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confused
his sense of time is twisted
how he makes the past sound
like the present sometimes is
weird, others have long commented
is this just plain
lapse of grammar?
he is not an Englishman
after all
but a native of another
lesser country

most of the times
his future is vanished
like some lines
that he just
erased

but everyone understands
this

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Twisted matter

Twisted faces, twisted emotions,
Twisted past, twisted present,
Twisted future, twisted hopes
Twisted preaching, twisted action,
Twisted truth, twisted lie,
Everything is twisted and twisted,
O Lord, where is thy twist?

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Confused

I am confused with love and fear.
I am confused with the taste of my tear.
I am confused of where I'll go.
I am confused of what I'll know.
I am confused of whos my family.
I am confused of what makes me happy.
I am confused by what I do.
I am confused of what's true.
I am confused by your touch.
I am confused oh so much.

poem by Jean Pullman
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Past, Present, Future

i lived in the past for so long
that the present was always unknown.

now i always look ahead at all the possibilities
and there is so much, that i now see.

a shimmer of light at the end of the tunnel
and my thoughts being poured through a funnel.

the past is the past, and that's where it will stay
and in the present, we have to find a better way.
for the present will soon be our past
and if we don't do something, it will not last.

we must always look to the future
for it is only twenty four hours away
then it will be our past
and we have so much to do and say.

when i look at life, i truely have to laugh
today is our future and tomorrow it'll be our past.

now that i have you confused as to what i am
trying to say.
i guess i will try' to put it a better way'.

we all tend to procrastinate
always leaving it for tomorrow.
but! what if you don't see tomorrow.
and today you did'nt accomplish that task
how will you be remembered
if the present you left for last.

when we leave this material world
and our souls soar up in the sky
we will still have our memories
and that we can rely.

for when we get up there(if we do)
your soul will have carried all that you did
in this life
and the memories of friends, family
husband, or wife.

now when you look down on all that you had did
and asking yourself the question.
did i use my time, the way it was
meant to be?
or did i procrastinate, that others now speak of me?

we all have to work in order to survive.
but we must stop on occasion to smell the flowers.
and to enjoy all that we was given
otherwise how can you call this living.

(my thoughts: the words and stories were given to me.
so that i could write them down, for al the world to see.)
this is my philosophy.

poem by Louis Rams
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Constant Time

Time past and the future give way to this present picture,
But can somebody tell me how to recognize that gate that leads to the bed of roses,
We speak about the future like the past is a grain of sand on the shore,
Washed away by the ocean tide,
Giving way to new grains to make a portrait of the present,
These past memories stay deep in our heart like the depths of the ocean,
Though it gets washed back to shore ones in a blue moon,
Reminding us that our past is a standard measurement of our strength,

Time moves so fast making the past to fade away,
this makes us seem so secured about the present,
Forgetting the fact that our present becomes our past that was once a present from nature as a new day,
Some take the future to be a dream and a wish,
But I take my future to be what I see when I stand from the bottom of the mountain to look at the top,
And my past to be the depth of the ocean that can always be washed ashore …
The only thing I can control is my present,
Yes cos my mind controls my hands to give you a flash of what goes on in my head
Like this words i write to you was once my future and will become my past, making my future my past and my past my future..So ironical isn’t it?

Standing here I sure know 1 thing,
I will reach the top by that foot path,
Yes of course it’s not to mean that I wouldn’t fall,
But I have to break myself off my present past and walk with grace to stand where I belong,
There where I am the king of my destiny,
The past is just going to be a page of memories,
And my future will become my present making time constant in my head,
Because I stand on my past which was once my present and my present which was once my future, making time equal and constant
As I flip thru this page of life,

By: ade

poem by Adeniran Oluokun
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The Path Of Time

Whether of present or past
Or future if you please
The time that you portray
Moves only for yourself

Some choose to live in the past
Lost hopes and dreams they share
But time only last
Until they release the burden they bear

Some choose to live in the present
And behold the sights of each day
A balance of decisions for 10 second frames
And everything always seems fair

Some people look towards the future
To see long term effects unfold
However long it takes to get there
They keep persisting towards their goal

I chose to live in the present
Ignore the past and future presence
And live life like I will not see the next day
And still not have to care

But if I provide an example
For past, present, or future
My path is still my own
And moves only for myself

poem by Logan Fulk
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Song From An American Movie Pt 2

Sometimes I get to a point where
I don't give a damn about
anything...anymore
Sometimes I get to a point where
I feel numb and I just don't care
Sometimes I feel like I just
don't care
I sit in my car
and listen to the radio
I think about the past
and it seems so long ago
I know the pain
is slowly going to fade
This life is going to get better
(Things are going to be better)
I wait until
my ex-wife has gone away
I walk around the house
Getting lost inside the old day
I see a picture where
everybody's smiling...
I know...
I got to keep it on the inside
I want to get lost
from my life sometimes
Sit on the side
and watch the world go by
I want to get lost
and I don't know why
Sometimes I want to get lost
and I don't know why
(Sometimes I want to get lost
and dream for a while)
Waiting for my little girl
Waiting on the school bus
We're going to the movies
Yeah just the two of us
Sit inside the dark and dream
for awhile
Our life is going to get better
(Yeah it's going to be better)
I wake up weird
in the middle of the night
I walk the floor
until my mind gets right
I think about the past
and it makes me want to cry
I know...
I got to keep it on the inside
I want to get lost
from my life sometimes
Sit on the side
and watch the world go by
I want to get lost in the dark
and dream for awhile
Just sit inside a dark room
and dream for awhile
The only thing that ever makes
sense to me
Is the words to a song from
an American movie
The only thing that ever made
sense in my life
Is the sound of my
little girl laughing
Alive and happy in
the summertime
I am just like everyone I know
I am afraid of things that I
don't know
I am afraid of ever really
being alone
I want to find myself a brand
new heart
I want to find a girl
and make a brand new start
I want to find a girl and get lost
in the dark
The only thing that ever makes
sense to me
Is the words to a song from
an American movie
The only thing that ever made
sense in my life
Is the sound of my
little girl laughing
Through the window of a
summer night
I sit alone in the backyard
Wishing I could be inside
Just the sound of my
little girl laughing
Makes me happy just to be alive
Sometimes I am happy
just to be alive

song performed by by Everclear
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Song From An American Movie Pt. I

song performed by by Everclear
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The Englishman

He is an Englishman!
For he himself has said it,
And it's greatly to his credit,
That he is an Englishman!
For he might have been a Roosian,
A French, or Turk, or Proosian,
Or perhaps Itali-an!
But in spite of all temptations,
To belong to other nations,
He remains an Englishman!
Hurrah!
For the true-born Englishman!

poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Weird

I like the way you never sleep
And the promises you never keep
I like the way you say hello
And make it sound like time to go
I like the scar above your lip
The way you let your feelings slip
But they are never what you feel
Oh so fake but completely real
Dont you think its weird
Weirder then weird
Thats what you are
Thats what you are to be
What I like about you
Is what you like about me
Dont you think its weird
I like the rules that multiply
And make the good things
Pass you by
Standing here without a plan
Thats why your such a happy man
Dont you think its weird
Weirder then weird
Thats what you are
Thats what you are to be
What I like about you
Is what you like about me
Dont you think its 1,2
I wanna make some changes
I want my money back
I wanna start up with you
I wanna talk to strangers
I wanna be with you
But I just dont know
Where or When
Thats what you are
Thats what you are to be
What I like about you
Is what you like about me
Dont you think its weird
Weirder then weird
Thats what you are
Thats what you are to be
What I like about you
Is what you like about me
Dont you think its weird

song performed by by Hilary Duff
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Dimension Merge

For us the past has gone and the present moves on
into the yesterday of a future’s present time.
Despite living in the future’s past this will not last,
present and future will very soon combine.

Future or dimension, to some a misapprehension,
but they are one in the same.
If there’s more than one, they will follow on
to leave one, with it’s present name.

On merging we’ll realise we’ve no future to recognise,
and the past and present is all we’ll know.
The past will still be renewed, with each day used,
but the future will mean only tomorrow.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Poem super fast

Nothing is certain
Go with fountain
Be sure
Life is in vain.

Catch train
go for fain.

Present is yours
Neither past
Nor future.

O my soul
Come and
Wash my coal
See I am yours
This is the identification
Mark the mole.

Grammar is man-made
Not poem.
Go with poem
Forgetting word
sentences rules
Regulations of grammar.

Water is burning
Air is burning
Sky is burning
Still fire is not there
And this earth.

Only love I want
I am the product of love.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Past-Present-Future

They spend no time together
Yet they're relatively linked
These three birds of a feather
Who march through time in sync

Present is right now
Past is just before it
Future rightly vows
Nothing will detour it

The past flies by too fast
It's movement so incessant
And with a final gasp
Bestows on us the present

The past is understood
When at present we look back
Most memories are good
But some do sadly lack

For the time that's yet to be
The future, as it's known
Let's prepare it present-ly
With good memories all it's own

poem by Stanley Cooper
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Some Weird Sin

Pop/bowie
Well, I never got my license to live
They wont give it up
So I stand at the worlds edge
Well, Im trying to break in
Oh no, its not for me
And the sight of it all
Makes me sad and ill
Thats when I want
Some weird sin
Things get too straight
I cant bear it
I feel stuck
Stuck on a pin
Well Im trying to break in
And I know its not for me
And the sight of it all
Makes me sad and ill
Thats when I want
Some weird sin
Thats when I want
Some weird sin
Just to relax with
Thats some dumb weird sin
For a while anyway
With my head on the ledge
Thats what you get out on the edge
Some weird sin
Things get too straight
I cant bear it
I feel stuck
Stuck on a pin
Im trying to break in
Oh, I know its not for me
Well, the sight of it all
Makes me sad and ill
Thats when I want
Some weird sin
Thats when I want
Some weird sin
Just to relax with
.
Thats some dumb weird sin
For a while anyway
With my head out on the ledge
Thats what you get out on the edge
Some weird sin
Some weird sin, some weird sin

song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Pictures At An Exhibition

the picture of the past
the touch of a thought
the perfume of a present
the sound of a symphony

everything
could be
unexpectedly
the mystification
of a latent memory

onward
when the moment reveals
it's time
intuitive
you'll sense
you'll see
what's to be divulged
this moment only
for those being privileged
and present

time
with its unique varnish
fades
strong colors
loud noises
intense images
into pictures of an exhibition
exclusively behind closed doors
only for the happy few
wealthy enough
facing unique perspectives
in expanded revolutionary views

gained ground
exploding in color
and sound
exposing a new world
leaving a stairway
following a sign
choosing that direction
feeling so immensely meaningful
just fine

poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen
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Reincarnation

Somewhere
I think of you
Somewhere
I remember you

You are with me like the wind
From a faraway land and I know it is you
The way you kiss me still makes me quiver
Wind-lips touching my cheeks my neck
Wind hands caressing my arms my hands my chest
Wind-body hushing pressing against my body today

There is a sense of longing about two
Past bodies,
Two past warm bodies pressing to
Past warmth and past time somewhere
Only that it is too hard to remember the details
Of that past love, past the season, only that it is hard
To remember why that love died untimely

Now we are here, I am in this present body of a writer
For some reason you read me in your present body of a reader

You are telling me that something in my poem catches
The eye of your soul and you begin to remember
This is him, this is him, he was there with me before

Your way of telling me without seeing me is a feeling too
We were there before we were together we just can’t remember the details.

Today you are the thought that touches me like the wind-mind
So gently, a thought comes to my brain, a feminine thought claiming
A right that was there before, and which today vehemently denies.

The present seals it with birth.
Locked.
Another death is needed to open it.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love The Things You Hate

Does it matter if it works out as planned. when the author is the pen in your hand. when your mind does what you dont understand. remember that a sentiment changes every day. as every sun leave
Dows, arrows pointing every way. hey, look around, this is you. dont you worry cos its fine to be confused. when youre questioning your fate. in time, you will see. all that makes you who you are, will become so clear to you. and dont you love the things you hate. life will give its gift if we dont hesitate. some see the paper, then throw the present away. if you feel youre dying and the clock just makes you wait. time may find us in tomorrow looking for today. hey look around, this is you. dont you worry cos its fine to be confused. when youre questioning your fate. in time, you will see. all that makes you who you are, will become so clear to you. you should love the things you hate.

song performed by by Toto
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Lifes a Journey

As I sit and look back at my life and the things I did, whether they were good or bad...I am here...

The past is my life long journey of truely finding my self.

My present is my life journey to correct my past mistakes and improve my present.

My Future is what I make of my present.

So I choose wisely because I only have one past, present and future.....

poem by Yahaira Perez
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In My View

single engine airplane

across a sunny sky

brings memories as a kid

on my back watching them fly

this feeling invoked

makes me think of you

the connection makes no sense

no logical lines I can draw to

this was a past time spent alone

a moment of rest while running home

the engine's sound still reminds me

of years ago and the fields of green

poem by La La La Laurie
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Walking Past My Mirror

Walking past my mirror watching my life past by
And all i have to say is why
Sometimes i want to laugh, most of the time i want to cry
I see you looking in my mirror and it makes me want to die
You think the mirror lies but, i know it doesnt
You thought that it was supposed to happen but i know it wasnt
In my mirror theres nothing but the present
But i dont like the present because it is not very pleasent
Its all going to fast and i want it to go slow
And all those bad things i just want them to go

poem by Shateeka Williams
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Starry Night

lying on my back i feel you breathing
sucking down the ghosts into your sleep
there's something in your spine that makes me nervous
and the black that swells between us grows more deep
i cut the world in chords making melodies from words and i'm confused again
take all this abuse because i ain't got much to lose
it's a starry starry night out here on hope street
but hope gives way to hunger when you're poor
and with pockets full of promises and poems
i know that you ain't worth much anymore
spoke in broken time crooked rythyms twisted rhymes and i'm confused again
paint my world in blue because i've never liked to lose
i don't think i want to spend another night with you
i don't think i want to spend another day feeling the way you leave me to
standing in the half light of the morning
i watch the shadows lace across my shoes
there's something in your voice that makes me nervous
if i can tell we're lying why can't you?
the song that's in my head is playing backwards in this bed and i'm confused again
seems like i have to choose it feels like either way i lose

song performed by by Zox
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