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Around me are people
Talking about a lot of things
Events and jokes that i think i
Already know
Boring
And
Disappointing
Gone is
My love for tolerance so i have to open a hiding place
And stay with you for the rest of the hours
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tolerance is a very dull virtue. It is boring. Unlike love, it has always had a bad press. It is negative. It merely means putting up with people, being able to stand things.
quote by E.M. Forster
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Disappointing Daughter
Meet their disappointing daughter,
with her disappointing ways.
They would oh-so-love to humour her,
but it really never pays.
What's wrong with that girl, anyway?
She's always in a daze.
Why won't she join in with their games?
Her brother always plays.
It's not that they're ashamed of her -
but some of her displays -
and, let's face it, in public, too...
Such a disappointing daughter:
imperfect;
human;
got drunk when younger;
went out with a few dodgy blokes,
when younger -
such a disappointing daughter,
with her disappointing - unforgivably
disappointing - ways.
poem by Paula Puddephatt
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Something Better
I won't say anything
i'm hiding in the pink
if I move will I break the spell
or am I boring you?
I can't feel anything
i'll think whatever you think
you took me riding on the big wheel
so I guess i'm happy now
and i'll stay with you
and i'll lay with you
and i'll always be there
nothing will go wrong
til something better comes along
so now you've swallowed me
come and finish off the rest of me
we'll build a house with cactus lights
spend perfect days and sleepless nights
whatever
(whatever)
and i'll stay with you
and i'll lay with you
and i'll always be there
nothing will go wrong
til something better comes along
and i've lost my fingerprints
and i've lost my sixth sense
but you just don't feel a thing
when the needle's going in
and i'll stay with you
and i'll lay with you
and i'll always be there
won't go nowhere
and i'll stay with you
(til something better comes along)
and i'll lay with you
(til something better comes along
and I will stay
and I will lay with you
(til something better comes along)
(til something better comes along)
(til something better comes along)
(til something better comes along)
so now you've swallowed me
come and finish off the rest of me
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia
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Stay
We were walking
Just the other day
It was so hot outside
You could fry an egg
Remember you were talking
I watched as sweat ran down your face
Reached up and caught it at your chin
Licked my fingertip
Wasting time
Let the hours roll by
Doing nothing for the fun
Little taste of the good life
Whether right or wrong
Makes us want to stay, stay, stay
For awhile
Later on the sun began to fade
Then the clouds rolled over our heads
And it began to rain
Oh we were dancing mouths open
Splashing tongue taste
For a moment this good time would never end
You and me
You and me
Just wasting time
I was kissing you
You were kissing me love
From good day into a moonlight
Now a night so fine
Makes us wanna stay, stay, stay, stay for awhile
Wasting time
I shall miss these things
When it all rolls by
What a day
Wanna stay, stay, stay, stay for awhile
Hey love
Oh just groping you
Rolling in the mud
Stay a while
Come on love
Wanna stay, stay, stay, stay for awhile
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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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
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Love's Convicts
A new love arises on a new morning’s shore
Where the moon left behind a feeling so sore
The slightest caress can open all the gates
Of dreadful events dug up out of place
No matter how hard this new love may try
Each true kiss must be hiding a lie
One heart bruised another through timeless conflicts
And put all on probation as lover’s convicts
poem by P.R. Prosper
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Live In A Hiding Place
There are times that I should try,
To be so much more alive
But if time was right then I would be with you again
Or do you worry that I try to avoid the point
And then deny
The time I spent deciding it was you again
It's when I live in a hiding place
It's the only way I feel safe
When I'm safe in a hiding place
(That's not hidden now)
I'm safe in a hiding place
It's the only way I feel safe
When I'm safe in a hiding place
And you're full of facts
But not things that could add up to words
Think about meaning more as an after word
As in afterward
I return but don't remain,
I'm impatient for a reason
To complain about winter,
Making me see through again
Or is it your damaged reply,
That makes me realize that
The more I try
The less that plans will help me comprehend again
So I live in a hiding place
It's the only way I feel safe
When I'm safe in a hiding place
(That's not hidden now)
I'm safe in a hiding place
It's the only way I feel safe
When I live in a hiding place
And you're full of facts
But not things that could add up to words
You think about meaning more as an after word
And you're full of facts
But not things that could add up to words
You think about meaning more as an after word
As in afterward
song performed by by Idlewild
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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
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The two hours onstage is great. But I can only play a show and then take a night off. I have to sing for two hours, and then I've gotta rest it for a night. So it's the other 46 hours that are just boring as heck.
Boring Lonely Day
What to do
On a boring lonely day?
How to have something to do
To keep the blues away?
I have got my papers sorted
And I am faced with a lonely boring day.
I cleaned my home yesterday.
From having a good and fun day,
I am thwarted.
The songs only make me sadder
I am having a boring lonely day.
All my games bore me now
Even when I win, it is a lonely boring day.
Having nothing to do
Makes for a boring lonely day.
And no one to do nothing with
That's the cause of the lonely boring day.
Now that I know the cause
Of my lonely boring days,
I can do something without pause
To cure my boring lonely days.
poem by Lonely People Champion
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This Poetry
this poetry is a hiding place
the only nook left for me
running away from
every creature of the
party,
i take my time
and i do not really mind
what i write
whether i rhyme
this is another monologue
something i keep saying to myself
how can i like this and that
how can i tell you
about what i want to say to you?
there is no way
no place no society
there is no other entrance
or exit
from these tangles and
strangles
it is strange i mumble
i scramble and dabble
talking to myself
and pleasing myself
this is my corner
i keep talking and talking
you watch the tv series
you cry alone and i do not mind
if tears flood in this room
this is my place this is my silence
this is the poetry of escapism
i assume the shape of the bird's wing
i keep on flying without having to find any place
any island any sea any shore
the words keep coming, they do not go anywhere
anyway, that is how it is intended to be
nothing for nothing
talking and talking
somewhere everywhere
alone and everybody
the rain pours heavily on me
no one gets wet no one runs for shelter
no one really cares
halter swelter
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Am Giving You Up For Another
it has been a nice exchange of
wholesome conversation
the past few days
when we treat ourselves as friends,
what could have made you change?
talks about money, and people, and
how life shouldn't be
desperate things and miserable events
ships that sink, minds that explode
and kids on rehabilitation,
marriages on the brink of breaking
governments that don't serve anymore
how desperate we could be?
you must have realized that this is my
hiding place
as i have no other place to hide
and breathe
we now must part, i want to live.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pray
Turn the night into a glory day
Stand up for the rules and pray
Refrain:
We can make it a better place
When we pray for freedom
It doesnt matter what kind of race
When we pray for freedom
So lets live for the promised land
Living in harmony
So lets live with a helping hand
Dreams of a new generation
And we pray
1.
What has happened to paradise
In motion or paralysed
Isolation, immigration
Frustration all over the nation
Weve been waisting most of our time
just talking about things and thats no sign
Recognize - the advice
It is more than only an exercise
Remember of the world so far away
Where people stay and pray every day
They have their hopes they have their chance
They pray for peace and tolerance
Remember of past time paradise
A system without any compromise
Let me say, we can find a way
Stand up for the rules and pray
2.
What has happened to paradise
Is it turned into a world of sorrow and lies
So many people dont care about rules
Honest people seem to be the fools
Time to wise up, time to rise up
Open your eyes up,- to the top
Hold a dream against the wind
Close your eyes and let it in
Ive heard of a world so far away
Where people stay and pray every day
They have no god, no sovereign
They pray for their rules and so they win
Remember of pastime paradise
Weve been living in, no compromise
Let me say, we can find a way
Stand up for the rules and pray
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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All the Jokes
All the jokes have already been told
And so instead, we tell jokes about how
All the jokes have already been told
But these new jokes aren't very funny
In fact, they're actually kind of sad
So instead we tell jokes about how
All the new jokes aren't very funny
In fact, they're actually kind of sad
Because they remind us about how
All the jokes have already been told
But these jokes get old very quickly
So we make up new jokes about how
The jokes about the new jokes about how
All the jokes that have already been told
Are starting to get quite old
But after a while, once these jokes
Have gotten quite old themselves
We sit and listen to the silence
And wonder about the past, and how
All the jokes have already been told
Then suddenly, out of nowhere
Somebody comes up with a joke
That had been forgotten long ago
But is so funny we can't even breathe
So we roll on the floor, gasping for air
poem by Derek Ouyang
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Elevation of Mood
My moods shall beg again, too far and away,
Their complication is advanced and to stay.
Certain jokes penetrate the mind if humourous,
When too humourous, the little jokes are marvellous.
Enter a menace to exit the stream, it delights,
For the hiding of our thoughts and our appetites.
Birthrights let minds envelop certain tasks,
To be afterwards rewarded like flasks.
These small containers contain beautiful milk
And to drink this leads to your ilk.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Discovery
this is what he found: that the more you evade
something that you fear
the more it stays and threatens you more
adds more fears
on this stance of denial
ah, confront it
head on
bounce and pounce
and sip and swallow and take in
whatever
digest and let it stay
whenever it wants to
things get boring
events want to roam
incidents are mere incidents
not wanting to stay any longer
memories dissolve
trauma escapes
there is no eternity to all these longings
and haphazard
let go
expel, forget and then move on
that is what life is all about
and death too
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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50%
Honestly, ma'am,
I must say that I despise work,
For I put only 50% into it,
And I know that is mediocrity for you,
But that is my full effort to me.
Now, I cannot stand working
Behind a cubicle,
With people telling me what to do,
For I hate being bossed around,
And it is so boring in here.
I would rather work in a place
Where I could work with my hands
Or use my brain to do something creative
And innovative unlike
All of the paperwork we do here,
But since the work is so boring here,
I cannot help but give my 50%,
And I know it is half of
What you want from me,
But I rest my case.
Good day, ma'am.
poem by James Roberts
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Twenty Four Hours A Day
MUSIC BY BARRY MANILOW
LYRICS BY MARTY PANZER
I was gonna see the world one day
Maybe be a movie star
Or buy a quiet house, down by the bay
And write about the way things are
But the way things are right now
I can hardly write my name
And I've lost my taste for the wanderin' ways
For fortune and for fame
Darlin' all I want to do is be with you
Twenty four hours a day
All the other dreams I've had
Have faded away
Darlin' all I want to do is be with you
Twenty four hours a day
If you want to be with me
Then here's where I'll stay
I was gonna save the human race
Find my place in history
Or sail away one day far out in space
And live a life of mystery
But the mystery to me
Is the life I've lived before
And the place for me isn't history
It's with you forever more
Darlin' all I want to do is be with you
Twenty four hours a day
All the other dreams I've had
Have faded away
Darlin' all I want to do is be with you
Twenty four hours a day
If you want to be with me
Then here's where I'll stay
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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I Hate
I hate my life,
There were many times I wish I could die.
I at times really feel like dying,
But I only end up crying.
I hate my life,
And every thing (almost everything) in it.
Sometimes I just want to end it.
To forget all my miseries and sorrows,
Don't even bother about seeing another tomorrow.
At times I want to cut myself,
It's hard to do but it's like that's only thing that would help.
I know I am talking out of vexation.
I don't care.
I want to hurt the people who hurt me so bad,
Make them cry and feel real sad.
I feel so fed up,
People from outside would say 'Shut Up! ! '
You don't know what you talking about.
But I am not them,
And they are not me.
So please let me be.
At times I wonder what's my purpose,
Is for me to stay on this earth,
And basically just hurt,
Wait till it gets more worse.
So many things I hate.
Living up to so many expectations,
Wondering if I'll ever meet them.
Things people say to me it come off as me being dumb.
Not like that is what I think of myself.
There are times when I genuinely smile,
A blow from reality tells me things ain't right.
Maybe just maybe things might go my way,
And I'll actually see a brighter day.
Most times I feel so alone,
Constantly reminded I've got problems in my own home.
I feel so tired I just want to rest my head,
Days like these make me feel I'm better off dead! !
poem by Anita Khelawan
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There Used To Be Days
There used to be days,
when i was a witty and humorous guy,
that i could make people laugh,
until they start to cry,
and i would often create stories
filled with such a humor and joy,
that everybody would ask me
how can u do it every time oh boy.
There used to be days....
Often i would tell things in such a way,
and often i would act in such a way,
that nobody could resist to laugh,
however hard they may try,
and even if it would be late for the day,
and even if i would be done for the day,
people used to hold me by hand,
and they wont let me say good bye.
There used to be days....
While i was cruising really very fast,
one day something happened that almost broke me apart,
and in those few hours of storm,
i lost whatever wit and humor i ever had,
i thought the things would improve,
but nothing happened as the days passed by,
and i the witty and humorous guy became a silent and shy guy.
but there used to be days...
now nobody laughs at my jokes,
however hard i may try,
and in such a despaired state i am,
that for myself often i cry,
But my heart says to me, keep on giving a try,
life would flip again someday,
and people would again start to laugh at my jokes,
whenever any i will say,
but till now only i can say
that there used to be days...
poem by Sunny Mittal
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