When We Are Parted
i finally said that i am going away for good
and silence fell like a heavy stone
on the tiled floor
you did not look at me
but then you started to cry
your heart could not deny what we both felt
you heaved a sigh
and i heard the loneliness of the room
it is too obvious to ignore
i could not take the last step away from you
i could not close the door
of parting
and so i went back
retracing my steps back to your embrace
i caressed your hair
and kissed your cheeks
and wiped away the coldness of your tears
we are meant for each other
and no one shall ever divide us again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tears, How Can I Refuse Your Tears?
as i was about to turn my back
from you
there was this silence that
never speaks
this void that keeps a
hurting space
you let out a cry
your mouth does not lie
your tongue keeps
the parting words
and the room had become as
lonely as ever
lovers parting
saying the last goodbye
after all those years
of sweet bonding
and then i unpacked my bag
and decided to be back in your arms
' i am not going away'
my hands caressed your hair
and then i wiped away your tears
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Something Got A Hold Of Me
Hank williams & audrey williams
[c] at first when I heard of some people who claim
That the old-time religion was [g] real
I [c] said Ill go down, take a [f] look at the crowd
For [c] just that weak-[g] minded I [c] feel.
[c] I walked up the steps and I peeked in the door
But the devil said, dont you go [g] in!
But I [c] said, it wont hurt me Ill [f] just step inside
And Ill [c] set as far [g] back as I [c] can. [but-]
Chorus
[c] something got a hold of me [praise god]
Yes something got a hold of [g] me [oh! lord]
I [c] went there to fight, but Ill [f] tell you that night
God [c] certainly got a [g] hold of [c] me.
They sang like they meant it, they all clapped their hands
I said, its commotion, thats all.
When they get down to pray, Ill just get up and leave
For I dont wanta be seen here at all.
But I bowed that time, he got started to preach
And he looked straight down at me
He told evrybody how mean that I was
He didnt talk like he thought much of me.
I sat in my seat just thinkin it oer
And then they all started to pray
The fire fell from heaven, I fell to the floor
I prayed there and God had his way. [for-]
Chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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The Sadness of The Empty Home
The light flickers on
Illuminates the empty hallway
The thud, click of a door in closing
Brings a silence to the room
A heavy sigh escapes
A look to the mirror sees only
Tired eyes looking back
A bag lain upon the small table
The light turned back off
On route to yet another room
Light creeps through the window
Allowing enough to see
The sound of a running tap
Filling the kettle for a final drink
Keys thrown upon a side
The clatter of cups and spoons
Then further silence
Now the creaking of a staircase
Another door opened
Another light flicked on
The curtains drawn to the world
Drink set beside the bed
The silence of the empty home
Fills the heart with loneliness
A television switched into life
Nothing worth watching
Just a sound there to fill
The silence and the sadness
Of the empty home
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Find My Way Back
I remember the last time we talked
How I listened but still did not hear
A fool thinks he's wise to it all
Even as love disappears
Now I'm down on my knees like a wounded man
I've made mistakes that I just can't ignore.
I'll follow my heart down this highway
And hope it leads back to your door.
(Chorus)
If you could read between the lines on my face
You'd see just what I'm goin' through.
And if you believe in me, each step I will try to replace
Till I Find My Way Back to you .
It's hard to admit when your lost
When pride seems to stand in your way
And the blues is your only companion, walking these streets in the rain.
Still I know in my soul I can get you back
Your memory won't leave me alone
Is your heart free? Or still here with me?
Feels like I'm so far from home.
(Chorus)
If you could read between the lines on my face
You'd see the regret showin' through
And if you believe in me
Each step I will try to retrace (...to find my way back..)
If you could feel the tears I cry in the night
Only silence when I call your name
And if it takes all my life
I'll Find My Way Back to you.........
(Bridge)
I'll Find My Way Back to you
I'll Find My Way Back...
I'll Find my Way back to you.
(Refrain)
And If you believe in me
Each step I will try to retrace...(to find my way back)...
If you could feel the tears I cry in the night
Only silence when I call your name
And if it takes all my life
Each step I will try to retrace
Till I Find My Way Back to you.
song performed by by 38 Special
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Love hair
I got down onto the bed and started kissing you but my long hair got in the way and I felt like I kissed myself.
Long straight hair which fell onto your head was the wall between me and you and I feared if I said: I love you, I would be saying it to myself.
I tried to move myself away from you but couldn't and soon my hair was all over your body, protecting it from my love.
I really felt like I loved myself when I kissed my hair that was against you.
And it started feeling weird after a long time doing it.
poem by Maria Junnonen
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On Running Away
when you step on the floor
when that door opens because of your plea
to be in
when you are in
you discover that the monster is in too
and you want to step back
and go away
running is the first reaction
but soon
it is not the correct solution
it is not too late yet
you make a plea again to enter the same room
where the monster is in
and you decide to confront it
you know that you will be losing in this war
the monster has sharp teeth and a mouth without a jaw
hence it can swallow you whole
without much effort
then you think of another mighty solution
you stand still
then you sit down on the floor
you close your eyes
and plunge on the abyss of your
silence
you know what happens next
the monster is gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Are Still You On That Dimming Fading Light
you are still you on that dimming
fading light in the room where we softly talk
the years did not diminish you
your hair still curly, black and shiny hanging on the side of your ears
your forehead did not give in to the furrows of your sorrows
no wrinkles reside on your cheeks, tight and smooth on the light
of the small gas lamp
your gaze lands on my eyes like soft hands caressing my face
i gaze in return like the way how we understand each other
when we were so young and playful
when we tried to defy authority only to end in submission
you are still you in your undying love for me
as i have unlearned what we have taken as memories for ourselves
i, now, in my indifference, accepts what life is
the coldness of reason, the grip of necessity, the confidence
of being stuck and not moving to a new direction
looking at you with pity
holding firm for tears not to fall, and then opening the door
closing it again and moving away
feeling the weakness again
running to the streets and not looking back at your face
realizing how the years fell heavy on my back
how i have betrayed myself
you are you, firm and so beautiful
leave me, for i am no longer strong, so ugly like a heart that no longer feels
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One Evening
one evening because the walls of the room
are shrinking,
feeling as if i will be crushed by its four corners,
i finally decided to close the windows and open the
door to try to see if there are stars outside
and if the stars can relieve me from such a
claustrophobic impending death,
i step out into the open and sleep on the grass
to feel the coldness of the earth
i lay my body my arms stretched as far as my hands
can do in creating distance between my feet and my
center of gravity,
what i see is a dark sky and infinite space
i feel like a grain of sand spilling from a giant palm
i agree
i am insignificant
that room becomes nothing compared to the fear
of incomprehensible choices
an ocean of freedom
continental responsibility
i feel so drunk drinking too much space from a glass of my gaze
to this vast universe
nauseous still
i stand back to regain my composure
i go back inside the room
and then the wind howled
outside like an angry master
back to the comfort of my blanket
i promise myself a good sleep.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Baby Step Back
Now it looks to me like the same old place
In the sky it looks like rain
The same old town with the same old streets
The address has not change
You can find me there
With the door shut tight
And the one wish that remains
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
No you know I dont write no bad checks
I have no wish to repent
Ive seen a few
But whatever I do
I dont cause no accidents
Whiskey and wine help me pass the time
I dont leave no evidence
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
Still I dont kneel down
I was born to fight
So youd best leave me alone
Maybe Ill get much more than I need
Or much less than I should own
Last of all let me say it again
Either step up or step on
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
Baby walk back baby walk back
Either walk on or walk back
Baby step back ...
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Betrayed
I WENT back to our home to-day
That still its robe of roses wore;
My feet took the old easy way,
And led me to our door.
And you are gone and never more
Those little feet of yours will come
To meet me at the open door,
The threshold of our home.
The door unlatched did not protest:
I entered, and the silence drew
My steps towards the little nest
That once I shared with you.
There lay your fan, your open book,
Your seam half-sewn, and I could see
The window whence you used to look--
Yes, once you looked--for me.
Print of your little head caressed
Our pillow still, and on the floor
Still lay, dropped there when last you dressed,
The scarf and rose you wore.
All should have spoken of you plain,
Yet, when I bade the silence tell
Of you, my bidding was in vain,
I could not break its spell.
The silence would not speak, my dear,
Till the last level light grew dim;
Then, in the twilight I could hear;
The silence spoke--of him.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Her Hands Are Stronger Now
she greets you by the door. She knows you are coming.
Her heart pounds for you.
She shows the room. It looks for you for many years.
Now she brags the room is alive.
she opens the window and lets the air
and the trees know that you are here finally.
they all talk about you know.
they nod, you are no longer a dog.
Or a parakeet.
The chair opens its arms for you.
You take your seat.She asks you if you miss coffee.
Black coffee, without sugar.
You look around. There is nothing changed here.
20 years ago, all the structures are faithful
to their positions.
They miss you and like to embrace you.
She is restrained like a dam.
No tears this time.
Not even some tears of joy.
She knows why you are here.
The room, the tree and the window,
the floors are blind.
She knows that this will be the last time
of your compromise.
She is dead 20 years back
when you told her
about the truth.
How can she feel like the room, the floor,
the tree and the window
How can she be as foolish as air and cloud?
Her hands are strong now.
They write her name, her signature to sorrow.
Her heart notes the final statement.
Life is over.
Game is over.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bringing It Back
I must deviate from the pack.
When the trail goes cold I must learn how to bring it back.
Retracing the steps of an act.
I can't help but wonder.
And as the mind wonders
I must deviate from the pack.
When the trail goes cold I must learn how to bring it back.
Retracing the steps of an act.
I can't help but wonder.
And as the mind wonders.
I must deviate from the pack.
When the trail goes cold I must learn how to bring it back.
Retracing the steps of an act.
Getting this show on the road.
And this road is so little traveled
Dust and stones are thrown as I pass on by.
I can't help but wonder.
And as the mind wonders.
I must deviate from the pack.
When the trail goes cold I must learn how to bring it back.
Retracing the steps of an act.
I must deviate from the pack.
When the trail goes cold I must learn how to bring it back.
Retracing the steps of an act.
Getting this show on the road.
And this road is so little traveled.
Dust and stones are thrown as I pass on by.
I can't help but wonder.
And as the mind wonders.
I must deviate from the pack.
When the trail goes cold I must learn how to bring it back.
Retracing the steps of an act.
And retracing the steps of an act.
And retracing the steps of an act.
And retracing the steps of an act.
I must deviate from the pack.
When the trail goes cold I must learn how to bring it back.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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an Ode to Loneliness....
Loneliness need not be feared.
IT is one of the most common guests in your house.
If you fear it, it will tease you and prolong your
agony.
If you, however, meet it at the gate, and welcome it to your house,
give it some drinks, feed it well, and offer it your room, ask it to sleep with you
for ten days,
Then it will look at you from the tip of your hair to the tip of your toe and say, ' This man knows me, and has a deep thinking, he knows how to nurture me,
and take good care of a bleeding heart'
And then it will have second thoughts in deciding to stay in your house
and sleep with you in bed
It has lost its use and finally arrive at the conclusion ' You are a strong man,
you know how to live. You talk to God, and compassionate about
the pain of silence'
And then without saying goodbye
sans the note or words of departure, it leaves you and your house
looking for those who are still living on their closed houses,
on shallow waters
For indeed, Loneliness also chooses those who deserve it
Now you smile, you close the door because it is already dark,
close the windows because there is no moon,
and somehow you think about it,
honestly, you miss
what you have become so familiar about
it has become dear to you
and clearer now
it has become a part of you
like a key inside your
pocket.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Truth Hurts
So the truth finally comes out
You finally see through all his games
And all his lies
You finally realize
That the only place he was every perfect
Was in your eyes
In that moment you realize
That every moment you shared meant nothing at all
And you've never felt like such an idiot
Or so incredibly small
And you realize
That you'd rather stay lying on the ground
Then get back up after taking that long, miserable fall
As your friends draw close to you
Even though you feel the pain start to set in
You fake a smile and say:
'I'm just glad I know the truth about him'
But when the lights go out
And your left alone
And down your cheeks slowly start to fall tears
The pain in your heart
Turns into a burning fire
That does nothing but sear
That's when you realize
That the hadest thing to do
Is accept what you know to be true
Because sometimes
Nothing hurts more
Than the truth
poem by Tiger Lily Love
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Moving On Alone
A heartbreak lingers
Amid each stifled step
A shuffle of the feet
And a heavy sigh
The night seems endless
And the world bigger
This is a different kind
Of loneliness
It hurts and draws tears
Feels like no other
Pain known before
Something has ended
A time has come
To move on
And move on alone
A heavy hardship
For a broken heart
Lingers in a stifled step
poem by Matthew Holloway
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A MAN by EMMA Z.
this is a picture of you
my man, on white brief,
masculine body, strong,
firm arms, gentle eyes
determined eyelashes,
bold fingers, drinking
a hot cup of coffee,
well cut hair, shaven face,
smooth skin, hair on the
slab of his skin, firm legs
easy on the floor, calm nipples,
peaceful on the sofa,
waiting for me.
yet i still ask for more
when he steps out of my door
i may cry a little bit
three or four tears are enough
for a decent parting
a little time for mourning
a pint of vodka to shake him off from my system
tonight, i'll make a call
another man enters my door
into my womb, my system filled with his spurts
i stoop, i kneel, i worship this man
i lick every dropp of him
and then he goes again
at dawn, fitting in his black underwear
back to his pants and polo
sliding his belt
buttoning his pants
zip his pocket
yet i ask still for more
to fill this emptiness of my being
they are all men that step in and out of my door
hinges still strong and intact
i am suspended so well between the space and the frame
i am a woman. They are just men.
I swallow and spit them all.
i vomit and swallow them all again.
this is the cycle of my
skepticism.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Day You Started To Walk
Baby, When you were eight months old,
you were thin and enterprising,
liked to know about everything,
that were kept at heights and locked,
you crawled for a month all around,
and picked up anything from the ground,
so we made our home 'baby safe'
you did like to crawl up the stairs,
first head in front and then turned,
tried to crawl back in the stairs,
so I taught you,
to climb up step by step,
when I checked you, you reached the top,
with much ease and valiant,
made noise from the top to carry you down.
Do you remember the day,
that you started to walk?
I still remember you standing up,
At first it was very tough for you,
to carry your own weight on your feet,
you cried a lot and I was sad,
but I had to let you go through,
the life's lesson and you are the one,
must learn your own lesson and,
no one can ever help you to do it for you.
you held the cupboard for support,
and started to take the steps,
you were crying a lot,
and the drops of tears fell,
on your beautiful cheeks,
I was there beside you,
to hold you, in case if you might fall,
watching you walking,
catching in the camera and memory,
slowly in two days,
you did not need support,
started to walk,
slowly and steadily,
with both hands wide open,
to keep yourselves balanced,
you started the journey,
to travel on this earth,
as a courageous independent human,
with that first step taken,
just in front of me.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A little Ghost Story
As I was going to bed
I turned out my light
tucked myself in
on a long winter's night
All of a sudden
I heard a door squeak
I thought someone was in my house
so I decided to take a peak
I heard the wind blow hard
and started to shiver with fear
and heard some noises again
but this time I knew I was near
I went into the living room
and noticed my door was opened wide
squeaking back and forth
I laughed so hard I almost cried
So I decided to go back up to my room
When I heard some terrible cries
I rushed to my room real quick
but a ghost stopped me in surprise
I ran and yelled
and I ran outside my house right then
and decided I would never
go back to that house again
At my new house
I turned out the light
you can probably guess
what went on that night
poem by Shaina Lloyd
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Strategies For Living Life
when he goes out into the world
there are no arms waiting
it is loneliness that walks with him
so he decided to stay and close the
doors and windows
thinking that in this way the world
will love him as others expect
the rope of loneliness chokes him
and so he prepares to go back into the open
he dresses well enough to face the wind
and dance with the shadows
they demand that he tells him his real name
and not wear a mask and sing the usual song
he refuses to cater to a brutality
he goes back to his room and reads a book
and closed the door again
and he grows up into a very strong silence
confident upon the soundless nook and
expects no one to call his name again
at the end he learns this game of
responsible loneliness
the one that does not speak when hurt
that does not smile even when seduced by joy
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One Step Up
Woke up this morning my house was cold
Checked out the furnace she wasnt burnin
Went out and hoped in my old ford
Hit the engine but she aint turnin
Weve given each other some hard lessons lately
But we aint learnin
Were the same sad story thats a fact
One step up and two steps back
Bird on a wire outside my motel room
But he aint singin
Girl in white outside a church in june
But the church bells they aint ringing
Im sitting here in this bar tonight
But all Im thinkin is
Im the same old story same old act
One step up and two steps back
Its the same thing night on night
Whos wrong baby whos right
Another fight and I slam the door on
Another battle in our dirty little war
When I look at myself I dont see
The man I wanted to be
Somewhere along the line I slipped off track
Im caught movin one step up and two steps back
Theres a girl across the bar
I get the message shes sending
Mmm she aint lookin to married
And me well honey Im pretending
Last night I dreamed I held you in my arms
The music was never-ending
We danced as the evening sky faded to black
One step up and two steps back
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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