On The Jagged Stones
Leaving the faint traces,
of some diluted thoughts
You empty yourself completely.
Poverty and shame without an arithmetic,
is the poetry of life.
Using the body instead of words.
Always needing currency,
to open the doors of clarity.
Naked without skin,
we survive on crumbs of charity.
Lending our organs to develop,
an order of mortality.
I refuse to taste the bitterness,
preserve my sanctity,
go for another version of god,
thinking, how to think.
For the inward freedom,
I forsake safety pins,
walking, bleeding on the jagged stones.
Pain of realization is deeper,
than the hurt.
Cry silently in the veins
pure resistance will not work now.
I will try the fiction path.
poem by Satish Verma
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Work That Body Rap Song = 2012
Drive my car wear my jewels
Make me feel like the king of fools.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
David loved Bathsheba, Samson loved Delilah
I love you and your name is Twyla.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
Life without love is empty and cruel
Without God's grace I remain a fool.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
After death I pray to go to Heaven
For I've been saved since I was eleven.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
Life can be short, life can be long
God sees all we do right or wrong.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
Spade
The beauty spot was borrowed
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard
Burn your empty rain down on me
Whisper your deathbeat so softly
We bend our knees at the alter of my ego
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
All my lilies' mouths are open, like they're begging for dope and hoping
their bitter petal chant, "we can kick, you wont be back"
Im a diamond that is tired, of all the faces i've aquired, we must secure the shadow ere the substance fades
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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Greed Counts Currency
Greed counts currency
While sheer Poverty cries,
With mocking mirth and glee
And a twinkling of the eye.
Greed counts currency
While a Nation slowly dies
Calloused Shame is empty
As Fear closed Freedom's eyes.
Greed counts currency
As in Anger a people cry
The Lust for Power may see
Them give Revolution a try.
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December 2 2009
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Poetry To Me
What is poetry to me- it is words of beauty-words of life
Words of love, pain and sacrifice.
Words of showing and growing and needing and feeding
Words of hope and despairs, wanting and cares.
Poetry takes you into the minds of mankind
From days of old to the present time.
Poetry takes you on trips that you've never been before
And opens up every door.
Poetry becomes a longing, a want, a desire, a need
On which your mind must feed.
It becomes a life within itself
And takes you to the heavens and down to hell.
Poetry becomes a flaming desire
And only writing can put out this fire.
I call it my passion while others say it's my obsession
Yet! No matter what they may think or say
Poetry is here to stay.
So many different types of poetry
For the different minds 'you see'.
You will always find one that will give you meaning
From a loving heart to one that's bleeding.
Jump on the bandwagon and take a hold
For with poetry ' life unfolds'.
poem by Louis Rams
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Through my shattered eyes
I hear the deathly silence.
I can just but taste the tears.
The echos of blame and guilt.
Will huant my years.
As it feels my soul.
I know the shame.
I no the fear and pain.
I hear my clothes tear as he rips.
I see them fall to the floor.
I feel his hot yucky breath.
As he pins me down.
I feel the stabing pain as he rapes me.
I feel his vile touch.
Upon my pure naked skin.
As I try to push him off.
But still he enters in.
So now I see the world through different eyes.
As he lays there on top of me.
a big and huge part of me dies.
And I feel his touch upon me again
Though I ask him to stop.
And beg like a dog.
he takes me again.
He leaves me there a sobbing mess.
In tatters not knowing what to do.
Go home he shouts I've had my fun.
Run as fast as I can.
But for how long?
I taste the tears as he rapes me again.
My innocence he had slain.
The tears I cry are of the shame.
As I realise things will never be the same.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Prince Of Darkness
Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you but I better not
touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses
tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too
much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips
are venomous poison
You're poison running through my
veins
You're poison, I don't want to
break these chains
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I hear you calling and it's needles
and pins (And pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you
screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but
You're under my skin (Deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips
are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna
break these chains
Poison
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you but I better not
touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses
tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too
much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips
are venomous poison
You're poison running through my
veins
You're poison, I don't wanna
break these chains
Poison
I want to love you but I better not
touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses
tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too
much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips
are venomous poison, yeah
I don't want to break these chains
Poison, oh no
Runnin' deep inside my veins,
Burnin' deep inside my veins
It's poison
I dont't wanna break these chains
Poison
-aca
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Work That Body
Drive my car wear my jewels
Make me feel like the king of fools.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
David loved Bathsheba, Samson loved Delilah
I love you and your name is Twyla.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
Life without love is empty and cruel
Without God's grace I remain a fool.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
After death I pray to go to Heaven
For I've been saved since I was eleven.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
Life can be short, life can be long
God sees all we do right or wrong.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
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On Some Departures
everyone is a moving particle
when someone in the household says
that he is leaving
i do not ask where and why
i ask when
because the next thing that i am concerned with
is how to find
someone to substitute the vacuum that
is left
no one is indispensable
leaving is a matter that i understand
and i am not hurt
even slightly
i welcome it
as a form of a pain rehearsal
after which
depending on the number
the sourness or the bitterness of the taste
in my tongue
i may finally say, well, this is it, this is pain,
it does not hurt anymore
and i tell myself
congratulations you have reached beyond
the threshold of routine disposal
this is my house and my home
i promised myself that i am not leaving
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My skin is screaming
My skin is screaming.
Screaming loud and clear.
My body and mind now joins the screams.
Needing and wanting the pain.
Needing the pain so I can feel.
Wanting the pain to drive out the inner pain.
so without a second thought I cut and cut again.
The scars lokk a mess.
But the scars, they telll a story.
They tell the story of a life with no glory.
The life filled with missery.
This is why skin screams.
Just to cut out the memories and the hell.
Of past events.
My skin mind and body needs the pain
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Unhappy, Miserable Ones...
they say
a full stomach cannot make the brain
think,
they say too much thinking can be dangerous
for the mind
is one labyrinth that does not stop
the exit is hidden
and all you meet are walls
within walls
they say
in this world there are so many unhappy people
some for a lot of reason
a loved one taken so early
a home that breaks
a love that is wasted
hearts bleeding stabbed by the cruel dagger
of the playful
there are those who say
some people grieve over nothing and this is the saddest part of all
when reason is shattered
when that naked body runs away
a mad man
they say there are those who lie and kill and rob
in order to survive
they say there are people without conscience anymore
too many of them
i agree
completely. We have been included in what they have said.
And i can be one
among the rest....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poison
Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you but I better not
Touch (dont touch)
I want to hold you but my senses
Tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too
Much (too much)
I want to taste you but your lips
Are venomous poison
Youre poison running through my
Veins
Youre poison, I dont want to
Break these chains
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, Im caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I hear you calling and its needles
And pins (and pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you
Screaming my name
Dont want to touch you but
Youre under my skin (deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips
Are venomous poison
Youre poison running through my veins
Youre poison, I dont wanna
Break these chains
Poison
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you but I better not
Touch (dont touch)
I want to hold you but my senses
Tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too
Much (too much)
I want to taste you but your lips
Are venomous poison
Youre poison running through my
Veins
Youre poison, I dont wanna
Break these chains
Poison
I want to love you but I better not
Touch (dont touch)
I want to hold you but my senses
Tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too
Much (too much)
I want to taste you but your lips
Are venomous poison, yeah
I dont want to break these chains
Poison, oh no
Runnin deep inside my veins,
Burnin deep inside my veins
Its poison
I dontt wanna break these chains
Poison
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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The Sublime
I stay awake in empty darkness
Thinking thoughts that shape me so
A recompense of all the harshness
That my life has come to know
The sanctity of dreams and worry
Weigh me down and cloud my soul
The thoughts across my mind they scurry
Looking for their lifelong goal
Seldom as I lie there thinking
Could such actions ever find
Doomed as sure the ship thats sinking
Playing stories in my mind.
I have no answer to this haunting
Safe but sure I can survive
Though life itself alone is daunting
Thoughts may keep my dreams alive.
Let the darkness sooth your senses
Take its presence by the hand
While building bridges not just fences
Drifting to your promised land...
poem by Dave James
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Wake Up
You like snow but only if it's warm
You like rain but only if it's dry
No sentimental value to the rose that fell on your floor
No fundamental excuse for the granted I'm taken for
'Cause it's easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you
You like pain but only if it doesn't hurt too much
And you sit...and you wait...to receive
There's an abvious attraction
To the path of least resistance in your life
There's an obvious aversion no amount of my insistance
Could make you try tonight
'Cause it's easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you
To you to you to you to you to you...
There's no love no money no thrill anymore
There's an apprehensive naked little trembling boy
With his head in his hands
There's an underestimated and impatient little girl
Raising her hand
But it's easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you
To you
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Jagged Little Pill
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Pain and Hurt
born in to pain and hurt
growing in pain and hurt
living in pain and hurt
sleeping in pain and hurt
waking in pain and hurt
cuting in pain and hurt
bleeding in pain and hurt
crying in pain and hurt
i know nothing other then pain and hurt
i use drugs to end the pain and hurt
but all i get is pain and hurt
is there nothing other then pain and hurt
in this painful and hurtful world?
poem by Anna Sprague
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Immortal verses
They all refuse when I tell
the sky, hills, oceans and
trees it is you for your ‘will ‘
you take the responsibility
of my poetry to carry from the
top to the bottom of abyss to
the heart of stones and promise
to preserve it pure till the sun dies
yet when the wind of your whims
blows you want to edit, pardon me,
please, I did dropp the pen in the
water of ocean..
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Pain Flows
my pain flows with my blood
it flows to my heart
it flows to my mind
my pain floods my body with hurt
its traped in side, not way out
i grab my knife and open my skin
lettin out my pain
with every cut i feel my pain leavin me
i sigh with every slit
cuttin till all of my pain is gone
but with every day more pain i get
my pain floods my body with hurt
tryin to get out
waitin till that knife slides acorss my skin
Fog
Groping.
It's day.
But it's night.
I'm on the floor.
My body aches.
Not really.
It's my heart that's broken.
And my mind that's split.
Why am I alone? .
Why am I here? .
It's brightly dark.
I feel it.
Can almost grasp it.
The darkness quietly growing inside of me.
The strange one on the corner frightens me.
But I like him.
'Do it', he says.
'Just do it'.
I drink from the floor.
I'm dead thirsty.
It's been a journey.
Where's everyone? .
Where did everyone go? .
Where are my friends? .
Where am I? .
Where is God? .
Hate broods.
Bitterness rages.
Hurt screeeeaaaams!
It hurts.
Everywhere hurts.
It's been a journey.
I remember vaguely.
Love was all I wanted.
And yeah, happiness.
How did I get here.
I feel wet.
Not from the water on the floor but from within.
I stand.
I look down.
My chest's open.
I'm bleeding.
My heart's not beating.
It's bleeding.
I scrrreeeeeeaaaaammm 'heaven save me! '.
I remember.
I've cried out like this before.
No answer.
Here i am, still.
I'm stuck.
The second hand won't move.
I'm breathing.
I'm dead.
My whole life flashes before me.
Oh, the mistakes i've made.
The things I've done.
The failure I've known.
Rain's falling.
A dropp hits me.
I taste it.
It's tears.
My tears.
I've cried a thousand times.
It pours.
I'm soaked.
But numb.
I feel nothing anymore.
I care about nothing.
Life's been unfair.
Life's unfair.
I look.
Can't see.
I hear: 'Do it'.
The strange one waits for me.
I see death.
Hands stretched out he says 'take my hands'.
I look up.
Nothing.
I look down.
Tears and filth.
I sit down.
I take a corner.
I wait.
What am I waiting for?
Why am I sitting?
I should move.
My feet's numb.
My body's like lead.
My arm's around my legs.
My cheek on my knee.
I refuse to do it.
I won't take his hands.
I wait silently.
Maybe one day, this day will pass.
One day just one day He'll remember me.
And that day I'll be saved.
If not?
Let fate be.
Que sera sera.
For what will be will be...
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Regretful Times
the doors open into the room a fulfilled life and a lot to regret for the
summers rays and winters cold and not regretful
i will not survive sombody will save me
the damaged style and damaged skin is peeling off and burning within the
tearful eyes and drowning frowns soon collides and now it meets its destination
i will not survive somebody save me
the passion times theres not many through im down on luck and theres too many
to remember the brocken dreams and broken thoughts my heads up high and i wont survive
i will not survive somebody save me
song performed by by Crossbreed from Synthetic Division
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The World's Fear
”Pain is fear leaving your body”
That is what the navy tells people
So if that’s true then the
Human race is afraid of getting hurt
If we were to be protected all our life’s
And never get hurt then would
Be afraid of nothing right
I don’t think so
We would be afraid of the unknown
The unknown would be everything
It would be in everything
We would have done nothing
Tried nothing
Stood up for nothing
‘Cause there is always that little chance
That something might go wrong
Or someone might not agree with us
We would do nothing
Be nothing
Have nothing
Succeed in nothing
People get hurt all the time it’s a completely natural part of life
We get hurt then we pick our self’s up and keep on going
So really we are afraid of being afraid of getting hurt
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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In Poetry There Is No Poverty
there is no poverty in poetry: it is a rich world
of flowers
and magic, of images that imaginations create
a warm sun
the deep blue sea, some mysteries of words
that come
and seemingly carry with them a bountry of meanings
liberation, oblation, jubilation
expression
birds coming out from our mouths
butterflies from our
stomachs
fireworks from our minds
in multicolors
to the darkest skies
of this earth
where can poverty
be
in a world of freedom: to say what you want to say
to think what you want to think
to dream
to imagine
to find meanings where others think there are none?
the secret garden
a path
a gate
a hiding place for all of us who still believe
about life
and aftelife and life after life
temporary deaths
and temporary losses
a jump a leap to the world beyond us
to eternity
we are meant
this i think is poetry and surely
there can never be
poverty
poem by Ayi Escalona
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