Sleep As Endline.
what we must accept is that turning point
of simply remembering
pieces of self that we pick along the road
and reassembling them again like a robot
the jigsaw puzzle is nothing
our minds are no longer bothered by a clutter
the whistling man is picking daisies along the way
counting and plucking each petal like a girl
at the end of this waking and walking game
what do we really get?
not even memories, they fade like denims
what we have is perhaps a scent of dying roses
which reminds us of regret and hate and which
we finally throw away as trash
it does not matter who gives it
we retreat at night, ponder upon these things get tired
and sleep.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Learning About Sunsets And Faded Denims
everything fades
blue denims
daylight turning into
dark orange then
siphoned into
darkness
but before things
go into
nothingness
we still ponder
how beautiful once
they were
on the other hand
because they fade
we learn to love
what they have
too become
like cherishing memories
like putting flowers on the
burial grounds of
those who died
and whom once we
so truly loved
like savoring ourselves
with sunsets
like switching on the light
when it is so dark
ah, we learn
no matter how long to live
with what is in our
hands....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Petal Game
pick a flower
to play the petal game
pluck a petal
he loves me
pluck a petal
I don't love him
pluck a petal
he keeps getting closer
pluck a petal
I keep pushing him away
pluck a petal
he is always around me
pluck a petal
I hide away from him
pluck a petal
he is always protecting me
pluck a petal
I just punch him in the gut
pluck a petal
he never seems to get it
pluck a petal
I really hate his guts
pluck a petal
he just really bugs me
pluck a petal
I need a new flower now
pick a flower
to play the petal game
poem by Amber Lyn Charneski
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Little Old Black Man
Little old black man picking up trash
he was a kind sould I can tell you that.
He said 'No matter how much I pick up,
there is always more, more than enough.'
It's true and it's a sad fact-
how people throw trash out the window
like the Earth was a trash can.
Written by Christina Sunrise on May 11,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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To me acting is like a jigsaw puzzle. The jigsaw puzzle is of the sky and all the pieces are blue. Out of this you have to create a human being and put it together.
quote by Henry Winkler
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Picking Up The Pieces
Take cover, young lovers,
fall apart at the seams
It's stainless steel, that's how I feel,
you're the girl of my dreams
Well I tried to call you on the phone,
your dad said that you weren't at home
But we are, picking up the pieces of our lovin'
over and over again
Picking up the pieces let's do it again
We're picking up the pieces,
picking up the pieces of our love
Well, I need your lovin'
to show me what I am
And I want your body
to make me feel like a man
You know that I'm down on my knees,
you know it's you that I want to please, please
Picking up the pieces of our lovin'
over and over again
Picking up the pieces let's do it again
We're picking up the pieces,
picking up the pieces of our love
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Melting With The Shadows Of The Trees
one tells me
i have only a few months to live.
will it bother me?
i only tell myself
everything is a possibility
dying is certain, so what's the heck?
i don't have any baggage
to carry,
neither do i have so many things to hide
or keep
and worry about them
as to who shall have them
she is worried about me
do i have emotions? am i numb as a rock?
i tell her, i am a cliff
i look beyond the sea,
i am a friend of the wind
i have a grasp of heaven
to live is not really to just live
it is also
by essence to think beyond living
to know that everything here is just
part of the total picture
a bit of a pixel
that there are still missing pieces of
this jigsaw puzzle
it is like
packing nothing
walking barefoot on the grassy hill
passing a river
and walking some mountains
it is like
walking in the dark
and melt
with the shadows of the trees.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cut Me Out
Night after night
Day after day
Hours and seconds to go
Dying of fright
Nothing to say
Ive got no money to show
Picking at the bits and pieces of this puzzle game
Educated reasons why I have to wear this shame
Hey you - cut me out
Come back - and put my money down
Hey you - what have I done to you
Dont - dont spread the news around
Dreams in my sleep
Are tales from the cards
I see the final countdown
Reptiles that creep
Pushing me hard
Making me go one more round
Just another night - begging for mercy
What can I do - pleading n searching
In the night
Chorus
Bridge
Chorus
song performed by by U. D. O.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Pick Up The Pieces of The Mess That's Made
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
And don't have one regret,
This challenge you have met!
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
And don't have one regret,
You've met the challenge that's been swept.
Don't let this creep into your sleep.
As if a daydreamed lover,
Is a desire you wish to meet.
Get up and beat this need fatiguing.
If you want a peace of mind...
Don't become weakened by routines,
You know should be left behind.
No need to keep this stored and neat,
As if this is sublime.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
And don't have one regret,
This challenge you have met!
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
And don't have one regret,
You've met the challenge that's been swept.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
And don't have one regret,
This challenge you have met!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fade Away
Caught between the dusk and dawn
I numb myself to death yet I'm awake
I'm running out of alcohol
I shouldn't feel a thing yet all I feel is hate
I realise as the night goes by this is not the first time
This maddening pain keeps me awake I need to fade away all I feel is hate
I wish that I'd just fade away, fade away, fade away
I can't cope with all this hate, all this hate, all this hate
I'm so tired still awake, still awake, still awake
Finally I fade away, fade away, fade away
I pour another drink coz I can still think
And won't stop aching 'til I'm out of my head
That ticking clock is killing me
I wish that I was dead it wouldn't be too bad
I hope you're fine and well, I say
I wouldn't want it any other way
So please tell me how do you feel
Now tell me how's the league, tell me how's the league
I can tell I fade away, fade away, fade away
I'm stuck here just like yesterday, yesterday, yesterday
I miss those jam and pancake days you would shower and I would bade
It feels like I just fade away, fade away, fade away, away
I wish that I'd just...
song performed by by Quorthon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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~~I Hate You~
I hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you. i hate you. i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you. i hate you. i hate you. i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you. i hate you. i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you. i hate you. i hate you. i hate you. i hate you. i hate you. i hate you.
I hate you when you don’t love me
I hate you when you don’t come home
I hate you when you hate me
I hate you when i see you kissing a girl
I’ve always hated you
You’ve broke my heart into little pieces
My life gets worse when I stay
My life gets worse when I drink
My life gets worse when you yell At Me
You’ve always think I was a piece of trash
I hate I hate you I hate you I hate I hate you I hate you I hate you
I hated you So Much!
Look up to your heart. you’ve always hurt me in public
I hated you when you drink
I hate you when I see you around with that Women of yours
It just makes me want to cry.
In the night I cry out loud for MY family, The Ones You’ve Cared And Loved So Much
Always making other decisions
Telling lies to Your family.
But Some Day You’ll Find Away To Get You And The Family Together.
poem by Sonya Wesley
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Sleepless On My Pillow
I'm sleepless on my pillow
just thinking of you,
remembering just what it's like to sleep
the whole night through.
I'm not too bad in daytime
when you're not here.
But when the nights come
and you're not here
I think of you and wonder
how I'll fall asleep?
Don't want to turn the light out
for I know I'll just be
Sleepless on my pillow
just thinking of you,
remembering what it's like to sleep
the whole night through.
I wonder if you're awake
just like me?
Or are you peaceful,
sleeping silently?
When you come home again
I sleep through the night,
never waking up until
the morning light.
But when you have to leave me
for a little while,
it's then I hate those nights again
for I know that I'll be
Sleepless on my pillow
thinking just of you,
remembering what it's like to sleep
the whole night through.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Retard Girl
Retard girl makes us sick
Retard, poke her with a stick
Well she walks funny, kind of like a pig
Gotta hate that retard girl
See the retard girl walking in her school
In the same dress from fourth grade
See the retard girl cross-eyed in the schoolyard
Looking for the friend she made
Retard girl
Retard girl
Retard girl
Dont forget her face
Now shines the moon among the lake of fire
Shes sucking dick out in the yard
Well she walks funny, kind of like a pig
Gotta hate that retard girl
Hear the retard girl do one for me
She dont think like the others do
See the retard girl squirming in the mud
Throw her in the trash can, see what she does
Retard girl
Retard girl
Retard girl
Dont forget her face
I ask her mother, whyd you implode
Well, her heads so big it just might explode
And she walks funny, kind of like a pig
Gotta hate that retard girl
Hit her
See the retard girl staring at the sun
What does she see
See the retard girl stare at everyone
I hope she doesnt see me
Retard girl
Retard girl
Retard girl
Dont forget her face
Retard girl
Retard girl
Retard girl
Dont throw her away
song performed by by Hole
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Bath Of Least Resistance
Too many words on the the tip of my tongue and
I can never figure out
When to speak when to shout when to shut up
When to knock myself out
I need a brainwash
Gray-matter bath
I need the clutter all
Thrown in the trash
So could ya please throw my head in a tub?
I could really use a cereberal scrub
Wash away all I know
It's an overrated frontal lobe
Expensive thrills
sexual perversity
are always filling my mind
Mixed with guilt
Cause of bombs over dresden
Are kinda bringing me down
I need a brainwash
Gray-matter bath
I need the clutter all
Thrown in the trash
I need a brainwash cause I'm aloon
Cause Im a psycho-babble brain
A real life looney toon
A mixed up maniac, Im certifyable
So put me in a room right next to Nicholson
And give me thorazine Cause all I wanna do
Is sing traditional songs
But I like to sing in minor technologies
Not making sense
So could you please throw my head in a tub
I could really use a cereberal scrub
Waste away all I know
It's an over rated frontal lobe
song performed by by NOFX
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Waking Dream!
As if the horrors of the day weren’t enough,
The night comes with it’s reprisal of torment,
Where nothing stirs in its darkest depths,
But the waking dream of a sullen heart.
A dream that eludes by the day,
Shies away in the world’s ghastly stare,
By the horns night wrestles it to stay,
The waking is what I cannot bare.
If not for the dark night.
Is taken for granted- the sunlight,
IWho would ponder on the sting of the blight?
If not for the rain’s delight.
Who could afford to lay a dream?
If not for those sublime celestial things.
If not for those flights of the mind,
Who would dare soar over those mundane things?
As every ray casts a shadow and a doubt;
One is always needed to balance the other out.
There in the woods I retreat,
Among those leaves that have their final purpose met,
But mine is yet to begin;
Waiting for spring to throw a riot.
As every tree must wear many a winter’s wreaths,
So must every life carry a few resigned breaths.
The dread that makes me yell your name
Paler with fright of the waiting game.
What I wouldn’t say in the light of day
Night takes liberty to cast away,
So that in my pathless way you would stray,
To undo the wrong &put an end to night by day.
With a kiss upon your brow,
Let the New Year sing,
How could my days be a dream?
If I call your name waking!
x-----x----x
Seena.Joglekar-26thDec-10
poem by Seema joglekar
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Prolonged Indulgences
Go to any neighborhood.
Anywhere.
Anytime!
And there will still be folks,
Talking about how things use to be.
While they allow what is going on...
Right in front of their eyes,
To be dismissed.
As they sit reminiscing,
In prolonged indulgences.
Waiting for someone else to come along...
To pick up the trash they throw,
In their own backyards.
And complain...
No one has bothered to come around,
In quite some time!
As if that was a sign,
To show them no one cared!
And 'where' are the reasons...
Why anyone should?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cinderella Dream
The tears that remain
Fall down my face
That little girl I used to be
No longer has a childhood dream
She dreamed of a love everlasting
Like Cinderella in her castle
I was porcelain
But now I’m broken
Shattered into pieces
No longer a whole
This little girl sum of you used to know
No longer put on a show
To hide the fears she had
And the times when she missed her dad
She thought she was so strong but
then you came along and tore her down
She no longer has a smile upon her face
She sits in her room and all her memories fade
poem by Sierra Bouvier
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Charming and Lovely Feet
People weep in a sad dying city
In staggering discontent;
There is despair along the boulevards
Of limitless regrets;
There is no melodic voice in this birdless world
To provide consolation.
Romance has vanished
And perfumed handkerchiefs discarded;
Roses fade beside trash cans in the alley.
The promises I’ve made
Have becomes consonantal notes
In an opera of defeat.
I’ll have to remove my memories of her
As casually as she removed the sandals
From her charming and lovely feet.
These are days of vanquished retreat
And I have learned my place
Among the hapless and insignificant.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Jigsaw Puzzles
i am a piece of jigsaw
in a jigsaw puzzle
i fit snugly in the
bossoms of jigsaws
to carry my friends to you
i am blinded though
to the picture of it all
and is the puzzled
in the jigsaw that
you hold
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Throw It All Away
This feeling's back today
It's so deceiving like it's never leaving
same as yesterday
As the pressure's mounting I continue counting
Why can't I drive this image from my mind
It's true that you pushed me to the point
I think I've taken all I'm going to take
This really starts to sting
The bullshit and the baggage that you bring
I'm gonna throw it all away
Throw it all away
I feel like I'm on trial
Its never ending not worth defending
Been like this for awhile
The tides are turning I'm finally learning
I think I've taken all I'm going to take
This really starts to sting
The bullshit and the baggage that you bring
I'm gonna throw it all away
Throw it all away
Throw it all away, throw it all away
Throw it all away, throw it all away
Why can't I drive this image from my mind
It's true that you pushed me to the point
I think I've taken all I'm going to take
This really starts to sting
The bullshit and the baggage that you bring
[repeat chorus]
song performed by by Default
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I Hate That. I Hate How.
I hate that I can't sleep at night because of you.
I hate that I can't forget memories of you no matter what I do.
I hate how I look for you, and your no where to be found, your never around.
I hate how when I listen to love songs, your all I see.
I hate how I can still feel your hand In mine.
I hate how I remember looking In your eyes.
I hate how I can't get over you, and move on alone.
I hate how I still have your number programmed In my phone.
I hate that I can't take pictures of us off my wall.
I hate that you're not by my side anymore.
I hate how this Is all so true.
But most of all,
I hate that with out me, your doing just fine.
poem by Brandi kennan
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