So Tired But Not Upset
some friendly metaphors
fly like tiny butterflies all yellowish
hover over my hair
i am tired and they make a show
of acrobatic letters and flowing words
like a cool stream
beside a hill
i am not upset because all i need is sleep.
and they understand
that sometimes
i may not write about them and their
unusual existences
like an aberration of light
a rarefaction
of lengths and a contortion of shapes
and they leave
but i whisper to one of those whose wings are too small
for its fragile body
perhaps, soon.
soon.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Monologue #3
how kind of you
you wait for life here
you are sitting, sipping coffee, watching the first sunrise by
the bay window.
relax.
how stupid of you to imagine life as a force
a knight of the morning
riding on winged white horse
inviting you for a ride
on the clouds.
i am not stupid. i am not stupid.
shut up.
there are so many things that you do not know.
I AM A forest of
mysteries.
I have secrets. flowers, worms, seeds,
stones,
ants, scorpions.
so you are into insects now?
small time.
you do not understand. these are metaphors.
i am not a poet.
you are a liar.
i am a lovely, attractive liar.
butterflies hover and hover around my head
loving my hair.
my hair are waterfalls.
do you hear the sound?
it is the sound of magnificent water.
it is power.
seriously, do you like to like to have a
shrink?
don't try me.
I can be so silent with your violent insults.
i am an artist.
no you are not. you are cheap. you are taking yourself seriously.
look at you.
yes, i am human.
are you god?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let's Leave The 'Poems' Without Metaphors
LET’S LEAVE THE ‘POEMS’ WITHOUT METAPHORS
Let’s leave the ‘poems’ without metaphors
Bare and stark and original
Quiet and sleeping and still
The soothing poems the calming poems
The poems that even in the middle of the night
Let us sleep.
Let’s leave the poems without metaphors
And go back to the simple words
And let them say all they can by themselves
Until they become metaphors too.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Always, After Something, Comes A Void
always, after something is done,
a word written
on paper, filling in the blank sheet
with something, there is always that
void, which comes next, asking
why? and telling you
there is still something left out there
and you must look for it
a pin? a button, or a lock of hair
things getting smaller
than your nail and you
try to voice it out
tonight? No. Tomorrow morning.
No. At dawn when everything is
silent and you have all the power
to think, and grope and
dig and crawl into the recesses
of your brain.
write me, write me, i am almost
dead. Says the letters scattered
on your bed.
you want to sleep. They fly like
fireflies above your face
and they dance in circles.
you are tired. Your eyes
close like the rock that
kept the dead body
of Christ.
yes. at 3 a.m. again.
leave me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poem Written By A Confessed Bipolar (her Name To Be Revealed Upon Her Permission)
I write because I can
I write because there are so many things to be written.
I write because I can make a painting without a brush and paints in my hand.
I write because I can capture the moment without having a camera.
I write because letters and words are the only recipe I know how to cook.
I write because I want to read what I’ve written.
I write because I’m used to speak in silence.
I write because I have a story to tell.
I write because I want to strip off my flesh and live as a pure being.
I write because I can record my “voice” without having a recorder.
I write because it’s like a cup of coffee, it keeps me awake
I write because I want to live even when I do not exist.
I write because this is my throwing stones when I’m frustrated.
6/11/09 at 4: 42 PM
I write because I can flaunt my being when I don’t have clothes to show off.
I write because this is like making an encyclopedia to a coloring book.
I write because it’s more effective than my lithium medication.
I write because I’m tired of carrying these baggages on the road.
I write because I’m tired of talking too much.
I write because it’s a healthier diversion than smoking.
I write because it’s more therapeutic than analyzing my problem.
I write because I want to paint a thousand pictures with words.
I write because I can put colors to the letters and make a rainbow of words.
I write because it’s the key combinations to my hidden vaults.
I write because my ball pen is my best friend in the darkest nights.
I write because it surprises me with what I am capable of thinking&doing. 6/11/09 at 4: 43 PM
I write because I like that ideas are popping like pop corns.
I write because I can wander in the adventures of my own world.
I write because I have to cleanse my collection of memories of an old home.
I write because like a mirror you need to do a lot of reflections.
I write because I want to fight the battle of life.
I write because I wanted my little voice to be heard.
I write because I want to run from the insanities of the world.
I write because pictures don’t talk.
I write because it helps me connect the dots when I look back in my life.
I write because it brings me back to my crib of silence.
I write because it makes a buzz to other bees in my beehive.
I write because unlike my bike my destination is limitless.
I write because I want to become an inspiration without extinction 6/11/09 at 4: 43 PM
I write because like strumming of the guitar, it vibrates in my soul.
I write because I love to write.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wisper Your Secrets
Whisper your secrets into my skin,
Come out clean, I'll hold your sin.
Whisper your secrets to my lone heart,
Before our sin's poison gets a head start.
Whisper your secrets into my hair,
And each strand will hold a care.
Whisper your anger into my pale hands,
Hate in my fists only you you understand.
Whisper your anger in my fragile mind,
Let anger simmer over time.
Whisper your anger into my head,
And I'll repeat every word you said.
Whisper your love into my palms,
And you will feel my calm.
Whisper your love into my lips,
And we'll lose ourselves in ignorance bliss.
Whisper your love into my soul,
And I'll show you something beautiful.
Whisper your secrets into my ear,
And know not a soul will hear.
All The Love
J. spinks
I cant believe the things that happen to me
I guess that I should have seen a long, long time ago
Letters you write dont help me get through the night
So Ill just turn out the light
And sleep here all alone
(chorus)
All the love, all the love in the world
All the love, Ill be sending you girl
All the love
All the love in the world
Time after time I put my life on the line
But I aint committed no crime, so take what you can find
Forget what I say cos Ill keep running away
I only live for today, but Im one day behind
(chorus)
These are the words that I whisper on every first night
But that day you left me
Those words were on that same flight
I cant believe the things that happen to me
I guess that I should have seen a long, long time ago
Letters you write dont help me get through the night
So Ill just turn out the light
And sleep here all alone
(chorus)
song performed by by Outfield
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Love Police
Sometimes I lie awake, wondering if Ill make it out of here,
But the wind blows round my heels, so I stay
I remember lying there, wishing I could be someone else
Trying to find somehow to get away.
If I asked him nicely dyou think hes show me how to fly,
cos the dust has weighed my wings down, and Im too tired to try.
Sometimes I sit here hearing voices in my head
I try to understand, to make some sense.
I wonder if I had to, would I lie to save myself?
A plea of guilty, but self defence.
If I asked him nicely dyou think hed show me how?
Im sure hes out there listening, but hes too tied up right now to try
Try, all of my sins
cos I cant stop now,
Just dont leave me behind.
Sometimes I lie awake, wondering if Ill get out of here,
But the words stick in my throat and I stay.
I remember lying there, wishing I could be someone else,
Trying to find somehow to get away
If I asked him nicely dyou think hes show me how to fly,
cos the dust has weighed my wings down, and Im too tired to try.
song performed by by Phil Collins
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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After A While...
when he was about to
leave me
for good, (that is what is usually
said)
he told me
Be not proud
for you too
shall have a share of those pains
just like the rest
and it is only when every
flesh of your body
gets numb
(i.e. it is too familiar
with pain that
it does not react anymore
to any
stimuli)
that you finally get
that reward
of what you have always sought
that
eternal peace
(i.e. it is not that the mind
becomes blank
like the closure of the windows
of the day
where you are led
into a dark room where you have
no choice but
sleep
forever,
no, no, no
it is not
it is never meant that way
it is this
you sleep
you are too tired
for almost everything
you do not remember
what happened
you wake up
light touches your face
plays with your
eyelids
you rise
again
a whisper leads you to
the door that opens
into a garden
it is such a beautiful garden
flowers that you have first seen
scents that you have never smelled before
there are sounds of
chirping birds
blue clouds
clear skies
a peaceful path
that takes you
to new friends
yes, my dear,
you are into another new beginning
you write again
those new letters upon a new language
that surprises you
with a higher
level of
understanding
yes, it is the wisdom
that faces you
upon a first
meeting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Writing
My words they no longer flow like a calm river
They rip, through, delicate flowers wither
Not in a long time have I wrote pure gold
One more worthless word and I'll explode
So I write these words to help express
That to me my writing can no longer impress
If the letters I write turn to heavy stone
Maybe I should try changing my tone
Even when words sing a merry tune
When the words hit me like a monsoon
I look back and scowl at scribbles and letters
And know there is a need for them to be better
So I try to write something funny, add humour
Rhythms with big cats, small rats, lions and pumas
But it all seems to lack that special spark
Something with a vicious bite and a gentle bark
Let's try and make it dark, murder and death
Something that literally stops ones breath
Words that hide the killer, build suspense
But this dark angst and pain is all pretence
A rhyme about love, happy and quite light
A poem about everything that can go right
Maybe just maybe it will all fit together
But these words take too long, almost forever
I guess I'll just carry on in this infuriating way
I'll continue writing the words I just can't say
So when I feel the need to write I'll let it all out
Then you will find out just what I will write about
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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What Words Can I Say?
i make life
i want to make life for both of us
the one filled with cheers like the sparkling
champagne on a thin, fragile, transparent glass
so we too can have
very careful fingers to hold it
or it breaks
shatters on the stone floors
and you weep picking up the pieces
your tears cannot ever glue them
whole again
i want to make life and love with you
on words
no no no, not on words alone
on actions and concrete hands that touch your face and make it
warm
i put the sun
and let the water run on the rivers
i want to make love with you
let us leave life for a while
let us close our mouths with words and letters and lines
tonight, i will put the moon and the stars
i like the windows closed
it is too cold
and my bed is small for both of us
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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S.a.d
I feel sad right now, three small letters
Inconspicuous, three small letters in a row
But they seem to hold all my depth of feeling these past months
Over you, and what you do to me when you cannot see
I've tried hard, just like those three letters
To add more
But nothing changes
Add a ly, and I'll add a lie
But still it's only 'sadly'
Add mascara, and all you get is a stream
A stream of black watercolour tracing
Down my cheeks, over my chin
Wait awhile, let the sad wear out
Stretch a bit, stretch me a bit
And all you get is an end
I'm saddened
I want more than sad
poem by Lillian P.k
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The Shrink Of The Lonely Household...
she will mistake
art as a form of disorder
it is not unlikely
she fails you
in the Rorschach test
where butterflies leave
from the frame of a page
and goes somewhere else
and there will be more
stories of its adventures
no longer
warranted by the inkblots
of her mind
she takes a closer look
at your nose
and count how many
breaths are you
making in
a minute
she will degrade you
into a candidate for an
electric cure
write the names of
some capsules for your medication
and a letter of recommendation
to another psychiatric doctor
you are not a poet
but a madman eating words
drinking ink
barking like a dog
at the wrong tree
of this world
you keep you fragile wisdom
shut your mouth
pack your belongings &
leave the place
and grow your tiny flowers
somewhere else.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Whispers [Şoapte]
In the sad night that keeps us now apart
Maybe you hear around some sighs bizarre
And fluttering of wings, words from the heart...
It is my longing coming from afar
And tired, next to you to sleep has flown,
As if it were a moth avoiding light,
Which at your head reposes with delight
On a small book closed quickly on its own
For sleep will keep us separate tonight...
poem by George Topîrceanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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A Child's Even-Song
The sun is weary, for he ran
So far and fast to-day;
The birds are weary, for who sang
So many songs as they?
The bees and butterflies at last
Are tired out, for just think too
How many gardens through the day
Their little wings have fluttered through.
And so, as all tired people do,
They've gone to lay their sleepy heads
Deep deep in warm and happy beds.
The sun has shut his golden eye
And gone to sleep beneath the sky,
The birds and butterflies and bees
Have all crept into flowers and trees,
And all lie quiet, still as mice,
Till morning comes-like father's voice.
So Geoffrey, Owen, Phyllis, you
Must sleep away till morning too.
Close little eyes, down little heads,
And sleep-sleep-sleep in happy beds.
poem by Richard Le Gallienne
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Sleep? Date Written 05/02/2008
I should sleep, my neck it tells me so
But there within the cold quilt I'm alone.
I should sleep and leave this vile machine now
But it calls me to caress its keys once more.
I don't sleep the way I really ought to
My words they need insomnia to live.
I don't sleep and my life becomes a muddle
But there's nothing I can do to right this wrong.
I need sleep, my body's hungry for it
For I know that in the morning I'll be tired.
I need sleep for a dream of someone near me
But it won't fill the space that's empty by my side.
I won't sleep and my eyes will become blackened
And my body will yearn for tender touch.
I won't sleep for I'm running out of time here
And life is precious time never recouped.
poem by Clare McWilliams
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A Story To Tell....
the images of light
like needles from the sun this morning
actually, there are no threads
and nothing to sew
actually, there are no significances
except some few
every word must have a story for you
and you may ask me
but always i agree to disagree with you
words have their own lives their own existence
i am only a vehicle
i am only a body to this ghost
for we are nothing but wings of some black birds
that hover on our backs
when they are through they all leave us
and they take all the wings they have given us in our imagination
we fall asleep and when when we wake up
we check if we are still us mirrored in the pond of still waters
our hands touch our faces
sliding through our smooth bodies
then we say, goodbye black bird
and thank you for making us live all over again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Can It Hurt
(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth)
Maybe youre just too upset inside to give it to me straight
Maybe youve become too angry and too close to crying to say anything I can understand
Or maybe youre just coming in over my head
Maybe youre just too upset inside too upset inside
How can it hurt if I dont understand
How can it hurt if I dont understand
How can it hurt if I dont understand
How can it hurt if I dont understand
Youre never gonna square with me I know so what is there to say?
Theres a million words that we could share tonight
Why do you walk away?
And I could write you off and its over with like a damaged car I cant afford to fix
But everything inside me wants to heal your pain
You wont explain
You wont explain
How can it hurt if I dont understand
How can it hurt if I dont understand
How can it hurt if I dont understand
How can it hurt if I dont understand
How can it hurt, how can it hurt
Well I dont understand
Well I dont understand
Tell me how can it hurt
Well I dont understand
Tell me how can it hurt
Well I dont understand
song performed by by Marillion
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All The Love In The World
I can't believe the things that happen to me
I guess that I should have seen a long, long time ago
Letters you write don't help me get through the night
So, I'll just turn out the light
and sleep here all alone
All the love, all the love in the world
all the love, I'll be sending you girl
All the love
All the love in the world
Time after time I put my life on the line
But I ain't committed no crime, so take what you can find
Forget what i say cos I'll keep running away
I only live for today, but I'm one day behind
All the love, all the love in the world
all the love, I'll be sending you girl
All the love
All the love in the world
These are the words that I whisper on every first night,
but that day you left me,
those words were on that same flight
I can't believe the things that happen to me
I guess that I should have seen a long, long time ago
Letters you write don't help me get through the night
So, I'll just turn out the light
and sleep here all alone
All the love, all the love in the world
All the love, I'll be sending you girl
All the love, all the love in the world
All the love, all the love in the world
song performed by by Outfield
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Plainest of Plain
No matter how many poems I write
I can’t impress you
The love that I write
The love I express
The love I try to show you
You just don’t see it
So let me tell you
In the plainest of words
No metaphors
No similes
Rhymes
Or complex descriptions
Only the plainest of plain
It’s been you
From the day we collided
You been in the depths of my heart
Pumping your love through me
I know it’s you I want
You I need
You I love
The only other way to prove this to you without words
Would be to slowly kill myself
Only to show you how much it hurts to be without you
I may not be your first crush
I may not be that vampire you like so much
Or the werewolf
But I’m something they’re not
I’m real and here for you
You won’t find anyone else like me
So now you can see what I feel
Hopefully now you truly understand
So now when I see you next (and to quote the Beatles)
Maybe “You’ll let me hold your hand”
Written: March 24,2010
And to any Twilight fans yes I referred to Edward and Jake.
poem by Ryan Collins
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Butterflies For Breakfast? (Life Poem)
Butterflies before you sit the final exam,
Butterflies before you go for a job interview,
Butterflies before you ask her out on a date,
Butterflies before you kiss her for the first time,
Butterflies before you propose two will be one,
Butterflies before you meet her family,
Butterflies before you see her all in white,
Butterflies before you make that big speech,
Butterflies before you see that your baby is OK,
Butterflies before you get news from the doctor,
Butterflies before you lose your job again,
Butterflies before you face any little crisis,
But -
No butterflies for breakfast.
poem by Ian Beckett
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