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You And Everybody

Again you made friends, words
wanted to leave the paper blank
for the parched lips,
crying eyes,
trembling hands.

Missing stanzas,
flowing river,
rootless floats.
You did not feel like-
time filled you every minute,
you were empty, poor.

When you read the end
you understood beginning.
Will to die was not sufficient
you had not completed the script.
Alone in crowd you wanted words
to commit suicide.

Democracy was a funny name.
Everybody was sad, except the lead
who did not know where to go.

One day you found your voice
and were surprised
you were everybody
when you were hurt, you bled inside
and your blood then mixed with
the blood of everybody. Then everybody cried
and you became separated from you and did not say anything!

poem by Satish Verma
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Silver Sleep

A night I will commit
A most ungodly thing
I will commit suicide
With the poison I keep

A night I will commit
My last dropp of blood
I will commit suicide
Because you did too

I will commit my suicide
Tonight at sunrise, on the
Roof of Hell, I will commit suicide
With a poison of Silver Sleep

As I take the syringe
And fill it with
The one dropp of the poison
I begin to taste it before it touches skin

The syringe is filled
I place the needle in my skin
And I press the back of the syringe down
The silver liquid passes through my system

I feel no pain
I am now dieing
Lights show around me
As blood passes my lips

The one I love is next to me
But I can no longer hear his voice
My eyes close and I see only darkness
My commitment to suicide has been fore filled.

I dropp the syringe as I fall
To the city street below me
The poison from the Silver Sleep
Is now upon me forever.

poem by Jade DragonHeart
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In The Midst Of My Sins

i wanted a poem
like some book
taken down and
dusted off opened
up like torn pages
from some script
“it should have
been written” like
this', I wanted a
poem with thick lips
big eyes and a
dove tattoo, early
words rising from
a throaty voice, two
drinks in, I wanted
a poem like this, hands
twisted sweaty
with praying, eyes
tight shut from
the light, I wanted
a poem that said
“it’s all been done, you’re
just sinkin ships son”
photographs, floating dead
in bathrooms, bedrooms
my sins pulling at
my coattails, i
wanted
a poem.

poem by Ben Paynter
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Paper, Only for a Limited Time

Paper, blank and empty
A metaphor only meant for loneliness
White as new born snow
Lets add some words
To make a prophesized poem

Words, only meant for rhetorical use
Clouds that clear, only meant to hide the blue
The living, moving ocean that is our sky
Words, only meant for questioning
What are words but meaning

Clearing clouds, our living pulse bleeds through
Now this blank piece of paper
Has a shadow, and my shadow -combine
Lets make music together
Beautiful, wonderful, majestic music
Lets be music together-
And dance our hearts to something holy

Paper, blank and empty
But easily filled to create art
Art that can change the world
Turn it upside down, or nothing
Paper, blank and empty
But only for a limited time.

poem by Troy Clark
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Confusion

I wanted to go right but went left
I wanted to go up but went down
I wanted to cry but I laughed.
I wanted in my life a displacement
But I found myself in the circus circle.

I wanted to sleep well but found awake
I did not want to think but found myself thinking.
I wanted them to understand me
but they forced me to understand them
To increase my knowledge I wanted to distribute
but they forced me to conceal.

I wanted to be straight but they taught me how to crook
smile with a hidden dagger behind.
I wanted to give them food but they threw them out closing the doors of mind.

They talk but words fall like yellow foliage dry
They love but this love is a bug sucks the blood, none can deny.

Lie and truth, life and death, good and bad, right and wrong
All mixed up with time, place and people, a total confusion.

When truth is not beauty and it is confined in
When falsehood is not ugly and it is spread out like perfume
Then your brain burn the fuse and you are totally confused.

poem by Abdul Wahab
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Castro Alves From Brazil

Castro Alves from Brazil, for whom did you sing?
Did you sing for the flower? For the water
whose beauty whispered words to the stones?
Did you sing to the eyes, to the torn profile
of the woman you once loved? For the spring?

Yes, but those petals were not dewed,
those black waters had no words,
those eyes were those who saw death,
still burning the tortures behind love,
Spring was splashed with blood.

I sang for the slaves, aboard the ships
as a dark branch of wrath.
They travelled, and bled from the ships
leaving us the weight of a stolen blood.

I sang in those days against the inferno,
against the sharp languages of greed,
against the gold drenched in the torment,
against the hand that rose the whip,
against the maestros of darkness.

Each rose had one dead man in their roots.
The light, the night, the sky were covered in tears,
the eyes separated from wounded hands
and it was my voice the only one to fill the silence.

I wanted that from the man we could be rescued,
I believed that the route passed through the man,
and from there destiny would be made.
I sang for those who had no voice.
My voice hit doors that until then were closed
so that, fighting, Freedom could be let in.

Castro Alves from Brazil, now that your pure book
is reborn to a free land,
let me, poet of our America,
to crown your head with the laurels of the people.
Your voice joined the eternal and loud voice of the men.
You sang well. You sang how it must be sung.

poem by Pablo Neruda
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She had loved

She had loved,

Loved with the passion of a thousand loves

All of her hurt and pain went into this love

A love that no one had ever known

The ache and hurt from all the others went into the act of loving

The abuse of all the others went into her passion

The pain of rejection from family and friends went into the love making

She could never feel the hurt again so she put it into the passion and heat they two had when they where together

And when she was alone she would cry for the pain

Pain for the fear that she might never love

Cry for all the abuse that was put onto her body

Some in part to find love

Some in part to feel something instead of being loved

She used her body as a vessel to get what she wanted

And never showed love when doing it

She gave herself to forget herself and all the pain and fear and anguish

She gave and gave and showed no emotion in doing so

She knew that no one would really know her

Or really loved her

They were all just lovers without the love and all of the passion

She used what she knew

And passion is what she knew best

She had passion in the way she walked and talked and all the things that she did

She never showed her true colors

Until she found that love

And poured it all into the love making that she gave and cried for a different reason

She now cried for the loved that she had found and wanted

She gave all of her and more then needed to give to one person

That love that she had never had and wanted so desperately she gave to this person and that person never really understood her

She thought that this would never end and never wanted it to

But when the love in the love making faded it was just empty

And from then on all of her became empty

She did not know how to show true love and slowly lost her passion

All of her passion for all of the things that made her lovable

So now she was never to find that love again

Now she was passionless and empty

Empty was she would remain to be

Hallow once again just a vessel for others to abuse

and confuse for what they thought was love

Love that she would and could never feel again

poem by Ruthy Fernandez
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The River of Blood

It’s the river of blood
Initiated by the enemies of God
And when advised too or told to stop
They just give you the nod
The nod of ignorance and cruelty
The nod of no life and no feel
As they are told about they’re evilness
They believe that none of it is real
It’s the river of blood
That flows down a dark and red stream
And as I dip my hand in, it feels like sour, bitter cream
It’s the river of blood
The river of cruelty and pain
The river of blood
The river that flows in vain
The river that will never end
The river full of the dead
The river where they remain silently hopeless
The river where the majority of them bled
It’s this river of blood where I inject my power and strength from
It’s this river full of blood where my victory will soon come
The river of blood, the river that will soon contain me
It’s this river where my blood has long sought to be
The river of blood that shall soon end with an atrocious fight
The river of blood, the river that will no longer stay at sight.

poem by Marria Attar
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The Bandaged Shoulder

He said that he had hurt himself on a wall or that he had fallen.
But there was probably another reason
for the wounded and bandaged shoulder.

With a somewhat abrupt movement,
to bring down from a shelf some
photographs that he wanted to see closely,
the bandage was untied and a little blood ran.

I bandaged the shoulder again, and while bandaging it
I was somewhat slow; because it did not hurt,
and I liked to look at the blood. That
blood was a part of my love.

When he had left, I found in front of the chair,
a bloody rag, from the bandages,
a rag that looked in belonged in garbage;
which I brought up to my lips,
and which I held there for a long time --
the blood of love on my lips.

poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Read My Lips

verbal silence. read my lips.
if you see them.
read the words. read it here.

these words. read them like
flowers in the garden.

these words speak a little.
tips of the iceberg. They are less
compared to the color of my eyes
the warmth of my fingers
the suppressed beatings of my heart.

these words that you read.
if only you can see my lips.
if only you can see my face.
and body, naked on the flowing sheet of
pure paper. IF only you know
what silence means, how emptiness
eats it, if only you know how inferior
verbs and adjectives are
compared to the caresses of the hands
and the tenderness of the fingers,
touch.

read the lines silently.
these words do not shape my lips.

they come to your eyes.
in the silence of your understanding.

never shall they speak
about me. they only talk about

the hands that write sometimes
without any meaning at all.

infinitives are not infinite.
neither do verbs know what is it to be still.
and adjectives talk only about the surface.

deep under, the noise begins.
and silence of the verbs move to another side.
now, the mountains of ideas collapse
and bury the casualties of silence.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why commit suicide?

Why commit suicide?
Don’t tie yourself with a rope
With life, there is always hope
With life, there is always scope

Why commit suicide?
For you there is no roller coaster life ride
Your heart is filled with an empty hole so wide
Don’t put yourself on fire and fry
With life, you can still make an effort and try
Please leave us not with a permanent goodbye

Why commit suicide?
Believe me when I say ‘You are not alone’
Many out there are shivering cold to the bone
Express your feelings to someone on the phone
Full of debt
Never properly slept
Always sadly wept
Wish you had something wonderful
You could have treasured and kept
Unsucessfuly with exams
After hectic midnight crams
Who gives a damn!

You are not alone!
You are not alone!

So you feel so empty inside
You are full of egoistical pride
To admit the thought of a suicide tide
Love has never even been on your side
Believe me when I say ‘You are not alone’
With life, there is no stone
That you cannot eventually overthrow
To reclaim your rightful throne
So why commit suicide?

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Heart Lying In Defeat

The irony of this thought will fade
And you won’t even be able to look me in the face
I know what you did
And that night I found what you hid
You said it was only a one time thing
So I sat there and watched her leave
You promised it was okay
But, I had to watch her leave more than just that day
Her body always fair and supple
But, you swore I was better
I took those words and hung on to them forever
They made my pain fade
That was with what you paid
But, my tears burned and it was such a deep pain
My soul now tattered and my heart now bled dry
You took this to far all you did was lie
I wanted it to work but, you let it die
I wanted you more but, you wouldn’t try
Our love gave me a natural high
But, what we were meant for was sin
I don’t try to compete with your ways you’re too sly
And every night those tears helped me get by
And every day those looks from you will make me last through the hour
But, the time will come when I won’t fake it
My anger will shine through
And the truth of how you hurt me will lay naked
And this irony of this thought will be a bold red
The color of all the blood my heart has shed
This is what we get when ignore lies
This how I deal with the death of our perfect life
This is what will come when you cheat
A perfect heart lying defeat

poem by Victoria Martinez
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As If You Read My Mind

Close your eyes til the morning
Close your eyes til the early dew
Get inside what youve been missing
Are the very first words that I heard coming from you
Take a chance on the secret
That you hide for beneath your dreams
Use your wildest imagination
You just tell me what it is and I will make it be
As if you read my mind
As if you touched my soul
As if you knew exactly where I wanted to go
Lets get high on the happy
With a toast to you and me
Love is here just for the giving
And between us weve got all the love well ever need
As if you read my mind
As if you touched my soul
As if you knew exactly where I wanted to go
As if you read my mind
As if you touched my soul
As if you knew exactly where I wanted to go
As if you read my mind
As if you touched my soul
As if you knew exactly where I wanted to go
As if you read my mind
As if you touched my soul
As if you knew exactly where I wanted to go

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Blood on your hands sister

You said you loved him told him you cared
Promised him forever together
Instead you broke his heart into countless pieces
You drew tears of blood from the Prince of hearts
Hurt his pride with your insolent words
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands

I saw the pain in his eyes
I felt the bitter tears that he cried
Kicked a man when he was down
You left him a broken man
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands

From a loving giving sensitive Prince amongst men
You took your pleasure and stifled his laughter
You took your fill and threw him upon the scrapheap
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands

But his precious tears are wasted
Wasted on a dry barren heart like yours
For his heart is alive and flourishing
Whilst yours is dead and lifeless
He is the victor
Whilst you the loser

You may wash your hands of him
But the stains will never fade
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands

poem by Lilac Wine
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Sorry to each other

We said we were sorry to each other
But we refuse to let it go
the day that broke our hearts
Shaddered into millions of pieces

We wanted to be together but it was that day to come
We wanted to be good relationship
We wanted things to work out
But we were too far away

We cried and cried through out the day and nigth
but there was only thing that we wanted to do 'SUICIDE'
until we felt each other's heart feeling that suicide

Our hearts were hurting in pain
Our days is over like today, or tomorrow
Someday we may meet each other and be proud to who we were
We may leave someday, and say 'Sorry to each other'

poem by Hunter Kejick
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I Can Hardly Believe Youre Mine

(eric carmen/scott mccarl)
Darlin I was feelin somethin missing
In my life
Never seeing, never caring to try
And you touched me and you made me feel so different
So alive
I was nowhere, till you opened my eyes
Oh baby,
I can hardly believe youre mine
Baby,
I can hardly believe youre mine
Darlin when youre lyin here beneath me
All I know
Is I love you, more than I ever show
But you greet me without words it seems
And still the feeling grows
I was nowhere, till your love touched my soul
Oh baby,
I can hardly believe youre mine
Baby,
I can hardly believe youre mine
Why dyou suppose
How my heart would filled
With so much emptiness
Now Ive found you
Youre surrounding my heart
With sweet, sweet tenderness
You greet me without words it seems
And still the feeling grows
I was nowhere, till your love touched my soul
Baby,
I can hardly believe youre mine (yeah)
Whoa baby,
I can hardly believe youre mine
Baby,
I can hardly believe youre mine
Baby,
I can hardly believe youre mine
Cry
(eric carmen/scott mccarl)
Cry if you feel lonely
And you know you cant make the grade
Now that you realize you shouldve stayed
And if you feel the way I do
I want you to cry your eyes out
Im cryin too
Never thought Id never see the day
Id be happy to set you free
But you made a fool out of me
Now youre crying, baby, take me back
But I never wanted you to leave
But you made a fool out of me
You made a fool out of me
Cry if you feel lonely
And you know you cant make the grade
Now that you realize you shouldve stayed
And if you feel the way I do
I want you to cry your eyes out
Im cryin too
Never thought Id never see the day
Id be happy to set you free
But you made a fool out of me
Now youre crying, baby, take me back
But I never wanted you to leave
But you made a fool out of me
You made a fool out of me

song performed by by Eric Carmen
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Is This What Love Is? (200th)

it matters not, if it's in black or white or color.
for in my heart there is no other.
the words that the LORD said to me
turned me around and set me free.

love is a time traveler, it has a beginning
and never an end.
when you're down and feeling sad, it will fill the air
it will take away all your worries and cares.

love becomes like oxygen to your chest
in you it brings out the very best.
it makes you feel like nothing else could exist.
or take away this heavenly bliss.

the palms of your hands get tacky with sweat
and what's to follow will be the best one yet.
your heart begins to race faster than ever before.
worried! you turn and run to the door.

then you hear that voice gently say:
where are you going? why won't you stay?

you turn around and gaze into those eyes
and like a zombie you become hypnotized.
you stammer and stutter, and look for words to say
but your speech just slips away.

then the question enters your mind.
is this what love is?
is everything that is happening to me
because my heart has been set free?
and if this is the one that i've been waiting for
why did i run to the door?

this is the soulmate that i've been searching for
and from this day, i will run no more.
my heart felt like it was on fire
my body ached with desire.
my lips wanted to kiss those lips in front of me
for that was all that i could see.

my arms reached out so that i could embrace
and those lips i wanted to taste.
we were in each others arms faster than i thought
for we found the love we sought.

poem by Louis Rams
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The Only Way Now

Some days I just wish.
I could run and hide.
No matter where I go.
Suicide seems my only way.

My life is not worth it.
All this pain and suffering.
I dont want to be here anymore.
The only way is suicide.

Nobody can help me.
I cant fix myself.
Nobody knows the real me.
Suicide is the only way.

I put on this false act.
And slap a smile upon my face.
When really Im dying inside.
The only way is suicide.

All I ever wanted was.
To be loved and accepted.
Just to feel the warth of your love.
But you never loved or accepted me.
Suicide is my only way.

I hate you.
Look at what you did to me.
You broke my heart.
You broke my spirit.
You left me empty inside.
Suicide is the way.

You left me
Hurt angry bitter and twisted.
And becuase of you.
Suicide is my only way

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Bonus Moshpit Part 2

So scream, I heard about your message,
And how it reeks of your indifference,
Simply tie horizontal strings from your wrists.
(So scream louder now)
I'm bound to come around about,
(I'm bound to come around)
Well can't you, can't you feel it,
Rollin' off your lips, tensing up your shoulders,
Come on, say it
Well it's love (It's love)
Make it hurt (I deserve it)
Well it's love (It's love)
Make it hurt (I deserve it)
Well it's love, it's love, it's love.
Make it hurt.
I said I used the inconsistencies to undress the machine,
Your the poster boy,
The selling point,
The focus for the new campaign,
(Something has to be done)
I'm bound to come around about,
(I'm bound to come around)
Can't you, can't you feel it,
Rollin' off your lips, tensing up your shoulders,
Come on...
Well it's love (It's love)
Make it hurt (I deserve it)
Well it's love (It's love)
Make it hurt (I deserve it)
Well it's love, it's love, it's love.
Make it hurt.
The keys to the castle (are right where I left them)
The princess walked in just to take more attention,
'Cause after all, well isn't that all that I've been after,
And after all, well isn't that all that I'm after,
Your so...
(No way out) I give up in you, I give up in you,
(No way out) I give up in you.
(No way out) Well I give up in you, I give up in you,
(No way out) I give up in you.
I wanted you for nothing more,
Than hating you for what you were,
If that's what you wanted to hear,
(Well if that's what you wanted to hear)
I wanted you for nothing more,
Than hating you for what you were,
(Don't leave, leave) If that's what you wanted to hear,
(If that's what you wanted to hear)
I wanted you for nothing more,
Than hating you for what you were,
(Don't leave, leave) If that's what you wanted to hear,
(If that's what you wanted to)
(It's love, it's love) I wanted you for nothing more,
(Make it hurt, I deserve it) Than hating you for what you were,
(If that's what you wanted to hear)
That's what you wanted to hear,
(To hear) That's what you wanted to hear.
(If that is how we let it burn.)

song performed by by Taking Back Sunday
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Blood Was On Sheet

Was it necessary to see,
what you wanted me to see,
when I was keeping open my wound
to hear the unheard scream?
What was that which was getting in air?
A little disjointed time, asking
peace for the land
to stop the moulding on the medallions?

The divide and hate the hate and divide
the kill the kill the kill of mercy
and this was to be believed, not to believe
in the grim fate of the fall.
Pain was you was me was him
the guilt of chewing polluted words
to accept the uncertain,
the naked lies.

Blood was on shirt blood was on sheet
blood was on paper blood was in eyes.

poem by Satish Verma
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Remember Me Please

If one day you ever care to see me
remember me remember me
please…

remember my eyes
when you see some one suffering from love and all they do is cry
remember my lips, when you take the sweetest sip
remember my words my love every day
like in the mornings when you hear the doves sing so gay
remember my smile
exactly like a 8 year old child smiles
remember my body
when you hug your pillow to whisper you love me
remember me when I use to travel every inch of your body
remember me when I fell in your heart and you found me
remember that your lips where all I ever wanted to drink
remember that your eyes where all I ever wanted to see
next to you the only place I wanted to be
remember me please....
when I begged you so you wouldn’t leave

remember when I was inside of your heart
and nothing in this world could break us apart

remember
remember me
please…

poem by Raymond Valadez
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