Jocelyn...
she is pale, white, emaciated,
on that last day, her hands made most of the grips
she did not want Chona to leave her in that room
she wanted more pillows, but then the pain
despite the high dose of morphine
and the softness of the pillows and the coldness of the
hospital ward,
did not diminish the pain until she finally
made the final gaze and said the
last words, a la cell phone
terminology:
i am checking off.Then she died.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Witch In The Old Castle Nearby...
as you, foolish dog of my life,
my life in utter peace, a pond of less ripples,
as you, stupid dog of my life
barks at my feet, and tries to distract my own
solitude, that of the candle still in the middle
of my room, the blankets soft on my bed,
the pillows all too silent like flower petals
on a dew filled morning leaf,
as you, twitchy wicked witch
calls my name, i finally give up and
face myself, and leave you, all cracked up,
and i go inside my room and lock my door
and tell my windows, to shut you up,
do not ruin my life, do not ever attempt to do
that which creases my blankets and
stabs my pillows,
for i shall return to you and burn your
furrowed faces, dissolve you in the acids
of my test tubes,
erase you like some misspelled words,
i am a man of peace, and i am stone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The maid-servant
My poverty made me fall in love with a good maid-servant
I wanted to marry her but my family didn't grant
They separated us and confined me in a room
But still she wanted me as her beloved bridegroom
I had neither cell phone nor internet
I was unemployed and like a poor pet
One day she said to them I called her over phone
That made me annoyed and made me like a stone
She told them the lie to make them realize
She is my love she is apple of my eyes
Then my dad beat me up with his slipper
But still I dream of her as my lover
poem by Asif Andalib
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Havent Got Time For The Pain
(carly simon/jacob brackman)
All those crazy nights when I cried myself to sleep
Now melodrama never makes me weep anymore
cause I havent got time for the pain
I havent got room for the pain
I havent the need for the pain
Not since Ive known you
You showed me how, how to leave myself behind
How to turn down the noise in my mind
Now I havent got time for the pain
I havent got room for the pain
I havent the need for the pain
Not since Ive known you
Suffering was the only thing that made me feel I was alive
Though thats just how much it cost to survive in this world
til you showed me how, how to fill my heart with love
How to open up and drink in all that white love
Pouring down from the heaven
I havent got time for the pain
I havent got room for the pain
I havent the need for the pain
Not since Ive known you
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Music
Music
to my ears is like pillows cases on pillows
Music
smooths my pain
Music
is my life
Music
is something I listen to everyday
Music
is music
poem by Miranda Brewer
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Big, Wide, White Soft Pillow On My Bed Tonight
big, wide, white soft pillows
on my bed tonight
my head rests for a while
as i wait for you
on this kind of lovely game
my fingers are tired and there they
are fainting with my hands
my eyes are closing like the windows
of the houses in the village
lights turning off like fireflies
getting some sleep on treetops
some locks of my hair fall on the the white
linens where my body lies
like a mountain on the grasy plain
white soft pillows on my bed
my conscience sleeps like a fat man drunk and dead asleep
on the thick warm pastel blue mattress
not hearing the loudness of his snores
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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But in this case, he had my cell phone and my phone was ringing and I had just come back from Australia on the plane and I thought it was my mum and it was Woody Allen just checking to see if I wanted to be in his movie.
quote by Radha Mitchell
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Cell Phone Mania
Cell phones to the right,
Cell phones to the left,
Cell phones, cell phones,
everywhere I look.
Red alert, stop! Listen,
shut up and drive,
shut up and read,
Cell phones, why so many.
Everyone talking,
cell phones in cars,
cell phones in bars,
eating places, cell phones.
There you can't escape
from them, you say
to yourself, the restroom,
no one would dare
use cell phone in there,
oh no, I hear someone,
talking to me, I answer them,
oh, sorry sir, did not know you
were on cell phone.
Oh, so many,
shut up, and walk.
Do away with cell phones,
and it would be like,
the crash of '29'.
People need cell phones,
sometimes their nice,
to have, but so many,
cell phones, might
as well join them
if you can't lick 'em,
join them.
Cell phone, cell phone
now how do I use this
thing, oh cell phone, cell phone,
Hello, Hello, oh that's
you mert.
wrote 1-19-07
She Brought Them All Kindly To Her Grave
of course i know what coldness is
apart from something that is cool
when mother died her hands were extremely cold
for my hold
i let them go
there was no sadness
there was that happiness of letting her rest
and giving myself a little space
for tomorrow
when coldness comes again in an empty room
with open windows
i know not what panic shall be
my hands are extremely cold these days
when i kiss them
my lips become frozen
they break like glasses
i cannot speak
there is no way that my tongue shall give in to
words
it cannot face coldness in the mirror
of my face
since you ask and you demand an explanation i open my hands
and i let your hands touch them
i cannot speak i am afraid i will be cruel
you must hold these extreme coldness for a long time
so you can all let them go
like white birds against a dark sky
so you can also experience what happiness
i had when i let go off
mama's fears
when mama closed her eyes
because what was important she knew
need not be said anymore
she brought them all kindly to her grave
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Grey The World Was
How grey the world was with its memories,
How dark even this gay room where the motes run!
How black these curtains, thick with murder cries,
These chairs, this floor with things slain in the sun!
'Twas here I strangled love, a year ago,
And hid it 'neath these pillows drenched in blood,
As a mad mother her sweet babe of woe,
Too strong to die, too fair, which shrieks aloud.
How black and bare and bitter the world was
Just yesterday! To--day, this room, dear Heaven,
What laughters fill it! what light footsteps pass!
See, the white chairs dance round me pleasure--driven,
And these sad pillows, where I wept, blab out
The news that you are here, in psalm and shout!
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Scared
I was fine, happy and enjoying
Till from ur number my phone started ringing
My heart then beat fast, cold felling came
Found myself in darkness, hands and leg shake
I was in dilemma, scared, dark, pale I became
I had always loved you wanted to pick da phone
As it had really been long since we talked or you called last
I was scared to pick phone, cause I remembered pain u gave me in past..
The end
poem by Sushanta Rokka
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Pen and paper
What more wanted a woman!
I had been drinking life
From the bottom to the brim
Of the bowl of nectar and wine
Full content was my heart
The soul always sang a song,
My life danced in a joy!
As we three slept
One by one
I was in the middle
On the one side
Was my child
On the other
Was my love
Through the open windows
Of us fell on the pillows
The silver light
Made our faces angel bright
Still I could not sleep
The mind
Having a bun on the oven
The heart
Having a hang of the heavy clouds
Liked to pour in
I was writhing with a pain
Feeling Strangulated suffocated breathless
Nothing came out
As I tried to vomit
I knew the only medicine
The pen and paper
On which I wanted to deliver
Though for a span of time, brief
I heaved a sigh of relief!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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December
Wow looking back on December 15,2004,
Still haunts me,
The coldness, the rape, that hate I feel inside,
I try my hardest to cope with it,
I hope he goes to jail with no bail,
I hope he dies for what he did,
When the time of December 15, it hurts me to smile,
You have caused me pain,
Caused me to cut myself,
I wanted to die,
I wanted to cry,
I wanted to scream for help but no one heard me,
I feel dirty,
You made me feel a shame of myself,
You made me blame things on myself,
Every is my fault,
Its all my fault that you raped me and hurt me,
The pain I feel,
The tears of sorrow,
The things you have done to me,
It hurts to cry,
It hurts to say that this December 15th will make 2 years ago,
But it hurts me that I am a rape victim.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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For J.....
She died last night
morphine took her to another place
that we are not still prepared to go
she died tired of all the sorrows
she ended it with a smile
leaving hope for
all of you
I shall hear those laughter
once again but in that small damp room where some cries crawl
laughter has become stained
The hands of life finally gave in
the temple shattered to the grounds of forgetting
this is the act of freedom
handing a soul to a boat that takes the same soul to another
bank of the river
The hands of death shall hold her
but only for a while
another perfect hands shall receive her
like another seed
to be sown again
in the cyclic fields of life
which we believe
to be always and always
eternal
Today you shall have
another birthday but we are no longer the hands
that shall touch you....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take The Pain Away! (january 22 2011)
i sit here away feeling the pain
the pain of losing you
the pain of being alone.
the pain of my heart breaking
the pain of longing for you.
the pain that my pasted has made for me
the pain the razor makes when it slides across my arm to make me get away from the pain inside.
the pain has taken over my life never giving me a min to be happy
please won't you take the pain away please!
poem by juggalette Tiffany ann
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Morphine
I painted a smile, just for you, all for you
I plastered it down, with hurt and superglue
I entered the room to breathe your pain
To share a moment we will never regain
I snapped one time at your morphine induced chat
And Lord knows how i suffer each day, for that
Even though (Lord) i no longer believe
I so
Wish i could, for mind relief
I found the bookmark you gave me
And
The words you wrote,
Tore me
'Im sorry Kazy, i shall stop talking now'
Im kazy the bitch, Kazy the cow
How the hair would snap, pon this camels back
If only we could share, words, wish to backtrack
Your jibbering on morphine
The most precious words
But i drowning in loss
Just never heard
I am so so sorry darling
poem by Karen Sinclair
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Love Crime
Love is a crime when keepin a persons heart then hurt it to leave it into the dumps.
But my mind was loss and it was hypotize
She made my heart rise and feel so alive.
But I broken hers and killed it.
With hurtful words
I wanted to fly away with the birds.
As my heart drain with so much pain its hard to feel better with happiness that I had gain, but instead I end up sad.
when it rains.
It do not feel the same when being ashame for being a player and playing the game
To be successful for the fame.
I handed her some trustful words, but it turn out worst when I lied at first.
I made her heart burst out and I end up with a curse.
So sick and tired
So stress and felt like a mess
Can't rest
Feels like I got striked by a arrow feeling pain on my chest.
I was a fool so I sit on the moon looking for a room of space.
Right now I face against hate and i used her as a bait.
Its hard to see us both separated her love has me so far gone but I made it fade away.
I was guilty of breaking her heart and left her to suffer to death.
So I commited a crime and I have to face time.
.
poem by Anteaus Berryhill
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The Pain I Can Control
The pain I can control
The pain that makes me whole
The pain that stops and brings some tears
The pain that erases all my fears
The pain that I inflict with this knife
The pain that might be last in my life
The pain that brought me to my knees
The pain that woahed me full of pleas
The pain that made me see the light
The pain that is bringing me home tonight
The pain that is wrong and bitter
The pain that makes me feel fitter
The pain that my friends say is wrong
The pain that makes me feel so strong
The pain that makes my friend sad, and cry
The pain that makes her want to die
The pain thats not just pain to me
The pain that makes everyone see
The pain that thats tearing me apart
The pain thats ripping apart my heart
The pain that I'm addicted to
The pain I can't give up. Not even for you..
Throughout The Pain
Drowning in these tears I've cried
Hoping that it would drown out the pain
But instead I crawled through the pain
Ran through the storms
Hid all the pain inside of myself
Cause I knew no one else would ever understand
I was right they didn't understand
Not the pain I was feeling
Worse than a deep cut
Broken into and ripped apart
No one knew how torn up I was
How shattered I was inside
No one even knew it at all
Can't even describe the pain I was feeling
But here I am still
Still alive after I've tried to die
I can't say I'm pain free cause I'm not
I can say that most of the pain is gone
And that all in all I'm doing okay
I'm doing alright all things considering
This road I've traveled on was long and rough
These storms I've faced along the way
The scars upon me I made
It was all well worth it cause I learned a lot throughout the pain
Throughout the pain I made it
Still shattered I don't think I will ever find all the pieces
But I'm still here through the long suffering of pain
I made it throughout the pain and made it through the storms
January 24,2009
poem by Espn Chick
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Malpractice
He was the first to graduate,
top of his class at that.
Male nurse he was,
an oxymoron for the crowd,
but he had stuck with all,
had soon excelled and stunned
the staff and the examiners.
He woke each morning, before five,
slipped in the starched and white
then crowned it all by slinging one
his graduation gift, a bell type, too
across his rigid shoulders, pride
as well as practicality and need,
it was the seal of their approval, yes indeed.
On Christmas Eve, he'd volunteered,
they brought a toddler with a temp of 43,
he called the Registrar to get the go
and drew the morphine into glass, precisely so.
The child soon died, it had been calculated wrong,
the dose had been the proper one for one full grown,
perhaps the doc had figured this one way too strong
but here he was, the one in charge and on his own.
He took a 10, it was the largest he could find,
and filled it carefully, then shot it in his vein,
and within seconds he was screaming, going blind
and then he died because the morphine wrecked his brain.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Alone At The Seaside
Sunday, October sunlight, I´m at the marina admiring
a boat made of wood, hull, deck and the bridge; I was
dreaming of mystical islands in the Pacific. An elderly
man near me spoke, said it was his ship, it had been
a fishing vessel…Asked if I wanted to come onboard
and have a look…Yes thank you. Everything onboard
was spick& span, but noticed the freezer in the pantry
took too much space. The cargo hold of his vessel was
converted a salon, but why all those black silk pillows,
on sofas and chairs? Thought it sinister. The man was
standing too near me taking up my pace and breathing
my air. Back on deck he invited me for an afternoon trip,
but told him I had to go home for my tea. Driving home
I thought of the freezer again, perhaps he wanted to lure
to the open sea throttle me with one of the black pillows
cut me into pieces and put each part in nice plastic bags with
name tags on, say, left leg, shoulder bone, thigh and foot.
use them as bait when he went shark fishing. Once again
my hunch had saved my life.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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