That Skinny Past
the past is skinny
it does not speak much
it goes to church
everyday
it is shy, but it thinks
much better, deeper and
probing like
a scalpel to the
gum and decaying teeth
it is what you only know
and you are surprised
how skin deep things were
until you wake up
and embrace the wonders of
change
the past is buried
it is skinny and dead
you want it
it can never be yours again
you meet a face
it is plump, and alienating
it does not recognize you
it is still hurt
and kept its composure
in indifference
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thatskinny Past
the past is skinny
it does not speak much
it goes to church
everyday
it is shy, but it thinks
much better, deeper and
probing like
a scalpel to the
gum and decaying teeth
it is what you only know
and you are surprised
how skin deep things were
until you wake up
and embrace the wonders of
change
the past is buried
it is skinny and dead
you want it
it can never be yours again
you meet a face
it is plump, and alienating
it does not recognize you
it is still hurt
and kept its composure
in indifference
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Phat
The word 'fat' is a term,
That 'skinny people' use,
Because they don't know what else to say,
When they see a 'fat person.'
No one has to be so rude about it,
When they see a 'fat person' eating ice cream,
Or sitting around watching others,
But some 'skinny people' don't understand to just dropp a conversation.
The word 'rude' is what 'fat people' use when someone makes fun of them,
'Fat people' are all over the world,
And yet - 'skinny people' don't want to accept the fact that 'fat people' are in this cruel world,
So some 'skinny people' have to act like they're all that and be mean to others.
There are people in this world that are 'low class' and are different from the people in the 'higher class, '
Because some people in the 'lower class' goes into depression and eat,
Because of the events happening in their life,
And so they become 'fat.'
But what 'skinny people' explain,
Is that they are slobs and can't eat normal instead of shoving food down their throat,
But what 'fat people' explain,
Is that they try to lose weight, but some of them can't because it's hard.
'Skinny people' make fun of them and 'fat people' let them,
Because some 'skinny people' don't know how it feels like to be 'fat, '
And some 'skinny people' call 'fat people' ugly and of course 'fat, '
But what 'skinny people' don't know is that we all are phat.
poem by Alicia Meyers
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Skinny Sweaty Man
Flashin' lots of cash and spendin' lots-o-loot
he's sitting at the bar - then he's sittin' at the booth
across the dance floor he does scoot
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
The caboose that could he goes toot toot
been known to gag and sometimes puke
a very good friend of granny goose
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Skinny sweaty man in the green suit
He's half man and half cartoon
but good buddy don't be confused
he's full blooded looney tune
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Face to face with the man in the moon
his family doctor is doctor seuss
if you catch him in your soup please don't shoot
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Skinny sweaty man in the green suit
He was new in town
a free wheelin' clown
a funny young duke
hangin' under the roof
of a place in time
united sound
he'll play a little guitar sing a few blues
he's the kind-a-guy that you can't refuse
despite the fact that he's no brute
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Strike the magic groove make him jerk and move
like an eight legged freak in snake skin boots
coming soon to a theatre near you
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from The Uplift Mofo Party Plan
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Last night I had a dream
Last night i had a dream
a dream about a future
a future that i had buried
deep within
A dream that made me wonder
how deep is that burial place
within me
Last night i had a dream
a dream about a past
a past that my memory
refuses to name.
Dug up by another name from
that very past
Last night i had a dream
a dream about the present
a present that i choose to
live in oblivion off.
a present with hurt, betrayal
pain and sadness
A present that however hard
i run away from shackles
me to my past and my future
chains, which i am unable to
break free from
which tie me down and make me who and what i am
Last night i had a dream
do i wish to wake up and
face reality.
are not the dream and the reality
one and the same.
Last night i had a dream
a dream or was i awake
finally.
poem by Jasveen Ahluwalia
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One Day
The deeper and deeper I fall, deeper and deeper I seek,
Deeper and deeper I try and deeper and deeper I need
Forgive me
4x
And all I see is your face
2x
The deeper and deeper I fall, deeper and deeper I seek
Deeper and deeper I try, the deeper and deeper I need
The deeper and deeper I fail, deeper and deeper I read
Deeper and deeper I cry, the deeper and deeper I feed
Caught up in this game of life, me against you
Not doing what I should, just the things that I want to
So wrapped up, terrified of what I become
Outside Im laughing, inside Im numb
I cant see the light because it blinds me
Try to forget but my past always remidns me
Exposed, looked on by eyes of grace
Im so ashamed, dont look at my face
All I see is your face
4x
Get up by your strength, I rise up to thee
But Ill stay on my face if you will of me
Shape and mold me til your though
Humble myself, life laid down before you
I need your wisdom, so the truth I keep on living
And your love will always be a part of me
Cant do a thing, if I aint living for the kind
So dont ever leave or take your eyes off me
Its not who you are its who youre living for
Trials and tribulations will come
song performed by by P.O.D.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Medazzaland
Oh, medazzaland
Medazzaland
I had a problem they said they can solve
Soon I wont speak
I have no words left in me
I dream in pictures but the sound is muted
I have no way to understand what they say
Into medazzaland
People are starting to talk
But I dont hear them anymore
Now I cant see
But Im still able to think
Do I have any feeling left?
What are they saying about me?
Do they really understand whats wrong?
I feel their hands on my skin
The time has come for them to begin
Im sinking deeper and deeper
Into medazzaland
I can feel the scalpel on my skin
Its cutting in deeper and deeper
Im in medazzaland
Oh medazzaland
song performed by by Duran Duran
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I don't know who decided that skinny was more appealing than not skinny. It seems arbitrary.
quote by Gwyneth Paltrow
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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When I look in the mirror I see the girl I was when I was growing up, with braces, crooked teeth, a baby face and a skinny body.
quote by Heather Locklear
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Buried Alive By Love
Again the burden of losing
Rests upon my shoulders
And its weight seems unbearable
Your tomb is where your heart is,
I should have told her
But within me hid a secret so terrible
To cry is to know that you're alive
But my river of tears has run dry
I never wanted to fool you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like Ive been buried alive by love
If I should die before I wake
I pray no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die,
Rescue me with your smile
If I should die before I wake
I pray no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die,
Rescue me with your smile
The kiss of vanity you blessed me with, spiritual woman,
Face the gods of war insatiable
Your home is where the dark is, I should have told her
Embrace the fire indestructible
To die is to know that you're alive
And my river of blood won't run dry
I never wanted to lose you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like Ive been buried alive by love
If I should die before I wake
I pray no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die,
rescue me with your smile
If I should die before I wake
I pray no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die,
Rescue me with your smile
And they say to cry is to know that you're alive
But my river of tears has run dry
I never wanted to fool you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And a deserted soul is gone
A cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like Ive been buried alive by love
If I should die before I wake
I pray no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die,
Rescue me with your smile,
If I should die before I wake
I pray no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die,
Rescue me with your smile
I've been buried alive by love
Ive been buried alive by love
Buried alive by love
I've been buried alive by love
I've been buried alive by love
I've been buried alive by love
song performed by by H.I.M.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Love & Anger
It lay buried here. it lay deep inside me.
Its so deep I dont think that I can speak about it.
It could take me all of my life,
But it would only take a moment to
Tell you what Im feeling,
But I dont know if Im ready yet.
You come walking into this room
Like youre walking into my arms.
What would I do without you?
Take away the love and the anger,
And a little piece of hope holding us together.
Looking for a moment thatll never happen,
Living in the gap between past and future.
Take away the stone and the timber,
And a little piece of rope wont hold it together.
If you cant tell your sister,
If you cant tell a priest,
cause its so deep you dont think that you can speak about it
To anyone,
Can you tell it to your heart?
Can you find it in your heart
To let go of these feelings
Like a bell to a southerly wind?
We could be like two strings beating,
Speaking in sympathy...
What would we do without you?
Two strings speak in sympathy.
Take away the love and the anger,
And a little piece of hope holding us together.
Looking for a moment thatll never happen,
Living in the gap between past and future.
Take away the stone and the timber,
And a little piece of rope wont hold it together.
Were building a house of the future together.
(what would we do without you? )
Well, if its so deep you dont think that you can speak about it,
Just remember to reach out and touch the past and the future.
Well, if its so deep you dont think you can speak about it,
Dont ever think that you cant change the past and the future.
You might not, not think so now,
But just you wait and see--someone will come to help you.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Turn Back The Clock At What Cost?
Ladies is it better to be confident
mature women of inner beauty;
or the teenager plump or skinny;
of phobia and fears; your choice?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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March Of The Gherkins
Its been sometime since the smile
Upon my face
Had a sneak preview in town
Its been a while since I gave chase
Its been sometime since the girl
>from round my way
Came and took me by the hand
Its been a long time since I came around
I can remember when i
Stood on my head
And walking straight across the ground
I still picture the laughing faces
Catch me, Im falling into my past
Deeper, the deeper the louder the laugh
I was told to grow up soon
Face my consequences
Being told it was high time
High time to come to my senses
Climbing up to the top floor
Stood the look of pleasure
Such a silly aged man
With an attic full of treasure
Catch me, Im falling into my past
Deeper, the deeper the louder the laugh
I remember when I was ten
Things were somewhat better then
Time went by so easily
Is this the way lifes supposed to be, but
Looking back I wonder why
It seems to pass so quickly by
Memories can make you cry
I close my eyes, my tears I try to hide
I was thinking about
Tammo land
Of all the funny places
I was thinking a short time ago
Catch me, Im falling into my past
Deeper, the deeper the louder the laugh
Catch me, Im falling into my past
Deeper, the deeper the louder the laugh
song performed by by Madness
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Yes, some people say to me you're too skinny, but never a skinny person says that to me, only people who could lose a few pounds say that.
quote by Karl Lagerfeld
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Worms in Africa
The worms in Africa are skinny
Iseola wants to be buried in Africa
The worms in Africa are not slimmy
Which is why Iseola wants to be buried in Africa?
The worms in America are fat
Iseola does not want to be buried in America
The worms in America are slimmy
Which is why Iseola does not want to be buried in America?
Iseola wants to be buried in Africa
The home of her ancestors
Where the worms are skinny and not slimmy
Her tomb stone shall read “home at last”
poem by Doris Dzameshie
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Born To Be Beautiful Defended
I know people went on their rant
about my poem “Born to Be Beautiful”,
now I take a stand.
Well let me say and defend,
I write first hand my unknown friend.
Who gave you the right to decide
for a person whose tired of the fight.
The fight to look skinny and to fit in,
tired of going to the health center and the gym.
Tired of the media and the fake looking ads,
of some of the skinny models on Prozac.
Now, tell me, tell me,
have you ever been attacked?
Attacked for being fat?
Now “fat” is the “protection”
for a lot of souls,
who knowingly incarnate
with fat as their goal.
Now you tell me can you
control karma too?
Are you God/Goddess who thinks it through?
I don’t think so, because there’s more written in the skies,
Accept everyone’s karma
and say “no” to an “eye for an eye”.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Wake Up Dead
I sneak in my own house
Its four in the morning
I had too much to drink
Said I was out with the boys
I creep in my bedroom
I slip into bed,
I know if I wake her,
Ill wake up dead
Chorus:
I wonder, will she find out,
About the other, other lover.
Diana.
Wake up dead, you die
Wake up dead, and buried.
Wake up dead, you die
Wake up dead.
song performed by by Megadeth
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This Is America
America is a free country and always will be,
why then do they have a law against skinny dipping?
You can smoke till your blue in the face,
die from lung cancer which spreads all over the place.
Do you die from skinny dipping outside?
I guess, we are a society that is more civilized.
But wait, the island in the south pacific don’t have
much crime, like rape like we do all the time.
So what you deny and hide,
becomes shameful and a crime.
Written By Christina Sunrise On February 4,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Everyday I Feel That I Am Slowly Buried
i try to wake up and rise from my lowly state
and every hour that you face me i feel like a small turtle
in my silence beside the still river and you speak and explain
and argue like the wind and the leaves and the clouds
everyday when i am with you i feel like am being buried everyday
layer and layer of sand and pebbles and stones and twigs
and branches and heaps of leaves
i am losing my art of breathing and i am beginning to accept the fact
that you have the capacity to lose me
the world shrinks and the river becomes deeper
the view around me is crowded and dark and i look for you
i call for you and you are no longer there
sometimes i need to redefine love when companionship loses the grip
of hands.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Flinch
A herron,
Staring straight
Into the cold wind,
Stands steady
On a branch
No thicker than
It's skinny legs,
And looks down at
Another herron
Standing in the river,
Also staring straight
into the cold wind,
Its skinny legs battered
By cold, choppy
Waves launched in
A tugboat's wake.
My thick calves
And thighs shiver
Under my heavy pants.
I turn from the cold wind.
They win again.
poem by Francis Santaquilani
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Beyond Recognition
no my friend
no, you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
burnt in the firmament of
my unadulterated desire for you
i'm now reduced to
a whiff of thin vapour
quickly carried away by the wind
and in no time absorbed by ether
no friend, no
you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
i'm now a tomb with all
love and hurt accrued
buried deep within with
no epitaph inscribed
no my friend
no, you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
as i sit in a corner of a cold bed
drawing my empty limbs closer
as if they're all that's left of me...
no my friend, no
you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
as much as i can't recognize me myself
through this vacant mirror...
wait, there from a corner
i recognize you simply gazing
at nothing in particular...
why, you alone?
i recognize my self
no more...
25dec2009
01.01hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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