Emote
emote, just emote, pour out
what you have inside your heart
your chest opens like a trunk
and things simply come out
like secrets
let go
let all things fall and let them be just
they are
scatter if you must
and watch
how beautiful chaos can be at times
at that point
who cares?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We emote with love and joy.
We emote with fear and anger.
Emotion is excretion,
You must find some outlet for it..
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Objectified
All beautiful things meet their demise
Flowers in bloom surely will die
Frozen are the wings of the dead butterfly
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Clouds of gray spoil the light of the skies
The ocean must fall in order to rise
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
I knew I was doomed when you first said, “Hi.”
Two ships in the night, we were bound to collide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Four months can pass in the blink of an eye
We lose ourselves without having to try
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
The simplest words become hard to define
You can’t see the truth when you cover your eyes
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Your pay the price to take this ride
Slowly, you find that you’re living a lie
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Pictures of us will fade over time
We become strangers in a world so wide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
You’ll keep on searching for what you won’t find
You’ll lose your faith while I lose my mind
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Sometimes your morals get left behind
It will be too late when you realize
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
poem by Vaida Marea
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Sometimes.. all the times
Sometimes I keep on building high walls around me
Not to keep myself away
But to see who cares enough to break them all
Who cares enough to make them fall
Sometimes I keep on constructing barriers around my heart
Not to keep my heart safe
But to see who cares enough to start
Sometimes I keep myself inside a fence
Not as a defense
But rather to see who really feels me... who has enough sense
Sometimes I keep on creating obstacles for whoever wants me close
Not to play “hard to get”
But rather to know why am I the one he chose?
Sometimes I prefer to be isolated
Not to be lonely …
But rather to see who cares enough to come close and approach me
Sometimes I prefer to be remote
Not because of fear
But rather to see who cares enough to be near
Sometimes I prefer to keep the distance
Not to act arrogant
But rather to see who cares enough to be persistent
Sometimes I do not take any initiative
Not because I’m acting so protective
But to know to whom am I really attractive
Sometimes I intend to be passive
Not to show no interest
But to see who cares enough to be impressive
Sometimes I intend to be mysterious
Not because I want to look serious
But rather to see who cares enough to be curious
Sometimes I intend to be unsocial
Not to be rude
But rather to see to whom am I really special
Sometimes I keep on wearing masks hiding my real self
Not to pretend
But rather to see who will remove them in the end
Sometimes I keep all my secrets covered
To see to whom and how it will be discovered
Sometimes I lock my door
To see who is willing to explore
Who really cares enough to know me more
Sometimes … all the times ….
And until now I haven’t found the kind of care I need
I haven’t found that someone who cares enough to succeed
13 June 2006
poem by by unknown author
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This is not a rock opera. This is not Tommy. I can write songs that emote, and that's it.
quote by John Mellencamp
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That sense of failure, I don't know where people put it who don't write songs and aren't able to emote physically. It must go somewhere.
Angel's Fall
Emptiness follows me
just like a shadow
that's cast on a wall
reflecting a dark past
that won't set me free
trapped inside myself
of what came to be
I watch Angel's fall
Looking through stained glass
at the things that would never last
my eye's can no longer see
my place of serenity
as I watch Angel's fall
Losing my sense of reality
with voices screaming inside my head
the hunger I fed
is tearing inside my soul
hiding behind the pain I can't let go
I watch Angel's fall
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Why some don’t regret?
If you cannot regret for your fault
Then you cannot emote to joy too,
And hence is poor to reason too.
You will then be worth nothing but filth.
22.06.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Beauty
You are so Beautiful... to Me
The Fragrance of Wet Earth
Infant's breezy milky Burp
A hungry Puppy's bowl Slurps
You are so Beautiful... to Me
Dewdrops perching on the Leaves
Spider with it's intricate Weave
Lover's chest when it Heaves
You are so beautiful... to Me
Waves washing all ashore
Windchimes singing melodies Galore
Ant armies carrying food to Store
You are so Beautiful... to Me
Watching cotton Clouds afloat
Expressions that Love emote
Mountain springs and Locales remote
You are so beautiful... to Me
Rising steam and aromas of 'Chai'
Rainbow adorned high in the sky
Baby's rolls and fat on the thigh
You are so beautiful... to Me
Unborn nurtured in the womb
Foliage, Garden in full bloom
Misty Mirror in the Bathroom
You are so Beautiful... to Me
There is so much Beauty abound
Only if we look around
Foggy eyed, from material Quest
Busy building a palatial Nest
Sieze a moment, grab some time
Make your loved ones your Prime
A thing of Beauty till end of time
Ethereal sounds and scapes Sublime
poem by Yamini Khanna
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Woman’s emotion is man’s fancy.
It’s a folly to expect a woman to emote
The way you have seen they do
In all classics and romantic literatures.
Such emotions are of men writers, fancy.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I think you can really tell a good actor if you can put a camera on them and they can just talk and emote and react and you don't have to keep cutting away from them, because they are the language and the behavior. It's all a tour-de-force performance.
quote by Sally Kirkland
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Keeping Secrets And Continuing To Love
i keep the secrets. They are meant to be kept,
like moles inside our thighs
those that stain our bellies but
they are those, these secrets,
that make us alive. You will never know them.
They are secrets and they are meant to be kept.
Like treasures. They glow before my eyes,
when you are not around, as i open my chest
and one by one i touch them
account for them and kiss them with my lips.
These secrets. These make me alive.
For the coming years. When i am with you.
You will never know them.
They feed on me and I feed on them.
Everyday. Every moment, when i am about
to die and surrender to the ghosts of my
emptiness.
I will let you go for a while. I tenderly sleep
with my secrets in bed. I cup them with my hands
like water to my mouth. I hug them with my arms.
I lay my heavy legs on them. They make me alive.
Even without you. I put them back on my chest.
Inside the fifth chamber of my heart.
Inside the tiniest neuron of my brain.
Inflatable. Indestructible. These secrets.
These are the ingredients of my life.
When you will know them, if you insist,
and really insist, and i advise you to
please do not persist, when you know them
at first glance, like Medusa's glance,
when you look at them and understand
you will turn to stone. And i too will
turn into a serpent, now, Medusa's slave.
Unravel them not, therefore. We must live.
This normal life. Pretenses and Defences.
Walls and Fortresses. Love and Secrets.
Understand them not. As I too must.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Raining On The Inside
When all goodbyes
Are said and done,
And nighttime finds you home,
Are you all right
To spend a night
Of being all alone?
And do you hide
Between the lines
Of conversations past?
A wall of words,
A heart unheard,
That hides behind a mask?
Im raining on the inside;
My heart wells up with tears that start to pour.
Im raining on the inside,
But then your cries of love break through,
And I fall in love with you once more.
When friends who care
Cant be there
To ease away my pain,
And peace of mind,
Its hard to find,
Like sunlight in the rain.
God sees my heart,
The deepest part,
Inside this lonely me,
And reachin in,
His love begins
To heal the heart in me.
Im raining on the inside;
Oh, my heart weels up with tears that start to pour.
Im raining on the inside,
But then your cries of love break through,
And I fall in love with you once more.
Sometimes were raining on the inside,
And our hearts well up with tears that start to pour.
But when were raining on the inside,
Let his cries of love break through,
Know that he loves you, once more....
Sometimes Im raining on the inside,
But then your cries of love break through,
And I fall in love with you once more.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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The Two Of Us (emoting)
now the two of us meet again.
i am behind you.
I see your neck, it is bloated.
i see your black hair
i know they are all white
you dye them just this morning
before this meeting.
you refuse to look at me
i do not mind.
you look to the other side
where the day is young.
i am always behind you
always willing to tell the truth
if you emote, i will, later.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Collector
I pick things up, I am a collector
And things, well things, they tend to accumulate
I have this net, it drags behind me
It picks up feelings for me to feed upon
There are times, plenty of times
I wish I could let it go
But it's time to breed
And it's got to grow inside me
There are times, plenty of times
I wish I could let it go
But it's time to make me think things
I don't wanna know
I'm trying to fit it all inside
I'm trying to open my mouth wide
I'm trying not to choke
And swallow it all
Swallow it all
Swallow it all
Swallow it all
I am the plague
I am the swarm
All your heart sticks on me
And I keep it warm
It'll make me stay
It won't let me leave
There are so goddamn many of them
It gets hard to breathe
I'm trying to fit it all inside
I'm trying to open my mouth wide
I'm trying not to choke inside
I am a good boy, and I will
Swallow it all
Swallow it all
Swallow it all
Swallow it all
Every last one [19x]
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Clueless
I really don't have clue
All things I do and bad things
I do and keep it a secret can come out at any moment
The guilt built on inside hurt
Clueless
About life and things
Whatever throw and come my way
I let it make me fall down and break into pieces
I get blame for not listening and
Doing the right thing
Clueless
About what I really want to happen and see come true
I need to let my heart decision
I need keep my ears open and
Watch out for people and things
Time and years flying by so fast
I can't be
Cluelesss
Anymore and not let anyone/anything bring me down
Clueless
poem by Christina Phan
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Surprise And Rejoice
You’ll be surprised what God can do, in ordinary men like me and you,
One day, very mundane at its best, could be by our Lord a simple test,
So that others working close to us, will see that it is The Lord you trust.
When things seem to be falling apart, God could be working in a heart.
When Christ bought us upon that tree, we became His for others to see,
Just how God works in a life, which has been purchase by Jesus Christ.
When things just don’t fall into place, I need to lean upon God’s Grace,
Allowing the peace of Christ to shine, showing I am His and He is mine.
When all is calm it may not show, the power of God they need to know,
A Power that helps you rise above, life’s lowest point through His Love.
Men you know are watching you, and some you don’t are watching too,
Wanting to see what you’re made of, mainly when the going gets tough.
Christ shall keep your head up high, when the things about you go awry,
Being God’s Light, as His spark, to watching hearts in midst of the dark.
Simply allow God to have His way, and He’ll walk you through your day,
And though you may not understand, trust God’s heart not God’s hand.
For He may take you to an unfair task, when your heart may want to ask,
Why God would allow in your life, what simply seems to be unfair strife.
Although it may bring your heart pain, don’t react, instead simply refrain,
And though it was not your choice, through God’s eyes, you will rejoice.
A Hundred Years Of Work, A Second Junked
sad. i must tell you it is sad
and there is a reason for me, for us, to be sad
on this sad day bringing the saddest news
you work on it a hundred days
it is read, their heads shaking, they could have told you,
you are wasting your time, you could have spent it planting
potatoes, yes potatoes in your backyard,
you emote, this is my life, these are the lines of my life,
authentic, deep, true, sincere, eathly, mundane,
and too divine, God given, Spirited, conscientiously worded
deep from the heart of me, a prayer, my innermost
my heart, my soul, chasm of pure intentions
honest,
they shake their heads of your piece of shit,
junk, scratch, crumple, into the wastebasket of your days.
a hundred years of work, in a second junked, discarded.
they're honest, you're no good salamagan salamander.
think and be quiet. Hmmmmmmmmm...who cares?
whisper this to yourself: om om om i am good, i am good,
i am beautiful. i am great.
consolaton price. consuelo de bobo.
you're ggggggggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat. amen.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beautiful Things
Beautiful things
Are comin my way
Beautiful things
I want them to stay
But after a while
My beautiful things
Dont seem beautiful at all
Terrible things
Like when you wake up
And all of your dreams
Seem to crack up
Like things you have done
Like breakin my heart
For you it dont seem
Terrible at all
Is there someone I can talk to?
Someone on the line?
Does anybody want to hear
Whats on my mind?
Beautiful things
Like leaves on a tree
Beautiful things
The sky and the sea
Since youve been gone
No beautiful things
Seem beautiful to me
Is there someone I can talk to?
Someone out there on the line?
Does anybody want to hear
Whats on my mind?
Make the grass grow in the garden
When the rain is passin by
Does anybody want to know
Whats on my mind?
song performed by by Roxette
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A Cyber Friend
she keeps saying that she is
ugly
and so she keeps the secret
about her name
her existence
she insists she does not exist
for she is air
but she is everywhere
she is the laughter of those who
mock her
she is short, dark, thick lipped
bow legged
she is nothing she is a blank page
a stain for the moment
dirt
i tell her, i am not a discriminating bug
i am like her
once without courage for what i am
but i learned
by heart the virtue of honesty
yes whatever that is
i love myself and i am open
for those who can
have the courage of loving me
for what i am
the freedom gives me what
beauty there is
it is in the heart
not in the arm not in the body
not in the brain.
emote, that 's me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Into the unfathomable abyss
At times I dream
that I fall and fall,
into the unending abyss
without finding any place
to stop the fall.
Darkness folds
over me and I fall,
still deeper into it.
It’s much worst
than parachute jumping
and feeling the material
braking your fall
and to see the earth
rushing to you in a blink.
It’s like a black hole
which opens its mouth
and sucks you in
and swallows you alive
and make you go
to the end of all things.
poem by Gert Strydom
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