Choking On Words
It was past endurance.
Flattened rage went into shaking palsy.
He moved into sculptured dark
like false reason,
to defend the ankle-bone,
for sequential pain.
Every one seemed a fallible saint
wet eyed, sitting on extinct volcano,
between tickling bombs of flesh.
He imagined –
that he was evaporating,
from the eyebaths, steadily
for a spiral journey.
By way of fear,
he wanted to break monotony –
sitting upright in a lotus position
to reverse the clock, of hunger, of extreme failures -
choking on words, mixing
continents of hate.
poem by Satish Verma
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Bottom
Lift your head up from the clouds
I know that you're shaking
Breaking down
How could you leave me
Garbage can
Never want to be your understand
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Lord can you help me get this weight off my shoulders
Can you help me I think I'm getting older
The pain that you left me deep within
How can I live living in sin
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
Sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom
How many times I gotta say
That you're never ever gonna get your way
Down in the gutter as I decay
Where you gonna leave me
Let me be
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me understand
And you know that I've tried
Don't you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
[x2]
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
[x2]
Sticks and stones breaking my bones
No your words aren't never gonna hurt me
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now i'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
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Sitting On Top Of The World
Well its been a long day but I dont like to moan
Its the middle of summer and Im chilled to the bone
Theres holes in my shoes where the rain comes in
Im sitting on top of the world
Walking in the shadows of empty office blocks
I was talking to a stranger and hes on the rocks
Down on the pavement living in a box
Im sitting on top of the world
Oh no cant anybody see
Its been a bad day and I want a little peace
Oh no wont you please help me
I want to lie down but theres no beds free
Down on the corner theres starry eyed preachers
Rattling cans and pimping jesus
Theres madmen on boxes makig speeches
Im sitting on top of the world
You cant sit in the sunshine or go out after dark
Theres dogs on the loose acting like sharks
Theres psychos on the streets burning winos in the park
Im sitting on top of the world
Oh no I wish I was gone
I want to get going before too long
Oh no I want to leave town
But I cant drive my car cause they put it in the pound
The masters of industry are killing for oil
Theres poison in the air the water and the soil
Were all turning mutant theyre counting up their spoils
Im sitting on top of the world
I turn on the tv and it makes me want to cry
Theres killing and theres torture theres destruction and theres lies
And our leaders talk rubbish and more people die
Im sitting on top of the world
Oh no I cant take anymore
Im shaking all over and my nerves are all raw
Oh no my heads a little sore
I want to get out but I cant find the door
song performed by by Pogues
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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pity, sympathy,
illwill, backbites,
fear, rage, anger,
envy,
need you utter them?
to the man drunk with his failures
(or even success)
do not, they serve no purpose
but to make pain more serious,
intoxicating
seeping, penetrating pain
grief,
lamentations
just a tap,
a hug,
an embrace, a gentle gaze,
a shake of the hand,
or just sitting beside him
in silence, , , , , , , , ,
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Useless Words That Need Not Be Uttered
pity, sympathy,
illwill, backbites,
fear, rage, anger,
envy,
need you utter them?
to the man drunk with his failures
(or even success)
do not, they serve no purpose
but to make pain more serious,
intoxicating
seeping, penetrating pain
grief,
lamentations
just a tap,
a hug,
an embrace, a gentle gaze,
a shake of the hand,
or just sitting beside him
in silence, , , , , , , , ,
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sitting In The Middle Of It
My heart feels like it's split open wide and bleeding.
As I'm sitting in the middle of it.
Nothing I had lived prepared me for what I had to see.
As I'm,
Sitting in the middle of it.
I do feel guilty.
I am no saint.
I am not trying to hide away,
What it is that I'm feeling.
I do feel guilty.
I am no saint.
I am not trying to hide away,
What it is that I'm feeling.
Sitting in the middle of it...
I am no saint.
I'm not trying to hide away,
What it is that I'm feeling.
Sitting in the middle of it...
I do feel guilty.
But I'll never hide away from you...
My feelings.
Sitting in the middle of it...
I do feel guilty.
But I'll never hide away from you...
My feelings.
Sitting in the middle of it...
I am no saint.
And I'll never hide from you...
My feelings.
And I'll,
Never hide from you...
My feelings.
And I'll,
Never hide from you...
My feelings.
Sitting in the middle of it.
Sitting in the middle of it,
And I'm...
Sitting in the middle of it.
Sitting in the middle of it,
And I'm...
Sitting in the middle of it.
Sitting in the middle of it,
And I'm...
Sitting in the middle of it.
And I'm...
Sitting in the middle of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Th Reality Show
Tell me how to tell you about a flat
robotic voice,
asking for euthanasia,
a rite of passage for ceremony of death.
He said, he preferred lethal injection
to noose. But it should be painless,
and there should be no leakage of pain
on face. Mercy it be.
This was not a stage show.
No mummer was performing.
Sitting in lotus position
inviting the inevitable. Be my destiny,
my end.
A terminal prayer of infant dream,
which could not find words,
worth any weakness.
Going separately on different routes,
meeting accidently at home
two things were quarreling with dark
quietly.
poem by Satish Verma
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Sitting In The Midday Sun
(sung by the tramp)
Im sitting by the side of a river
Underneath the pale blue sky
Ive got no need to worry, Im in no hurry
Im looking at the world go by.
Just sitting in the midday sun,
Just soaking up that currant bun,
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.
Everybody say Im lazy
They all tell me get a job you slob,
Id rather be a hobo walking round with nothing
Than a rich man scared of losing all hes got.
So Im just sitting in the midday sun
Just soaking up that currant bun,
Why should I have to give my reasons
For sitting in the midday sun
Oh look at all the ladies
Looking their best in their summer dresses,
Oh sitting in the sun.
Ive got no home,
Ive got no money
But who needs a job when its sunny. wah wah.
I havent got a steady occupation
And I cant afford a telephone.
I havent got a stereo, radio or video
A mortgage, overdraft, a bank loan.
The only way that I can get my fun
Is by sitting in the midday sun
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.
Oh listen to the people,
Say Im a failure and Ive got nothing,
Ah but if they would only see
Ive got my pride,
Ive got no money,
But who needs a job when its sunny. wah wah.
Everybody thinks Im crazy,
And everybody says Im dumb,
But when I see the people shouting at each other
Id rather be an out of work bum.
So Im just sitting in the midday sun
Just soaking up that currant bun,
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Nobody There
Alone in the dark
I´m sitting here alone in the dark
I´m sad and no one is here to help me
I´m so sad and I want to die
and no one is there to ask me why
Everyone think that I´m ok
but I´m not, I just want to die
I want to die alone in the dark
Far away from everyone I want to die
But I can´t at last I fear
so I´m sitting here
alone in the dark
and cry and no one is there to ask me why
poem by Seiman alias Simone Huber
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Sitting In An Empty House
Sitting in an emtpy house
Waiting for the phone to ring
Sitting in an empty house
Wanting someone to call about anything
Sitting in an house
Just a cat for company
Sitting in an empty house
Will someone please take time for me?
Sitting in an empty house
No one knows I'm so alone
Sitting in an empty house
The pain I feel remains unknown
04/29/06
Waitin On A Dark Eyed Gal
Well the midnight train can come and go without me;
Oh I dont need no taxi back to town.
I think Ill just stay right here in this deep old light,
Was supposed to meet someone here tonight,
Now Im sittin here thinking,
Waiting on a dark-eyed gal.
No, I dont mind the rain; I never even noticed
And I dont feel the cold, it wouldnt matter anyhow,
As a matter of fact I could stay till the break of day,
I dont see as Im in anybodys way;
Im just sittin here thinking,
Waiting on a dark eyed gal.
She said shed meet me at the station,
Dont believe shell keep me waiting very long
Very long.
She never was one to let me know her mind,
So Ill stay right here, just doing my time
Just sitting here thinking,
Waiting on a dark eyed gal.
Yeah, the midnight train has come and gone without me,
I dont need no taxi back to town.
I think Ill just stay right here in this deep old light,
Was supposed to meet someone here tonight;
Now Im sittin here thinking,
Waiting on a dark eyed gal;
Yeah Im just sitting here thinking,
Waiting on a dark-eyed gal.
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Under the Sunset Sky
Sitting under the sunset sky
Laying around I wonder why
You value me so much more
Than any other you’ve met before
Why you feel so safe by me
And no the others that you see
Sitting under the sunset sky
I find comfort and I sigh
Knowing all is well by you
Having peace in all I do
Watching my troubles fall away
Not wanting then back any day
Sitting under the sunset sky
When you’re sad I want to cry
Feeling you’re sorrow, hurt and pain
When it’s done, all for gain
Drawing away from the past
What’s done is done and shouldn’t last
Sitting under the sunset sky
Only thing to do is deny
The comfort found when we’re alone
Feelings around us never shown
If only to live for how we feel
Soon this love would we seal
Sitting under the sunset sky
Longing for you by and by
Can’t get you off my mind
All the reasons trying to find
Thinking so hard never to know
Why you might care for me so
Sitting under the sunset sky
Hoping you won’t chose another guy
To be the one, to live the life
That good men live, without strife
To be with you is my goal
Are you the match for my soul?
Sitting under the sunset sky
To be with you when I die
Would be the best of any dream
Looking around, you see me beam
I’ve found the one out of all
Now it’s done, this task not small
poem by Brian Potthast
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Serene Is The Morning
Sitting in the garden absorbing the sun
Listening to the music filling her ears
Birds chirping, insects buzzing preparing for the day
Her soul travelling
Her heart ablaze
Her face aglow
With unconditional love
Her thoughts of her beloved
Sitting in the morning sun
Smiling to herself
Writing her magical words
The odour of herbs tickling her nose
Her feline rubbing against her calves
Looking up at the beautiful blue sky
Thanking her Lord, 'how blessed am I! '
poem by Persian Khushi
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Poetry
These words are not porcelain
Nor are they sculpted from a certain glass
Nor do they shine even after the hour is passed
But they break like flesh and bone
They are a metaphor
For china
For fragile things
And underneath lies the poetry
Beneath the skin
It lives and breathes
Some senses burn hot
Some passion dry cold
But beneath the tempest
Lies the still hour glass
Of all thats told
And these words are the flesh and the bone
The lines in your head
The shadow in the photograph
The stories you have lived
For who can read you, after words?
Who can know the journey you have taken?
Or understand such imprints in the sand?
And yet they the live and leave their sign
In the body of one life
yvette smith feb 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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When Nobody Is There
Alone in the dark
I´m sitting here alone in the dark
I´m sad and no one is here to help me
I´m so sad and I want to die
and no one is there to ask me why
Everyone think that I´m ok
but I´m not, I just want to die
I want to die alone in the dark
Far away from everyone I want to die
But I can´t at last I fear
so I´m sitting here
alone in the dark
and cry and no one is there to ask me why
poem by Simone Huber
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Break Me Shake Me
I never thought I'd change my
opinion again
But you moved me in a way that I've
never known
You moved me in a way that I've
never known
But straight away you just moved
into position again
You abused me in a way that I've
never known
You abused me in a way that I've
never known
[chorus:]
So break me shake me hate me
take me over
When the madness stops then you
will be alone
Just break me shake me hate me
take me over
When the madness stops then you
will be alone
So you're the kind who deals with the
games in the mind
Well you confuse me in a way that
I've never known
You confuse me in a way that I've
never known
[chorus]
She says
song performed by by Savage Garden from Savage Garden
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The Clock Keeps Ticking
I want alone to be
I want to drown in lonely sea
But the clock keeps ticking
I want to stop
I want to forever halt
But the clock keeps beating
I want to run
I want far away from land
But the clock keeps pursuing
I want to hide
I no more want to think of fight
But the clock keeps shouting
I want to rest
I want in dream hibernate
But the clock keeps breaking
I want to sing
I want to strengthen the spring
But the clock keeps shaking
I want to only follow
I no longer want to know
But the clock keeps pumping
I want to hurt
I don’t care if I should hate
But the clock keeps moving
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Nobody Dies Of Hunger
i have not heard
of someone
die of hunger, man always knows how to live
not by bread alone
he also knows how to steal a loaf of bread
and there is no more
prison term for
a loaf so to speak
for society knows
the worth of a loaf and
judges know
the justifications for
hunger,
rice, fish, bread, water,
morsels,
dog food, all these, satisfy hunger
but really
i think more have died not of hunger
but of fear
and yes, i agree with you
loneliness also kills
so which is which
that kills you
the fear of being
alone
and being alone and
lonely
strictly speaking, fear and loneliness
are two distinct
feelings, one is still to come
and by
a very long distance
it hits you right
in the head
and then
you fall like you were executed by nobody, no one,
except
by an empty space,
a false bullet shot by this badge of fraud,
extreme loneliness
the murderer again
whose name
is no one but yourself
what a pity!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jack & Jill
Fear not,
your passion,
your ridges,
your incomparable pain.
Fear not,
your desire,
nor hunger,
and un applauded gains.
Fear
the emptiness,
the platitude,
the endless monotony,
of your suburban life.
Fear the ineptitude,
that defines you,
the lack of passion,
that blinds you.
For when you die,
you will not have lived,
but rather
floated,
listless
and pale.
poem by Shivangi Chaturvedi
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Gone
Everything of the past is a memory gone
Remembering my past will only be a sign of weakness
Now life is so cruel, that the past has left no meaning
I am very alone and that is how I have to live my future life.
Anything which reminds me of my past, is to be stayed away from
That is the best and the only way to survive.
If I said I still do love you
Then it would be a big lie now
Since, now the love which I had for you has actually turned into hate
Earlier I loved you a lot and very truly
Now I do not love you
As a matter of fact, the hate is so much that the pain of the past is like a volcano
Which will just blast, if I ever again came close to you
Stay away my past, you are my memory, which is gone.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Monica...
do not adore me,
i am not one of those gods
of your past
or your present, i do not exist in the future
there is none for us
or for me
for i am destined to simply be
a soap bubble
early morning being played
by a reckless
kid
in our place,
i admit i write
because i have only a very short hour left
to cherish
i know what is there three meters away from where we are sitting,
it is the longest stretch that i can make
do not ask
do not take this as a puzzle for you to solve
time unlocks the door and the answer comes out
like a light bulb that you switch on in the dark
if you only know what i am seeing
when i write these lines
you will never like me ever
ever in the last hours of your life
i am seeing myself
in these flashes of films
and you shall not believe
how you can hate me later on
because you think that
you understand me
completely
monica i am never myself
even once
in that ticking clock
i am not a hidden treasure
that you can share with anybody
when you finally find me
in one of those nooks
unlighted
i can only think of one option for you
and this was the same thing
that i did
when i found the one that i truly love
i keep my mouth shut
not because i never loved anymore
anyone
but because i was never loved
by what i really loved
because there is no point of co-mixing
where water
and oil meet.
i shared you once
the story written by Sartre
and i will repeat it
Monica, there is really
NO EXIT.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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