Spiral Descent
Where the laughter ends,
sorrow makes an entry.
The black cloud drifts towards you,
a gift of unknown to nameless.
The sacred bond of blissful ignorance.
I remember that I am still alive today,
my friends are gone.
I see a light on the hill.
So beautiful in its death,
a song lies on my lips
I face the world
with a wound in my eyes.
Space of many years
between me & my defeat.
Time has not come for farewell.
Cannot afford the luxury
of breaking down & then disintegrate.
Alone I watch you in fascination,
the slow spiral descent.
My watch stops again & again.
Suddenly I start speaking the truth
about the deception & the lacerating wounds.
There is a longing for a frozen moon
and a melody melting in the air.
poem by Satish Verma
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Ode To Boy
When he moves I watch him from behind
He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes
Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips
And when he drives I love to watch his hand
White and smooth almost feminine, almost american, I have to watch him.
(chorus)
In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth
He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot
And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue
I saw him searching into you and ached a while
I watch his lips caress the glass,
His fingers stroke its stem and pass
To lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes
From a shadow by the stair
I watch as he weeps unaware
That Im in awe of his despair, but I am there
(chorus repeat)
song performed by by Yaz
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Ode To Boy
When he moves I watch him from behind
He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes
Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips
And when he drives I love to watch his hand
White and smooth almost feminine, almost american, I have to watch him.
(chorus)
In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth
He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot
And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue
I saw him searching into you and ached a while
I watch his lips caress the glass,
His fingers stroke its stem and pass
To lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes
From a shadow by the stair
I watch as he weeps unaware
That Im in awe of his despair, but I am there
(chorus repeat)
song performed by by Yaz
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fire
I'm a little girl as if a flower
My friends death
They gave me black sepals
I'm alone here, lonely
Seems like the sun had burned my way
The black cloud had tearing my body asunder
The thunderclap had trusted me from this world
The rainbow had been my death row pardon
The melody had sung around me
I realised what is in my ears are the jokes on me
I had flown with the black wings on my back to the purple sky
I realised what is in my mind are the blames on me
Your words hot as fire
My heart burned
Your attitude cold as ice
My heart frozen over
What makes you cool?
What makes you popular?
What makes you beautiful?
Just bullying in your head, arrogant
Will you care?
You, will let me alone
Will anybody care?
They, will coming to me
Finally,
Your words in my ears will be back to you
Your attitude in my mind will trusting you
You lost it all
poem by Taylor Downs
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Lines written in the Belief that the Ancient Roman Festival of the Dead was called Ambarvalia
Swings the way still by hollow and hill,
And all the world's a song;
'She's far,' it sings me, 'but fair,' it rings me,
'Quiet,' it laughs, 'and strong!'
Oh! spite of the miles and years between us,
Spite of your chosen part,
I do remember; and I go
With laughter in my heart.
So above the little folk that know not,
Out of the white hill-town,
High up I clamber; and I remember;
And watch the day go down.
Gold is my heart, and the world's golden,
And one peak tipped with light;
And the air lies still about the hill
With the first fear of night;
Till mystery down the soundless valley
Thunders, and dark is here;
And the wind blows, and the light goes,
And the night is full of fear,
And I know, one night, on some far height,
In the tongue I never knew,
I yet shall hear the tidings clear
From them that were friends of you.
They'll call the news from hill to hill,
Dark and uncomforted,
Earth and sky and the winds; and I
Shall know that you are dead.
I shall not hear your trentals,
Nor eat your arval bread;
For the kin of you will surely do
Their duty by the dead.
Their little dull greasy eyes will water;
They'll paw you, and gulp afresh.
They'll sniffle and weep, and their thoughts will creep
Like flies on the cold flesh.
They will put pence on your grey eyes,
Bind up your fallen chin,
And lay you straight, the fools that loved you
Because they were your kin.
They will praise all the bad about you,
And hush the good away,
And wonder how they'll do without you,
And then they'll go away.
But quieter than one sleeping,
And stranger than of old,
You will not stir for weeping,
You will not mind the cold;
But through the night the lips will laugh not,
The hands will be in place,
And at length the hair be lying still
About the quiet face.
With snuffle and sniff and handkerchief,
And dim and decorous mirth,
With ham and sherry, they'll meet to bury
The lordliest lass of earth.
The little dead hearts will tramp ungrieving
Behind lone-riding you,
The heart so high, the heart so living,
Heart that they never knew.
I shall not hear your trentals,
Nor eat your arval bread,
Nor with smug breath tell lies of death
To the unanswering dead.
With snuffle and sniff and handkerchief,
The folk who loved you not
Will bury you, and go wondering
Back home. And you will rot.
But laughing and half-way up to heaven,
With wind and hill and star,
I yet shall keep, before I sleep,
Your Ambarvalia.
poem by Rupert Brooke
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The Medication Is Wearing Off
See this watch she gave me?
Well it still ticks away
The days Im climbing back for me
The medications wearing off
Gonna hurt not a little, a lot
Keep on tickin youre not lickin me
Step on a crack break your mothers heart
Red light green light black
Suicide e-mail do not delete
Plug it back in the jack
Start to be what they want you to be
And you see yourself as they see you
Sunsrise at the corner of
Sunset and alvarado
I think what the hell do I do now
Watch the day disintegrate
So I can stay up late and wait
See this watch she gave me?
Well it still ticks away
song performed by by Eels
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Beautiful
200 miles per hour
That's how fast I seem to go
With the weight of the world on my
shoulders
Slow down. come and catch us all
WAIT!
Slow Down!
Take!
Slow Down!
Why can't you help me?
Slow Down!
Feel
When I'm in doubt
I need something beautiful
To fill the space we've taken up
I need something to feel real
Again before I go numb
Downward spiral. a kaleidoscope view
Is what you're seeing saying so jaded
The picture I drew
Come again. Come Again. Come Again!
Wait!
Take!
Wait!
Why can't you help me?
Wait!
Take!
Wait!
Take!
Feel when I'm in doubt
Feel when I'm in doubt
I need something beautiful
To fill the space we've taken up
I need something to feel real
Again before I go numb
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
I'm alive
When I'm in doubt
I'm alive
song performed by by Sevendust from Animosity
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Choriambics I
Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring
Light-foot dance in the woods, whisper of life, woo me to wayfaring;
Ah! not now should you come, now when the road beckons,
and good friends call,
Where are songs to be sung, fights to be fought, yea! and the best of all,
Love, on myriad lips fairer than yours, kisses you could not give! . . .
Dearest, why should I mourn, whimper, and whine, I that have yet to live?
Sorrow will I forget, tears for the best, love on the lips of you,
Now, when dawn in the blood wakes, and the sun laughs up the eastern blue;
I'll forget and be glad!
Only at length, dear, when the great day ends,
When love dies with the last light, and the last song has been sung,
and friends
All are perished, and gloom strides on the heaven: then, as alone I lie,
'Mid Death's gathering winds, frightened and dumb, sick for the past, may I
Feel you suddenly there, cool at my brow; then may I hear the peace
Of your voice at the last, whispering love, calling, ere all can cease
In the silence of death; then may I see dimly, and know, a space,
Bending over me, last light in the dark, once, as of old, your face.
poem by Rupert Brooke
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Choriambics-I.
Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring
Light-foot dance in the woods, whisper of life, woo me to wayfaring;
Ah! not now should you come, now when the road beckons,and good friends call,
Where are songs to be sung, fights to be fought, yea! and the best of all,
Love, on myriad lips fairer than yours, kisses you could not give! . . .
Dearest, why should I mourn, whimper, and whine, I that have yet to live?
Sorrow will I forget, tears for the best, love on the lips of you,
Now, when dawn in the blood wakes, and the sun laughs up the eastern blue;
I'll forget and be glad!
Only at length, dear, when the great day ends,
When love dies with the last light, and the last song has been sung, and friends
All are perished, and gloom strides on the heaven: then, as alone I lie,
'Mid Death's gathering winds, frightened and dumb, sick for the past, may I
Feel you suddenly there, cool at my brow; then may I hear the peace
Of your voice at the last, whispering love, calling, ere all can cease
In the silence of death; then may I see dimly, and know, a space,
Bending over me, last light in the dark, once, as of old, your face.
poem by Rupert Brooke (1908)
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Farwell and goodnight
The time is here.
The time has come and gone.
For me to bid farewell and goodnight to the world.
My life is over and done.
I dont wish to live any more.
Farewell to the people who cared.
Goodnight world friends and family.
To those who made me do it,
You best watch out.
Cos I'm gonna huant you from above.
I accepted defeat.
My fate was already planned.
On the day I took the pills.
Imdied this very day
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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A Laugh -- And A Moan
The brook that down the valley
So musically drips,
Flowed never half so brightly
As the light laugh from her lips.
Her face was like the lily,
Her heart was like the rose,
Her eyes were like a heaven
Where the sunlight always glows.
She trod the earth so lightly
Her feet touched not a thorn;
Her words wore all the brightness
Of a young life's happy morn.
Along her laughter rippled
The melody of joy;
She drank from every chalice,
And tasted no alloy.
Her life was all a laughter,
Her days were all a smile,
Her heart was pure and happy,
She knew not gloom nor guile.
She rested on the bosom
Of her mother, like a flower
That blooms far in a valley
Where no storm-clouds ever lower.
And -- 'Merry, merry, merry!'
Rang the bells of every hour,
And -- 'Happy, happy, happy!'
In her valley laughed the flower.
There was not a sign of shadow,
There was not a tear nor thorn,
And the sweet voice of her laughter
Filled with melody the morn.
* * * * *
Years passed -- 'twas long, long after,
And I saw a face at prayer;
There was not a sign of laughter,
There was every sign of care.
For the sunshine all had faded
From the valley and the flower,
And the once fair face was shaded
In life's lonely evening hour.
And the lips that smiled with laughter
In the valley of the morn,
In the valley of the evening
They were pale and sorrow-worn.
And I read the old, old lesson
In her face and in her tears,
While she sighed amid the shadows
Of the sunset of her years.
All the rippling streams of laughter
From our hearts and lips that flow,
Shall be frozen, cold years after,
Into icicles of woe.
poem by Abram Joseph Ryan
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Home Truth
I hung up the phone tonight
Just as you said I love you
Once this would have been coincidence
Now these things start to bother me
You still close your eyes when I kiss you
And I close mine too
But we didnt open them again
Quite as wide as we should
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
Does your touch feel the same as it should do
Or is it someone quite similar
Who killed me with kindness last night
Now do I look at all familiar?
But none of these things seem to matter
Since weve grown apart
Id put back the pieces of whats shattered
But I dont know where to start
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
And I feel like a clown
Its tearing me up
Its tearing me down
You say which are the lies that you tell me
Well where do I begin?
So I turn on the tv again
And the world comes crashing in
Is it my shirt or my toothpaste
That is whiter than white?
Is it the lies that I tell you
Or the lies that I might?
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
Chorus
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Im Alive
Im alive - and the world shines for me today
Im alive - suddenly I am here today
Seems like forever (and a day), thought I could never (feel this way)
Is this really me? Im alive, Im alive
Im alive - and the dawn breaks across the sky
Im alive - and the sun rises up so high
Lost in another world (far away), never another word (till today)
But what can I say? Im alive, Im alive, Im alive
(instrumental break)
Suddenly came the dawn (from the night), suddenly I was born (into light)
How can it be real? Im alive, Im alive, Im alive
Im alive - and the world shines for me today
Im alive - suddenly I am here today
Seems like forever (and a day), thought I could never (feel this way)
Is this really me? Im alive, Im alive, Im alive
(instrumental break)
Im alive, Im alive, Im alive, Im alive
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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A Handful Of Victories
Where death
and exotica meet,
life stands naked
in midst of our sacred hymns,
Shadow fighting is not actuality.
An essay on truth fades.
Someday I will pull down the curtain.
At the end of the road, death waits,
apologizing for coming unannounced.
A white cloud drifts in our arms.
The deep sorrow walks with us
and the empty home,
now belongs to moonlight.
In nothingness our achievement claims.
A handful of victories,
tossing here and there.
The empty words transport
the dark lies.
The truth lies bleeding,
and we flee,
from our predictions.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Scarecrow
Unblinking eyes always watching, always searching, never seeing,
Stoic man of straw guards the crops, never jumps and never hops,
Black birds of opportunity seek to doom this friendly community,
Menace of flight prey on corn, the village without will forever mourn,
Absent of straw they would all die, if not for this man who never lies,
He cannot fly, he cannot speak, without his presence the crows havoc would wreak,
His job is thankless, he is not paid, without jest he is portrayed,
He will not quit, he will not sway, the flying apparitions will lose this day,
Though he cannot speak or ever murmur, he watches as the crow gather, ready to murder,
Man of straw ready to fight, every day and every night, he fights for life,
He braces for the end and thinks of his friends,
The black cloud of death draws ever near and the scarecrow never shows fear,
All moments of carnage and chaos must come to an end, even if the Strawman must die for his friends,
For his death he is always ready, blood never pumping, for he's brain-dead already,
To be alive is not bleeding nor breathing, but living with a meaning,
The Strawman's will is strong and true, he will stand tall no matter what they do,
His friends in danger and doomed to die, more time is all he can buy,
Masks of fright they all wear, a fight to the death is never fair, masks of death everywhere,
As death from above comes ever near, all he can do is watch them with a smile and a sneer,
If time for his friends is all he can buy, then today is a good day to die.
poem by Ruik Caldorn
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Always Remember Me
When the trees have gone
and the streams have sang heir last song
Remember me
As the rain falls through the neverending night
and the wolf calls for the gift of dawn
Remember me
When the flowers bloom their heads lift high
and the moon rises like a phantom in the sky
Remember me
When the stars shine bright
and sadness strikes you with all its might
Remember me
When all hope has vanished
and joy has been banished
Remember me
As life takes its last breath
and death plagues the world
Remember me
As love is spirited away
and anger and sadness are to blame
Remember me
When memories are the only path left to walk
and the past becomes the present
Remember me
When the cry of freedom is silenced
and the winds laughter rings no more
Remember me
As lovers meet for the last time
and friends must say goodbye forever
Remember me
As the seas groan with the memories of war
and the willows whisper on the shores of sorrow
Remember me
When the earth is bowed in despair
and dreams lie broken in your heart
Remember me
When eternity is only one day more
and all that was is no more
Always remember
For I'll be with you in your memories
Always watching over you
poem by Holly Morgan
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Of delicate poems
These poems speak their minds
Be it grief
Be it bliss
But what matters most is that these poems
Have minds of their own
And they do not just listen, and absorb
Or absurd, but what matters most of all
I repeat
For emphasis
For you who like to see
The stone saints along the pedestal
Remembered as you say
By the ravages of the times,
Is that
These poems have minds of their own
And they have mouths that speak,
So delicately, that they have threads
Like tendrils that entwine
A fence
Like it is making love and you watch
It with contempt
But as I see your face
You watch it with envy,
Really, these delicate poems, now speaking
More of grief
Of lamentations
Like a woman veiled and wailing then singing
The most beautiful song of the lost,
Her husband dead
One of the time’s war’s casualties
A grief in a song
And you shall hear it, a grief in a song,
Reverberating through the winds of change
Inside your ear
There are no ballads, or odes to your
West wind
There are none, for in truth, in this world
The ballads are outdated
Run over by the grief of the many
Some even still untold
Waiting to unfold
And you are there, how insensitive!
Telling them to have a grip of something else
Why not walk your dachshund?
And watch it pee beside a tree and
There you watch with so much glee!
poem by Antonio Liao
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Like A California King
i see you have made yourself
a brand new life
such a cool blue star
with a bright new shine
i see you wear your checkered past
just like a shining suit of gold
i know you think you look so special
i am told you have found yourself
a brand new time
watch the world stand still
as the years go by
i know you think you are new and different
but it makes no sense to me
there is nothing new about you
just another self-made man
there is nothing new that i can see
enjoy it while you can
i know you think you look so special
what makes you think you are so special?
what makes you think you are unique?
i see you smile and i get angry
as i watch you go colossal
like a california king
i hear you gave the world a brand new voice
such a happy melody with a new wave whine
yeah i see you hide behind your own noise
i think i've seen enough
i will find you in the crowded room
i will knock you off your feet
i will burn you just like teenage love
i will eat you just like meat
i will break you into pieces
hold you up for all the world to see
what makes you think
you are better than me?
what makes you think you are better?
what makes you think you are complete?
what makes you think
you are the only one
immune to falling down?
why can't you see?
i see you fall and i get happy
i will watch you burn like fire
i will watch you burn
like a california king
i will watch you burn
like a california king
song performed by by Everclear
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Song About The Moon
If you want to write a song about the moon
Walk along the craters of the afternoon
When the shadows are deep
And the light is alien
And gravity leaps like a knife off the pavement
And you want to write a song about the moon
You want to write a spiritual tune
Then nah nah nah
Presto
Song about about the moon
If you want to write a song about the heart
Think about the moon before you start
Because the heart will howl
Like a dog in the moonlight
And the heart can explode
Like a pistol on a june night
So if you want to write a song about the heart
And its ever-longing for a counterpart
Write a song about the moon
The laughing boy
He laughed so hard
He fell down from his place
The laughing girl
She laughed so hard
The tears rolled down her face
Hey songwriter
If you want to write a song about
A face
Think about a photograph
That you really cant remember
But you cant erase
Wash your hands in dreams and lightning
Cut off your hair
And whatever is frightening
If you want to write a song
About a face
If you want to write a song about
The human race
Write a song about the moon
If you want to write a song about the moon
You want to write a spiritual tune
Then do it
Write a song about the moon
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Slake
For sane closure of what was and never is-
and was still is; — though is never was… it—
dark fire black light blissful remorse sorrow's delight
black fire darkened light blissful sorrow remorseful plight
clever anguish, smart your sting, sorrows left though more you bring
leave my stay and march your dirge, happy lies be blissful purge
trustful boast that is it— is what wasn't was— as it is never as was—is
doubtful dream is what it is—what was wasn't, though is can be
poem by Christine Errett
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The Last Time I Saw Her
The last time I saw her face, her eyes were bathed in starlight and her hair hung long
The last time she spoke to me, her lips were like the scented flowers inside a rain-drenched forest
But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel the way I felt before
And if time could heal the wounds, I would tear the threads away that I might bleed some more
The last time I walked with her
Her laughter was the steeple bells
That ring to greet the morning sun
A voice that called to everyone
To love the ground she walked upon
Those were good day
The last time I held her hand, her touch was autumn, spring and summer, and winter too
The last time I let go of her, she walked a way into the night
I lost her in the misty streets, a thousand months, a thousand miles
When other lips will kiss her eyes
A million miles beyond the moon, thats where she is
But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel the way I felt before
And if time could heal the wounds, I would tear the threads away that I might bleed some more
The last time I saw her face, her eyes were bathed in starlight and she walked alone
The last time she kissed my cheek
Her lips were like the wilted leaves
Upon the autumn covered hills
Resting on the frozen ground
The seeds of love lie cold and still
Beneath a battered marking stone
It lies forgotten
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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