Two Story
First - rage story
I talked to her yesterday
As a belated mission, to satisfy yr compassion
If it wasn't a before-death wishes, i would not perform
I was busy trying to avoid her sudden-reaction to flee away
I don't want you to look down and felt lost
I was spent, much more than my upper capability as a human with emotion
Keep reasoning myself to believe it is for the best- somehow i owe you a shot
Now that it's done - i conclude my lost as yr privilege
I would not expect you to shade tears more than you had for her
You had risk yr being for all of us, no-angel would keen to share yr burden
The gathering people around you - not a cheer-crowd they were there to judge you
But not a single words of anger and despair, nor wrath could delude you
How would you response to her stern face, blaming for yr limitation as a human?
Glad you're not here to attend the moment... this just too much
Second story - old story
She could keep her demon-wishes and live happy in her fake hell called a home
I don't even mind to ask her how she grows that horn or earned that red tail
I really don't bother to trace what went wrong or which cell betray her vein
How on earth she could easily shed the bond of blood?
She was there -as we all do- sharing the motion and wrapped in emotion better than 3D trailer
Did she really feel you? Everybody would ask, for her bold insanity refusion
The part of little child crying endlessly and clinging eagerly to the one who know no mercy
A complex memory that leads to future disorder - which part did she miss?
Senseless as air... so she through the fake-shallow-desire called passion of adultery
If it grey she has, i would have pitch black grade.. But it's not the fall to renown bitch
I stand calm and hold everyone breath..
A human kind is not a rival of animal... Let his corrupted soul unharm
Reveal bit by bit of such fantasy- why should an angel buy a cheap filthy old story?
Then.. Once again, i remember you.. your pain, your love., your devotion, the 'you' in me...
step on my vanity i bow to win., it's more to cheer of woes than the standing ovation thing
I somehow glad you missed this time...
It's just a footnote of what i'd said to you back then
No matter how much you take the course for us, we still have our own lesson
So she fail... But we there to Shower yr old glittering sparkle and once again defeat fate
I would like to share anything with you... But not this two story
poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXX: Story
Story about future is called imagination
Story about past is called memories
Story about present is called reality
Story that becomes true is called prophecy
Story that becomes unfulfilled is called regret
Story that becomes no end is called boasting
Small story is called experience
Epic story is called history
Forgotten story is called lesson
Story that becomes obsession is called ambition
Story that becomes untold is called secret
Story that becomes go its own way is called life
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Tell Me A Story
Tell me a story that isn't gory
tell me a story that isn't fake
tell me a story where you made a mistake
tell me a story where the cows come home
tell me a story I want to know
tell me a story where the princess finds herself
not a prince who is more like an elf.
Tell me a story that I can laugh out loud
tell me a story where storm makes lighting clouds.
For in the end we only have our stories to tell
what make them funny, give them hell.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Tell Me A Story
Tell me a story that isn't gory
tell me a story that isn't fake
tell me a story where you made a mistake
tell me a story where the cows come home
tell me a story I want to know
tell me a story where the princess finds herself
not a prince who is more like an elf.
Tell me a story that I can laugh out loud
tell me a story where storm makes lighting clouds.
For in the end we only have our stories to tell
what make them funny, give them hell.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Home Again
Ive been away for much too long
I hope you still feel I belong
I didnt mean to cause you pain
Nothin to lose, much more to gain
So can you stand the rain?
Just when I thought that we were through
I found my way right back to you
I cant change what happened in the past
And wont promise this time it would last
Can you stand the rain?
(can you stand the rain? )
So on the story goes
Heaven only knows
The road of life will turn
A lesson we will learn
And no one knows but fate how well end
People who know
They say you cant go
'home again
But if you ask me
Im happy to be home again
I stand here all alone confused
cause I like living with or without you
Will our story end
Like a fairy tail
Or just another heartbreak
Only time will tell
So on the story goes
Heaven only knows
The road of life will turn
A lesson we will learn
And no one knows but fate how well end
People who know
They say you cant go
'home again
But if you ask me
Im happy to be home again
(home again)
No matter where
No matter how
No turning back
No stopping now
cause we may never ever pass this way again
Just give me one more chance
Let me come home again
So on the story goes
Heaven only knows
The road of life will turn
A lesson we will learn
And no one knows but fate how well end
People who know
They say you cant go
'home again
But if you ask me
Im happy to be home again
(spoken):
So now you kinda understand the story, right
Me and the fellas trying to bring this back together
Just like old times
Yall know when it used to be ronnie, bobby, ricky, mike, ralph, johnny
Take it back like that
So fellas, lets take this record home
And this time, lets stay there
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Art of Fiction
A story without a history
A good without a rule
An emotion without an act
A journey without an end
A world without a border
A love without a doubt
Futuristic SF or pure action
Witty drama or refreshing comedy
Romance story or phenomenal horror
Based on legend or fantasy adventure
Mind thriller or piece of biography
Cult or mainstream
Beloved or mocked
Best seller or unknown title
Copycat or canon
One shot or thousand long chapters
Words or motion
Light content or full of symbol
As long as human have a dream
As long as human could imagine
As long as human want to compete
As long as human need to feel
As long as human still lie
There will always bloom a fiction
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Washington and Lincoln
Come, happy people! Oh come let us tell
The story of Washinton and Lincoln!
History's pages can never excel
The story of Washington and Lincoln.
Down through the ages an anthem shall go,
Bearing the honors we gladly bestow--
Till every nation and language shall know
The story of Washington and Lincoln:
Who gave us independence,
On our continent and sea
Who saved the glorious Union!
And set a people free!
This is the story--
Oh happy are we--
The story of Washington and Lincoln.
Parents to children shall tell with delight,
The story of Washington and Lincoln;
Free born and freed men together recite
The story of Washinton and Lincoln.
Earth's weary bond men shall listen with cheer--
Tyrants shall tremble, and traitors shall fear--
When, in it's fullness of glory, they hear
The story of Washington and Lincoln:
Though on the war cloud recorded with steel,
The story of Washington and Lincoln;
Peace only Peace, can completely reveal
The story of Washington and Lincoln.
Thanks to the Lord for the days we behold!
Thanks for the unsullied flag we unfold!
Thanks to us, and in our time, was told
The story of Washington and Lincoln.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Hunger (John 6: 1-15)
I'm nobody
I'm just a child without family
I'm nobody
And I'm hungry
So I search for the crowd
To beg for mercy
May they have some food
Other than words of enemy
I'm hungry
And there's a crowd in front of me
They are walking into the same direction
To the mountain, near Tiberias I see
They are following for one man
He sits down and begins to tell a story
Story that I never heard in my life
Where the world is felt more joyful and merry
He doesn't shout or speak loud
But the wind carries His calm voice to every
As speaking to His children in their night bed
His face looks so bright and free
From a far distance
I continue to listen to His story
And slowly
I'm not anymore so hungry
His story starts to fill my heart with warmth
His presence covers my body with safety
And for the first time of my life
I feel more love and energy
And then suddenly
He raises His head and looking around of many
He talks to His friends about something
I hope it'll be soon or I will remember that I'm hungry
He comes again to the top
And blessing the bread and fish He carries
I'm not moved when the food is shared
I know it won't enough for any
I'm nobody
And no one will notice my small body
I keep watching from distance
Even though I'm very hungry
But then somebody comes closer
And drags me into the small circle
I don't know them and they to me
But strangely I don't feel lonely
I don't know when I'll eat again
I don't remember the last time I ate properly
But it doesn't matter anymore
At least now I won't be hungry
The food is keep coming from everywhere
They continually offer it to me
And for the first time of my life
Somebody really smiles to me
That moment I start to realize something
Many cheer and laugh heard in the party
How everybody eats and talks together
They are like in one big of family
Some people said it is miracle
Some other said God is there
I'm not truly understand
But I'm glad that I am here to see
Not because the food I get
But for the strength to live
Not because the vision I find
But for hope I allowed to have
And when the crowd starts to disappear
I still standing there like in trance
Maybe I won't see Him again
But I will keep this faith with me
I'm nobody
I'm just a child without family
I'm nobody
But now I won't be anymore hungry
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Livin' witHin a lOve stOry
Stories been told for a lOve so true
Exemplary vows of faithfulness without making it blue,
Fascinating feeling in desperate passion
Deploying plans as if destined soulmates with full compassion.
Each has a love story to live by fate
Some live through it in momentous grace,
Others by complex affair, as I did
An affair full of adventure and seem like that roller coaster's creed!
Living in a lOve story is anyone's desire
Though it evolves oftentimes with hurtful cries,
Loving is living,
Each has his fate,
a story to fortell yet not all love story has it's happy endings!
poem by InNer WhisPers
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Story
I love story.
Truly I do.
And always will.
Of the best of them
I shall not ever
Get my fill.
They are never read, told, shared or sung
In vain,
They create, live and give
An allegorical ardor to life and being
That in no other form
Can anyone find or explain.
Yet,
the fact remains,
for each persons story
'tis the same:
Wherever great fictional stories
Are shown or told,
New or old,
There is a moment of climax, fantasy,
Where the main character overcomes confrontation.
And from that moment on everything is good, o.k.,
Pure and perfect transformation.......
Real life is story too,
One big Story
Filled with every human's sub-story,
All just as real, and true.
With the full ability to be every bit as great,
Word for word,
As any fiction
Ever told and heard.
With one powerful and true exception:
In the story of our human reality
The conflict may lesson,
But never, here and now, does it ever cease.
In this life, no matter what else,
There just will not be
Perfect, never-ending beauty and peace.
It's a fantastic fable
That from a moment forward
Life can be happily ever after;
No such thing has God here promised.
Only upon Christ's return
Shall tears and pain completely give way
To joy, dancing, and laughter.
Death to evil's horrid beast,
Finally and fully finished
At the great and glorious wedding feast!
But, tis not yet so;
Tis futile to think
For anyone life is unfragile,
We are all so soon wind-swept,
Our time, place and position on earth
Is never ours to be savored and kept...
So the story goes on and on
To it's final chapter,
Where the great author alone
Writes in the wonderous finish:
'The Eternal Happily Ever After'.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Life Story
I was just indecent kid
Trying to grab a handful lesson
Taught to hold on good deeds
Longing to look for nod of approval
Dreaming to have the perfect savior
To pleased every figure and ease myself
I was a new beginner
To know the lesson become unbearable tough
And saw good people disposed their sanity
Punished by the way every face shake in pity
Deject when even the faith break into pieces
Torn apart when they’re refused to share my tears
I was growing in pain
Becoming unbelievable rough
Distrust every good mind and heart
Learn the best way to erase people face
Fight with my own desperate fantasy
Cut the stream of tears before it get dry
I am dying now in my own tyranny
Wearing shell to cover my wounded soul
Kill the desire to lost in love and emotion
Miss to greet the familiar smile in lovely face
Afraid of hurting and bruising other’s mind
Drowning in the ocean of my lonely fears
I shall live again one day
I’ll stripped the fake shell to reveal an innocent soul
Follow every star to find my true love
Embrace each gaze to share the warm wishes
Heal every scar and cherish forgiveness
To rejoice in full joy through eternity
poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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The AFL Football
He was exactly like his famous Dad
When he was all stitched up
Of this fact he was very glad
His father had a special role in the 2005 premiership cup
Don't laugh when I tell you
This story is very true
He was a football; Aussie made
With anyone else, he wouldn't ever trade
Of his father he was very proud
Cheer cheer roared the crowd
It was a moment that would certainly go
Down in sporting history; this for sure he did know
Leo Barry; what a mark indeed
All the Sydney Swans fans agreed
The sea of red and white
What a glorious sight
He only wished that he could have been there
With him, all of his special memories; his Dad always did share
In a game a football is an important part
Of it all; this is the heart
Without a football, there'd be no game
Which of course would be a crying shame
Thousands of people travel to the A N Z Stadium or S C Ground
To see a football thrown or kicked around
Everyone gets excited to see
The game being played passionately
The moment that is above the rest
Is when Adam Goodes passes every test
To kick the winning goal
He plays with his heart and soul
The football's father at last did retire
To always be like him; was his son's desire
AFL is at the top of every sports fan's game list
Never ever to be missed
poem by Rose Angel H
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Two Sides To Every Story
There are two sides to every story
Not just the side of them or theirs,
So never judge or hold a grudge
And when you listen, please listen with care.
Listen to one side and then always the other
Not just one side and then walk away
If you pick that route, sad you'll turn out
And never will you ever feel or be the same.
You will hate yourself as truth be told
If you listen to only one side of the story
You'll live in disgrace, when you see your face
And never will you fill satisfaction or joy.
As time will come, and of course time will tell
Someday the truth it will all come out
And when it you do hear, will you shed a tear
As you found out you took the wrong route.
There is two sides to every story
Not just the side that you want to hear
And not from their soul, that you do not know
And not from someone who will cry you a tear.
When you listen, please listen well
No matter if they be friend or foe
Look into their eyes, then you might realize
And then the truth might just be known.
To condemn someone is such a terrible act
Which you must live with the rest of your life
You will live in shame, for someone you falsely blamed
And always you will question yourself why.
A pretty face or a sad sad story
Guilt either begins or ends with that line
As a pretty face, it can mask lies or hate
Then the truth through deception is left behind.
There are two sides to every story
I must preach that statement once again
Listen to both sides, then the judgment you can decide
And happy you will be in the end
As you cannot judge a book by it's cover
No matter what you might hear or what might be said
As so many will lie, so that to get pity on their side
While untruth and deception they will had led.
A saddened face is just a saddened story
There is more to the truth to one persons story
Don't falsely judge, if so even GOD will hold a grudge
Then far away you will be from his glory.
When you listen to a story listen with your soul
Never be afraid to ask a question or even ask why
And always seek the truth, as you would seek out good fruit
And remember to every story there is always another side.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Bookworm
There's a story that like a dessert I love
And I enjoy every page slowly as much as I can
There's story that makes me desperate
And even my day becomes gloomy after I read
There's story that safe to be read anytime
And I don't mind if it's going up or down
There's story that could burn me to the core
And left me with desire to create another story
There's story that easily predict
And I could finish it without much thinking
There's story that has a very good cliffhanger
And I need to rush to the publisher to make it comes fast
There's story that goes like my dream
And I want to repeat over and over until I'm getting bored
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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My Death Is Coming Soon
My death it is coming soon
I can feel it in the air
And I know that I will not be missed
Even when I am lying there.
I have tried the best in this life
And I helped out all that I could
But when it came my time for help
I looked around, and no one stood.
I don't know who I am anymore
I know that I just don't belong
So when I leave this world I wont care
Because I believe my living was all wrong.
My death it is in my dreams
So in reality I am dying everyday
I have pleaded and begged to everyone
Even to GOD I fell to my knees to pray.
I wished that I would be missed before I was gone
I wished someone in myself, would just believe
But all I hear is that I didn't miss much in this life
But they never had to plead, what about me.
If I were someone else it would be a different story
Their life and memories wouldn't be at the end
Someone would be there for them each and everyday
And everywhere they look, they would see a friend.
My life is coming to an end
Everyday I feel the coldness that much more
Now overtime that I look, I am alone
As no one sides with me, no one has done before.
Why must one person in life be treated so bad
Why must his dreams and wishes be washed away
Is everyone else wishes more important that is
Should his dreams and wishes be all erased.
I am told to wish and dream what others expect
Even if its the dreams and wishes that others had
But then all theirs smiles have been from yesterday
And yesterday was the time that made me glad.
My life is almost at its end
I can feel the people walking on my grave
And one thing I do know, it is I will be replaced
And truly I wish everyone a happier and peaceful day.
So why must I be treated the way that I am
I truly do try my best to help people in this life
To see them smile and not to hurt anyone
What wrong could be worth that simple price.
So I wish my life was a better time
I wish and pray that all treated me like a friend
And I wish I wasn't used or took advantage of
And sadly, I wish that my life wasn't coming to its end.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Other
I do not have to be mad
For the anger to build up within me
I am a human being
Money and fame come and go
But we long for few things
I being a father of children
Become a child
I have a mother
But find a mother in other
When other does bother
I am the happiest
But when the other ignores
I go wild
Use words
Which are called obscene
Where's obscenity when
Everything is open
Give me a better word angel
I will change my language
Anger builds up from within
I am called mad
But a mad person rushes
For anything and everything
Sane seldom care
May be mad are better
In understanding the needs
Anger builds up from within
But anger is not anger
We are lost as ever for words
Give me a better word angel
I will change my language
Anger here is a hunger
I remain hungry for words
And for affection
Which I shower on the other all the time
Words never come
I see the tears
I cannot wipe
Who am I?
I can only cry
Anger will remain
I express
I am a child
Cannot hide my feelings
Please be my mother
You the other
You are distant
But other part of me
poem by Richie John Pais
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Art of Share
Food of soul, wave of smile
Kiss of dream, fire of will
Cry of happiness, feather of hope
Share a part of your emotion
To family, to stranger
To lover, to flamer
To the superstar, to the poor
Share a part of your affection
Bedtime story, respect recipe
Hidden plea, open sea
Living fantasy, world sympathy
Share a part of your thought
With sincerity, with motivation
With sacrifice, with self proof
With energy, with goody
Share a part of your own
Long experience, piece of friendship
Faith support, courageous words
Inspiration window, freedom way
Share a part of your action
From similarity, from difference
From the joy, from the pain
From your favor, from your lack
Share a part of your strength
Because we need somebody else
Because we want to make them happy
Because we could learn to be better
O parent, teach kindness to the children well!
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Murder Story
You say to me things should soon be alright
I get so scared if I dont get out at night
The questions real
The answer so false
I just cant cope no more with this rate of pulse
I lost my past
I gave it away
I feel so insecure
I couldnt take another day
Please be kind
Dont call me no wreck
My nerves are very live you know
But soon theyre going to break
No oh no
Another murder story
No oh no
Another murder story
So dont come too close
I cant stand the heat
I get nightmares of places people go to meet
Its so apparent when I walk in the door
That Im all alone
Theres no one home and no one wants me anymore
So claustrophobic if I stand I one place
This state of mind Im in is positively quite a disgrace
The children from the street call out my name
Hey you
Its all so mutual but you know
I just dont want to share no fame
No oh no
Another murder story
No oh no
Another murder story
No oh no
Murder story
No oh no
No oh no
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Tears of a Lie
When a new day blooms
Clouds shall began to roam the skies
A birth of a angel booms
An other angel will die soon
Clouds began to gather around a angel's cry
Darken and filled with lies
The clouds began to weep for an angel's life
Their tears will fall down in strides
For each truth an cloud cry
It shall crash and splash into a thousand lies
A death of an angel
For a birth of a devil
When you know the story of a angel's life
Filled with sadness, it may make you cry
Each angel contains the truth of living a life
The angel's cries will turn the truth to a lie
Each angel will pass a story on
Pass a story by a sad song
For each story an angel's work in life
Will bring tears even to Lie's eyes
(5-12-10)
poem by Elisha De La Rosa
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My eyes tell the storyBut m
The pain never goes away;
The wounds will never heal.
The evil that was done to me by you.
But my eyes they tell the story of hurt and pain.
The black will never turn to gray;
The blood will not congeal.
The violence is never through;
The past does not depart.
Time dosent heal the past.
Part sufferer, part comforter,
Part victim, part new song;
Becuase of you my eyes tell a nasty story.
A story with no glory.
I was and am the victim of you.
Your eyes were wild with rage.
My eyes told the tell of fear
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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One By One
Little by little and one by one,
Out of the ether, were worlds created;
Star and planet and sea and sun,
All in the nebulous Nothing waited
Till the Nameless One Who has many a name
Called them to being and forth they came.
All things mighty and all things small,
Stone and flower and sentient being,
Each is an answer to that one call,
A part of Himself that His will is freeing-
Freeing to go on the long, long way
That winds back home at the end of the day.
Little by little does mortal man
Build his castles for joy and glory,
And one by one time shatters each plan
And lowers his palaces, story by story-
Story by story, till earth is just
A row of graves in the lowly dust.
One by one, whatever was called,
Must be called back to the primal Centre.
Let no soul tremble or be appalled,
For the heart of the Maker is where we enter-
Is where we enter to gain new force
Before we are sent on another course.
And one by one, as He calls us back,
We shall find the souls that we loved with passion,
In the great way-stations along the track,
And clasp them again in the old, sweet fashion-
In the old, sweet fashion when earth we trod-
And journey along with them up to God.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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