En.Citatepedia^®.ro

A Journey

I was hovering above my body
when someone shouted my name.
there was no living soul around,
but I wasn't alone just the same.

I lost sight of my former self
and I couldn't see the ground.
The sky was no longer above me,
but transparencies were all around.

The transparencies were ghost like figures,
who like me appeared to float.
They were all talking with each other,
but they never actually spoke.

The situation is completely mind boggling,
how is all this possible?
It's got to be different dimension,
an existence in an unearthly bubble.

It's a world entirely without substance,
where everyone moves without walking.
Everything comes like second nature,
even speaking without talking.

I find it strange that I haven't recognised anyone,
no acquaintances, friends, or kin.
I thought the afterlife promised more than this,
perhaps this is a lobby for those who have just flown in.

A transparency said I should go one way
and another said I definitely should not.
Does it really matter which way I go I thought,
when someone said, not a lot.

A young female appeared beside me,
she smiled and told me to follow.
Where are we going to? I thought,
she answered, back to a life of pain and sorrow.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Fundamental Of Liar Chapter CXVIII: I’m Just Talking To Myself

I’m not talking to you
I’m not talking to anyone
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not grumbling
I’m not cursing
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not insane
I’m not in trance
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not mocking
I’m not threatening
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not sharing secret
I’m not hiding something
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not mad
I’m not in rage
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not jealous
I’m not envious
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not afraid
I’m not in pessimism thought
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not whining
I’m not complaining
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not depressed
I’m not in foul mood
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not blaming
I’m not accusing
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not in denial
I’m not in confusion
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not informing
I’m not warning
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not against you
I’m not rebelling
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not help you
I’m not assist you
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not running some plot
I’m not in a mischief plan
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not in great grudge
I’m not in revenge mind
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not suspicious
I’m not curious
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not saying sorry
I’m not saying thank you
I’m just talking to myself

poem by Maria Sudibyo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Thursday to Sunday

On Thursday she told me she was leaving
she wanted to get out of my sight.
She didn’t want to waste words talking about it
no discussion would put things right.

She asked me to book a flight to England
where she would make a life on her own.
It was clear that I no longer figured in her life
and she certainly made it known.

For the rest of the day she never spoke to me
and tried to avoid me in every way.
She wouldn’t listen to any of my questions,
this was a silent treatment day.

I said that this was no way to be parting,
we should talk and reach a compromise,
but she threw reasoning back into my face,
slammed doors, and much more besides.

Her mood was set for the next two days,
she never once spoke a civil word.
I had accepted what seemed inevitable
even though I thought it absurd.

I sent emails and letters to friends and family,
explaining that we had come to an end,
she had decided to break up the partnership
and didn’t want to part as friends.

At three thirty on Sunday morning
she asked if I was awake.
I said I had just woken up at that moment,
but what was so urgent that couldn’t wait.

She wanted to say something important,
so I said say what you’ve got to say.
She was sorry for the way she spoke to me
and her words weren’t intended that way.

All she wanted was to be alone for a while
and to get away from the day to day stress.
She then whispered that she still loved me,
and could I forgive her this terrible mess.

For a few minutes I thought and said nothing.
She then said, “Well, is forgiveness in your heart?
I’m sorry that the words I said came out wrong,
I do love you and don’t want us to part.”

I explained the position that she had placed me,
and that I’d made plans for a life on my own.
I’d made the arrangements to live without her,
because she insisted on being alone.

“So that’s it, ” she said, “you can’t forgive me? ”
I said, “I couldn’t go through all this again.
What’s stopping you repeating the performance? ”
She said, “I won’t it’s caused us too much pain.”

Gently, she placed her arm around me,
and I thought hard and long.
I then turned and placed my arm around her
and said, “I hope my decision’s not wrong.”

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Losing My Mind

“I think...”
I thought

but I had no sooner
thought the thought

than it claimed
independence from me.

“Thought is free! ”
it shouted in ringing Shakespearean tones.

I acted
at once

imprisoned it
in some deep dank dark dungeon

at the back of my mind

knowing that
if it succeeded

in seceding from me
& gained autonomy

that other thoughts
would come

(one upon one)

until they eclipsed
me in a wink

think me
out of existence.

I put down
the rebellion

with extreme
prejudice

but now find
I have inaugurated

Guerrilla warfare

as thoughts
snipe at me

blow up the bridges
of consciousness

that I think
into being.

I feel myself
weakening

and fear becoming
a prisoner

in my own
mind

kept in chains
(mentally speaking)

by the Thought
Police

and what
I am

thinking

of trying not to
think.

poem by Dónall Dempsey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Character Named Arrogance (Rivsed001)

This one I will not name for as for he use to be a friend
Or as I thought
His name will be Arrogance
His been in and out of my life a lot
So as a character I thought I should tell you of his life a and what not

When I speak of narcissists.
I'm not talking about myself but portraying myself as him
Arrogance
He was born in Pennsylvania
And I'm known him since the age of 13
How we met, was not on friendly circumstances
I went to pool, with friends and their he was treating this girl like shit
He stole this girls cd, and wouldn't give it back unless she would let him get in her pants.
This is the story I've seen over and over with him.
Even now he has a women hooked by nothing more then deceit.
Well I knew where he was keeping the cd.
So me and the girl went and retrieved.
Later on that day I was walking over to visit friend
I saw him as I crossed this trail connecting one street to the next.
He was with a girl who was playing a practical joke on him.
They were suppose to be dating
Well as I continued walking he shouted at me.
How could you, you could do so much better, in a nasty way.
I snapped I went right up to him and layed his ass to the ground.
He got back up crying, I egged him on but he would not hit me.
He spoke of promising his gram he would not.
And that was the end of it.

That summer, we ended up hanging out cause we knew same people.
I was their with when a mob, hunted for him.
Secrets be told he fell into a huge trap, in two teenagers were intentionally both dating him.
It was a joint effort in causing bodily harm to him up.
Revenge is bitter sweet to some.
While others it horrifies.
Not nice.
Is the way I see it.
With the indifference that now lies in my heart.

(This one will be a long one too... These Are Life Stories Of Ten Years Plus)

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Holy Coincidence

Just saying
When you're hearing the same thing
Everyone is talking about identity
What it mean to be me
To be who God us to be
It's like God is trying to bring up that issue
The thing I've hidden beneath my skin, hid deep within the tissue
The thing I've tried to run from my whole life, if you can call it that
The thing I've compartmentalized
The lies I crystallized
I thought it was over, I thought it wasn't important what made me, me
Why does it matter when I'm evil, when God sees who I can be
What part of me is good, what parts evil, is there any good
Can anything good come from this, don't you see it
Don't you see the overwhelming darkness, heartless pit
Maybe that is not what I should
Think or see, but how could I not? Did I not earn
The hatred that I have come to yearn
For, to not be able to imagine life without, and not imagine life at all
I thought we were done, I thought I could just forget
Just saying

Why is everyone talking to me about this?
Why are the passage I'm reading, the books I'm reading
The discussions I'm hearing, why this and why that
Why here and why not
Why, why, why
If it wasn't important then why
Could this just be coincidence?
Could it be pure randomness?
I do not know
If even close to coincidence I see God is trying to do something
Through me
To me
For me
Me
This feels
This seems
This appears
Selfish
Evil
Because it's me
I don't want to know about this identity
But I guess You won't let me forget
I guess I can't really say it's coincidence it's You speaking to me
But if in any it is, let me tell you
That's one freaking
Holy coincidence

poem by David Knox
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

I Threw A Brick Through A Window

I was talking, I was talking to myself, somebody else.
Talk, talk, talking.
I couldnt hear a word,
A word you said.
He was my brother.
I said there was no other,
Way out of here.
Be my brother.
I got to get out.
I was walking, I was walking into walls.
Im back again, just keep walking.
I walk into a window to see myself, and my reflection.
When I thought about it,
My direction,
Going nowhere, going nowhere.
No one, no one is blinder.
Who will, who will not see?
No one, no one is blinder than me.
I was talking, I was talking in my sleep.
I can stop talking.
Im talking to you.
Its up to you.
Be my brother.
There is another way out of here,
In my brother.
Gonna get out, gonna get out of here.

song performed by by U2
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

He Took Away My Only Angel

He took away my only angel
He took away my only survival
I was perfectly fine in the life I stood
It was nowhere close to perfect
But I wouldn't call it miserable
I was fine the way I was

I was used to hiding in myself
I was used to living and talking to myself
I didn't like sitting in the corner by myself
But I hated talking to new people more
I didn't even mind being alone

Then you came along
Bringing something I never knew
Something I strongly desired
But more deeply feared

You came like the wind
I never knew existed
Picked me up from the ground
Showed me a world
I never thought I'd be a part of

You sensed every fear and scar I've had
Told me there's nothing in this world sane

Held me in your arms
And told me to scream
Scream as if he'll hear it
The lord you believed and trusted
You told me he'll listen
Told me he'll respond
He can never ignore a scream of pain so loud
He'll hear it and won't do wrong
You brought me brightness
I feared to loose
Looking into your eyes
Made all my worry disappear
You promised me you'll never go
And that I'll never have to let go
But you lied
You left
Left me in the middle of the meadow
Where we first met
Unable to cry
Unable to tear
It was last promise to you
To never cry

But sometime I still lose control at night
I scream and shudder at the pain
It's the time my heart pricks with thorns the most
But in a way I'm glad
The pain is my only reminder
You were real
And there's nothing in this world sane

But now here I am
Ignored like the wall again
Fearing if I even exist, cause...
He took away my only angel
He took away my only survival

So I went back
Back to the meadow you left me in
Thought about what you said
You told me he'd listen
He can never ignore a scream of pain so loud
So screamed once again
As loud as I can
First time in life I was jealous
Jealous of the god you believed and trusted
Jealous he had you with him
Right by his side
He stole you from me
In one split second

You trusted him and
He adored you back
So he took you like the greedy one he is
He had so many angels
Yet he took you too
As an addition to his collection
He took away my only angel
He took away my only survival

Now I'm unable to dream
Or forget anything you've ever given me
I can't even go back to who I was before

But there's still one think
I can still professionally do
Hide everything I'm feeling right now
Hide everything I've felt for you
It's something I do best
It's something I do most

But I know you're something
I'll never forget
And I'll take you back
Whenever your back!
I PROMISE!
But that's impossible, of course, cause...
He took away my only angel
He took away my only survival
YOU! ! !

poem by Kiara Davar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Zero Options

At first I thought I was day dreaming,
but very soon I realised I was not.
The man I was looking at died weeks ago
from an overdose of cocaine and pot.

The man I once knew saw me staring,
his pupils were gone from his eyes.
He was obviously a dead man walking,
and I hadn’t the time to ask him why.

My mind was in chaos with the situation;
it was unreal and just couldn’t be true.
But it was, and to prove it, I saw him,
but why, and what was I to do?

For a week I was edgy and scared witless,
and hoped I’d never see him again.
The early hours brought a knock at the door,
and someone out there spoke my name.

I looked through the door’s spy-hole,
and it was the man who was dead.
I told him this wasn’t the time for visitors,
and to come back at mid-day instead.

He said it was urgent that he spoke with me,
and I was to go with him right a way.
If I didn’t the consequences would be terrible,
and the ‘evil one’ would have the last say.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

I Thought

Tense is the arm and the head I thought,
Together the chest is august and like lead, I thought.

Too many collisions are made at once,
'By the body', says a man dead, I thought.

To see a ghost appear from nowhere
Is controversial, never said, I thought.

Find the banshee and stride in front of it,
So that the banshee is read, I thought.

Place him on a plate, the ghost I mean,
So I can eat it like I said, I thought.

Please, I'm haunted, and by a stranger,
A stranger that doesn't know it is He, I thought.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A Suicide Note

There’s nothing left up in my life,
Everything went wrong,
And I always cried,
Nobody ever loved me,
Nobody loves me,
Life now seems like a dark night,
I feel this right,
Now it’s time to write,
A Suicide Note…..

I want to die,
I’ll have to die,
My mind says this,
But heart asks why?

I answered my heart with a question,
What is worth living a life?
Where happiness was never seen as an emotion?

He said that
Your past was good,
Your past was bad,
But don’t recall the times,
Which make you sad,
There’s a very bright future
In front of you,
Where you can find many springs
And winter few,
But this can only happen if you give up to die,
And see a brighter side of your life…

I wasn’t satisfied
With what he said,
So I repeated,
That for me now, nobody cared,
He then stared me for a while,
And started to explain with a smile,
That,
Mon runs behind you to take your meal,
Dad suggest you to have control on wheels,
Friends are always with you,
Whatever the matter,
So, do you think if you die,
Their life will be better?

But I shouted No!
Nobody loves me,
I never hurted anyone
But everybody hurts me…
He said that don’t act childish,
You know you are lying,
Listening to his words,
I started crying,
But he continued to say that,

Haven’t you given you mom,
The hardest pain ever when you were born,

Haven’t you hurted your dad,
By spending his money to throw a party,
Which he had saved to buy you a watch,
So that his son may learn punctuality…

But they didn’t cry,
And tried to die,
But instead always smiled,
As you were in their life,

So my dear friend,
Try to understand,
If you tried to stop your breath,
You’ll be the reason for many deaths,
Your mom, dad, sister and brother,
Love you more than any other,

I realized that I was wrong,
And this life is a journey,
Very long,
You may get lost in your way,
Or miss some turns some time,
But be patient as everything,
One day, will be fine,

I wanted to write a suicide not,
But ended up writing this simple thought,
It’s hard to live but even harder to die,
So respect the most special gift of Lord,
This Beautiful Life!

poem by Apurva Jain
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Talkin Talkin

Talking, talking
It doesnt really matter
If you know my name
It doesnt really matter
If you see things the same
As I do
It doesnt even matter
If Im tied and tense
It doesnt even matter
If Im still making sense
Over you
Im just talking, talking
Talkin, talking
Cos Im only talking, talking
Talking, talking
It doesnt matter
What the people
All around you say
Be careful how
You listen
They dont know you
The way that I do
And if you wanna
Talk about it baby
Thats alright
Its better if I say it
Than to sit down
And write it to you
Im just talking, talking
Talkin, talking
Cos Im only talking, talking
It can be that
Youre here with me
When Im standing out
On my own
The words of love
That you gage
When we were alone
It doesnt matter
If you want to
Rock and roll all night
I know youre gonna
Be there when the
Feeling is right
The feeling is right
The feeling is right
Im just talking, talking
Talkin, talking
Im just talking, talking
Talkin, talking
You know Im just
Talking, talking, talking, talking

song performed by by Moody Blues
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

I Once Couldn't Get Enough Of You

It's strange how you aint on my mind no more.
Strange I don't feel you,
Like you at my front door.
And absent is any thought I have of you.
This is good news.
Maybe far away from my neighborhood,
You have moved!

It's funny now that I don't have to roll my eyes.
I don't have to prepare my lips for a frown,
'Cause I'm glad you're not around.
It's also less of a grief when I go to sleep.
Before I couldn't do that.
Because in my mind you wouldn't leave!

I hope and pray everyday is like this.
The longer you stay away,
Brings my life much happiness.
And to think it seems as if it was recently...
That I once couldn't get enough of you,
When you told me I was all you ever would need.
But today I'm so glad...
You thought enough of me,
To have left all this fresh air to breathe freely.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Walking and Talking on the Edge-(somnambulism and somniloquence)

1) Walking and Talking on the edge
This way, that way, out of the way
Sleeping Somna' walking semieyed
Walking and Talking on the edge

Sleeping Somni' talking aloud
'Wait, wait, I too shall join'
Walking and Talking on the edge
This way, that way, out of the way

2) Walking and Talking on the edge
This way, that way, out of the way
Somna' semi- fell from upstairs
Walking and Talking on the edge

Talking Somni' fell from the cot
Two friends ended in a strange way
Walking and Talking on the edge
This way, that way, out of the way

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Accidental Smile

there were two people met
they're walking in the street
one was an old man
other was a boy
they didn't know each other
they hadn't met before
the old man's eyes almost blind
and the boy forgot wearing his glasses
the old man thought he met his neighbor's son
the boy wore same spotlight jacket
so he smiled to him
the boy thought he met someone knows him
he couldn't see clearly but the old man's lips seen smiled
so he smiled back to him
there were two people met
they're walking in the street
one was an old man
other was a boy
they didn't know each other
they hadn't met before
but they smiled each other

poem by Maria Sudibyo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Outside Looking In

Somebody told him that their way was the right way
He never took a chance, her never had a
chance
Cause he was force fed he had to live his
death sentence
See, he was a new face with a nice smile
He got sucked in got spit out
He was the winner by the standars of gold-digger
A success story in six figures
Outside looking in
It was wasted life on the dream
Outside looking in
He was wasted
Turn your back to the world
So then he grew old, he thought he grew wise
He thought he'd know a bad seed in swarm of flies
They couldn't wait to consider him family
Take what they could get and keep walkin'
And on his death bed surrounded by his friends
He saw the faces and no substance, let go
With a smile of serenity, he needed change for enternity
On the outside looking in
It was wasted life on a dream
On the outside looking in
He should of seen their dream as a sin
On the outside looking in
It was wasted life on the dream
On the outside looking in
He was wasted
Turn you back on the world
It's what he didn't know, he didn't know that killed him
It's what he didn't know, he didn't know that killed him
It's what he didn't know, he didn't know that killed him
It's what he didn't know
It's what he didn't know (on the outside looking in)
It's what he didn't know (it was wasted life on a dream)
It's what he didn't know (on the outside looking in)
It's what he didn't know (he was wasted)
Turn your back on the world

song performed by by 1208
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Please Be Quiet

He spoke and spoke so many words
and she just silently thought.
He had an opinion on everything.
She listened and then she sought
silence again, just said Amen
to all those words he said,
Soon thoughts came to her head.

She thought about life.
She thought about love.
She thought about
all he was speaking of.
She thought about nights
where silence prevailed.
She thought about days
where the speaking assailed
her ears.
She'd been thinking and thinking
for too many years.
The quietness was peaceful
but now brought her to tears.

For she missed the sound
of all his words.
She missed everything he said.
He was gone and all was quiet
for all his words were dead.
The thoughts were still there.
The words were not.
And what was it he said?
She forgot.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Quiet Thought

A thought slowly heard
Grew into an idea conceived
That a heart was distracted
Into sight a passion caught
A feeling grew to be known
Into life it breathed
A whisper quietly heard
Found substance inside a thought
That a heart then smiled
Upon the sight which greeted it
Such feeling took hold
And grew to live
A name waited to be spoken
A word calling out
Shouted into the world
A feeling found and felt
Love, passion, desire
All became heard then known

poem by Matthew Holloway
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Graveyard Ghost

There was a graveyard by my house,

I saw a ghost while sleeping on the couch.

See I had just sprained my ankle,

and was upstairs,

I slept in the basement,

usually but my muscles I did tear.

So one night I woke up to see

what was hovering close to me.

A figure was at the foot of my bed,

it was a figure that I would soon dread,

Ghost whose body was long since dead.

I told him telepathically,

to get away and please do leave.

He put on the sweater that was at my feet,

I felt better and went back to sleep.

Now one month later I did see,

another figure outside by the tree.

He was waiting at the corner for a bus,

I thought was a human I did trust.

When I drove up to the corner

he had disappeared,

The bus was still coming,

it still wasn’t near.

Another ghost comes to see if I’m o.k,

that’s what my friend did say.

No harm from the ghosts across the street,

they keep to themselves unless you

were in pain like me.

Written on Feb.21,2011 by Christina Sunrise

poem by Suzae Chevalier
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

I Thought She Knew

She was my once in a lifetime
Happy ending come true
Oh I guess I should have told her
I thought she knew

She said I took her for granted
That's the last thing I would do
Whoa I'll never understand it
I thought she knew
I thought she knew

I thought she knew
My world revolved around her
My love light burned for her alone
But she couldn't see the flame
Only myself to blame
I should have known
I should have known

A heart full of words left unspoken
Now that we're through
I'd sell my soul to have this silence broken
Oh I thought she knew
I thought she knew

I thought she knew
My world revolved around her
My love light burned for her alone
But she couldn't see the flame
Only myself to blame
I should have known
I should have known

She was my once in a lifetime
Happy ending come true
Whoa I guess I should have told her
But I thought she knew
I thought she knew
I thought she knew
I thought she knew
I thought she knew
I thought she knew

Oooooooo
Oh I thought that she knew
Yeah ooooooo

song performed by by N Sync from No Strings Attached
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Dear Jo

I thought we had agreed our futures,
but then disillusion came along.
I was lost in a mist of confusion
because our plans were going wrong.

We argued and wouldn’t listen to reason,
and never spoke for several days.
Then I saw your father talking with friends
and I overheard him say.

That there was a new man in your life
with whom you spend night and day.
This guy had swept you off your feet
and you had eloped just yesterday.

I was in a state of turmoil and anger,
and I hurt so much inside.
I sent you a card of congratulations,
but hid the pain behind my pride.

I took the first ferryboat to Santander,
I couldn’t bear to see your face.
It was a long lonely walk to Torrevieja,
just a town, in a different place.

But still I couldn’t get away from you,
you were right there in my mind.
I racked my brain searching for answers,
was I really that naive and blind?

For three years I worked in a restaurant,
and met many people from back home.
I then discovered that you hadn’t eloped,
there was no lover, and you were alone.

Apparently your father knew I was listening
and decided to spin a joker’s web.
He knew you were working away from home,
so nothing could be asked or said.

The situation was perfect for his wind up
his words I couldn’t disprove.
I was caught on the end of his twisted hook
feeling sick, heartbroken, confused.

I’m sure he never intended any harm,
but he did cause me pain.
I hope that you can forgive me and your dad,
and that we can be together again.

Unfortunately I don’t know your feelings
and if you still care for me.
Tomorrow I’ll be flying home to ask
if you and I were meant to be.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!