The Saddest Thing That Can Happen To Love
in his journal
two weeks ago
when she was sick
and hospitalized
he wrote an entry
which by accident
i have read:
there is joy in
your absence.
time is on the
good side
it is this letting
alone
that makes one
alive.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We just wrote songs that seemed good to us. We wrote the album in like two weeks. We could have had more time, but we accomplished what we needed to in the two weeks.
quote by Travis Barker
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Inanimate questions, if you only knew
1. the law professor had a stroke
2. and he is hospitalized for weeks
3. you are the dean
4. and you tell me
5. he is sick
6. and you ask
When can he submit his grades?
1. you bought a new motorcycle
2. and your son used it
3. for a ride
4. and he met an accident
5. and you phoned
6. from your office
7. and you ask
How is the motorcycle?
Inanimate questions are those directed to solicit
Answers concerning inanimate things
They focus on things
Forgetting about life
You should have asked: how is he? Is he well? Did he recover?
You should have asked: how is my son? Did he suffer any injury?
We humans sometimes do not know how to ask the animate questions,
And this lapse must be immediately corrected and repaired like lesions
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Am I Askin 4 2much
am sick of people actin with me like a child
am sick of not letting me do wt i want
am sick of not letting me say my opinion
am sick every day and every moment
am sick of judging me wrong
am sick of every thing in my life
am sick of them controling me
am sick of selfish people who want me 4 there own good
i want some space i need 2 breath
i want 2 enjoy life with her every moment
i want 2 be able 2 do some misteak
i just want to get a life and be my self
am i askin 4 2much
Fly
[verse]
Be still
Let your hand melt into mine
The part of me
That breathes when you breathe
Is losing time
I can't find the words to say
I'll never say goodbye
[chorus]
And I'll fly with you
Through the night so you know
I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
Tears like rain fill up the sky
Oh my love
I'm not letting go
I won't let you go
[verse]
I saw a host of silent angels
Waiting on their own
Knowing that all the promises
Of faith come alive
When you see home
Hold still and let your
Hand melt into mine
[chorus]
[bridge]
Shed your heart and your breath
And your pain and fly
Now your alive
Now your alive
Now your alive
Now your alive
I won't let you go
I'm not letting go
song performed by by Jars Of Clay from The Eleventh Hour
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Suedehead
Why do you come here ?
And why, why do you hang around ?
I'm so sorry, oh ...
I'm so sorry, oh, oh ...
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
Why do you telephone ? ahur...
And why, why send me silly notes ?
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry, oh ...
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
It was because
Everything that i did
I wrote it down
On the wall
You had to sneak into my room
'just' to read my diary
"oh, it was just to see, just to see"
(all the things you knew i'd written about you...)
And oh so many illustrations
Oh, but
I'm so very sickened
Oh, i am so sickened now
Still, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Ah ...
Still, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
A good lay, ah ...
Oh, it was a good lay
It was a good lay
It was a good lay
Oh, it was a good lay
Good lay, good lay
Oh
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Good lay, oh
Thankyou.
song performed by by Morrissey
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So Alive
Today I watched the boats
Moving through the harbor
Walking on water
In your arms I'd stay
Forever if I could
Fireer if I may
Keeps me in your thoughts, don't disappear
I am on your side
And so alive
So alive it isn't real
If this is how I feel
Then nothing now is true
And nothing now can ever be taken away from you
Sinking in the past
The things that shouldn't last
Just put to bed and stand beside me
Stand beside me
Always on your side
I'm on your side
And so alive it isn't real
I am on your side
And so alive
And so alive
And so alive
I am on your side
I am on your side
I am on your side
And so alive
So alive
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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What They Will Say
Some times, I wonder if I write for the future.
That may seem like a strange statement to make.
Forty-three years ago, I wrote a poem
that at the time no one wanted to know.
Now it is my best-loved poem
read by countless people around the world.
Thirty years ago, I wrote two poems
and each one won me an award,
but at the time I wrote them,
no one wanted to know.
All of which makes me wonder
if what I wrote in my yesteryears
that then none wanted to know.
Could they all be popular now?
Today I started collecting and retyping
short stories I wrote twenty years ago.
At the time, publishers and agents
didn’t want to know.
Now twenty year on
I am wondering what they will say.
24 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Note You Never Wrote
Later on, the story goes,
A bottle floated out to sea.
After days, when it had found the perfect spot,
It opened up,
And I read the note that you never wrote to me
After all, Im sure you know,
The mayor of baltimore is here.
After days now he can finally appear,
Now at last hes here,
But he never is gonna get my vote,
cause he never is gonna get a quote
From the little note
That you never wrote to me.
Further on, along the line,
I was arrested on the shore,
Holding papers of governments galore.
I was taken in,
But I read the note that you never wrote.
Yes, I read the note that you never wrote.
Oh, I read the note that you never wrote to me.
To me.
To me.
To me.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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I Would Like It Better If
If I wrote to be liked,
I would not be read.
And I do like that some read,
What I write!
But I would like it better,
If I was fed...
By what it is I've said that is written...
And read by those who read what I wrote!
Finding a nibble to afford,
Liked And nourishes...
To feed the reader something read,
Coming from this writer's head!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Barely Surviving
I'm sorry I let you read me
I'm sorry I read you
I'm sorry I let you manipulate me
I'm sorry I manipulated you
I'm sorry I let you meet up with me
I'm sorry I met up with you
I'm sorry I let you kiss me
I'm sorry I kissed you
I'm sorry I let you touch me
I'm sorry I touched you
I'm sorry I got you attracted
I'm sorry I got attracted
I'm sorry I fell for you
I'm sorry you never felt the same way
I'm sorry for the first time
I'm sorry for my disintegrated conscience
I'm sorry for not letting go
I'm sorry for being mentally ill
I'm sorry for wasting everyone's time
I'm sorry for ever existing
I'm sorry for being sexually abused
I'm sorry for my religion
I'm sorry for not being capable of being loved
I'm sorry for being alive
I'm so sorry
but I will fix all of this...
poem by Mariam Abdelghani
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7 Weeks
Go
So your still the same, there's nothing left in me
Do you really think that we could save this?
Now get off your feet and really do something
Do you really think it matters anyway?
You said that we were fine, your lying all this time
Your the thorn that's in my side
7 weeks go by, it's so hard to say goodbye
Take your thorn
Take your pills so you can feel more of this and more of me
Don't shut that door in my face
Do you really it matters?
Do you really think it matters anyway?
You said that we were fine, your lying all this time
Your the thorn that's in my side
7 weeks go by, it's so hard to say goodbye
Take your thorn out of my side
My side, my side
Take your thorn out of my side
My side, my side
Take your thorn out of my side
You said that we were fine, your lying all this time
Your the thorn that's in my side
7 weeks go by, it's so hard to say goodbye
Take your thorn out of my side
Side
Go
song performed by by Inme
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Double Faced Poet
double faced poet
like day and night
light and darkness,
the bad side of
the other good side,
that is not what i
really mean,
it is not about good
and/or evil, it is about
how we do things:
poetry at night
and bread and butter
during the day, something
that makes the terror
of our creativity,
moon and sun
they may not come together
but they must exist
to make the whole
narration of a complete event.
rushing myself to write a poem
and then rethinking things over
a decision between life and/or death
liberty and/or prison, and so on and so forth,
this time, as you read, it is poetry.
as i sign out, it will be another face of me.
it is something that you cannot read.
it is hidden by the clouds
behind the sun and the moon and the stars.
it is something that disgusts me.
it is something that i do most of the time.
apart from this poem.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Reach
I know where Im going,
And Ive got all my cards showing.
Im like the crow flies, a straight line
Reaching for the other side
I dig the sand they kick at me with a calm that stuns.
Tracing time with no alibis makes me, makes me realize.
Its ok its just a dream I had.
That theres something out there,
Something, just out of reach
Armed with time on my side
And a field of vision miles wide.
Ill keep searching for some meaning
Whatever makes me feel alive.
Its ok its just a dream I had.
That theres something out there,
Something, just out of reach
Today I felt something so strong it took my breath away.
Now I long
To live like this everyday.
Ill find it some way.
Im alive with so much of life to try.
Ive got no memories of what used to worry me.
Its ok its just a dream I had.
That theres something out there,
Something, just out of reach
Someday Ill reach.
Its ok its just a dream I had.
That theres something out there,
Something just out of reach
Just out of reach, just out of reach
song performed by by Queensryche
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXXII: Accident
It’s not a terrorist attack
It’s not a battle of war
It’s just an accident
It’s not natural disaster
It’s not global tragedy
It’s just an accident
It’s not a conspiracy theory
It’s not a character murder
It’s just an accident
It’s not a careless mistake
It’s not a wrong decision
It’s just an accident
It’s not a misfortune
It’s not a twisted fate
It’s just an accident
It’s not a planned piracy
It’s not a suicide party
It’s just an accident
It’s not a mechanical failure
It’s not a human error
It’s just an accident
It’s not a crash
It’s not a downfall
It’s just an accident
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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8 Weeks
8 weeks to live
8 weeks to die
8 weeks is all they had
8 weeks to do the things they never did
8 weeks of fighting
8 weeks of trying to fit everything in
8 weeks of pain, suffering, and confusion
8 weeks of faking a smile
8 weeks of repetition
8 weeks of knowing they were nearing the end
8 weeks of love from friends and family
8 weeks…the shortest/longest, most hurtful/helpful weeks of their lives
8 weeks later…knowing they’ll never be able to do the things they’ve always wanted to
8 weeks later…now realizing he’ll never see her walk, at graduation nor down the aisle
8 weeks later…close friends and family now in shambles
8 weeks later…close friends and family never closer
8 weeks later…here we are
poem by Anthony Martello
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Punishment is not for revenge, but to lessen crime and reform the criminal.
Elizabeth Fry in journal entry
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Now Or Never
I took, one look, in your eyes tonight,
And I saw, it all there in a different light,
Just when I thought I was out of the rain,
Suddenly Im in a hurricane,
And all around me voices in the wind.
Say again, what I know I know,
Its time, its time, to learn about letting go,
Why does it feel like I just exist,
Stuck out here on the precipice?
They say the futures out of our hands,
So why is it making demands?
If I have to make up my mind,
Maybe now is the time to decide.
Every minute makes it harder on me,
Why must it be now or never?
I knew a man, I held his hand,
When I was just a child,
He showed me his dreams
I watched him let 'em die
If I could stand again by his side,
Id tell him that love is why were alive,
Thats what I tell the world I believe,
So why cant I listen to me?
If I have to make up my mind,
Maybe now is the time to decide.
Every minute makes it harder on me,
Why must it be now or never?
Welcome to sunrise in paradise,
The light of the dawn, is burning my eyes,
And thats just where I want it to be.
If I have to make up my mind,
Maybe now is the time to decide.
Every minute makes it harder on me,
Why must it be now or never?
If I finally get to make up my mind,
Girl then now is the time to decide.
Somebody tell me why I do this to me,
Why must it be now or never?
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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It Makes Me Sick
It makes me sick
to think it was all a lie.
It makes me sick
knowing it was all fake.
It makes me sick
looking at you.
It makes me sick
thinking of you.
You make me sick.
poem by Haley Smith
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Accident, n.: A condition in which presence of mind is good, but absence of body is better.
Got Sick
when you left me
i got sick
got really sick
for a long time
but i did not die
even when you
left me, got sick
and got sick for
more than i can
handle, but i
did not die
somehow i
got sick but
i cannot die,
i am alive and
soon i know
i will be in love
again, my promise
to myself, my
hope eternal.
spring, and new
moon, and change.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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