Where Is My Mind?
Where is my mind?
Where has it gone?
Like a leaf pushed by wind,
it has traveled the earth.
It has become a part of the hated,
and now makes it a part of me.
Do I deserve to die under a December moon?
O mist! Cover me forever.
O tombstone of mine, do you now wither?
Weeping willows, receive me with open arms!
A shadow that died has sprung to life,
and now he's back to claim his haunt.
I'm sick of saying sorry,
repeating, repeating in my head.
My mind, trivial is its story.
You must be sick and I dead.
poem by Soren Valentine
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Mine
O HOW my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
And I drink up joy like wine:
O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the lovely girl is mine!
She's rich, she's fair, beyond compare,
Of noble mind, serene and kind--
And how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the lovely girl is mine!
O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
In a music soft and fine;
O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the girl I love is mine.
She owns no lands, has no white hands,
Her lot is poor, her life obscure;--
Yet how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the girl I love is mine!
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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So sick of it
I’m so sick of it
Making me feel like I’m sick
So sick of this
So sick of it all
When I finally got sick of it all
I just let it all out, I changed more and more
Explaining it and speaking my mind
Writing it all down on sheets of paper
Explaining why I’m so sick.
I’m so sick of it all
This world, Reality, all this bigotry
Can’t get enough of this
I can’t take it anymore I have to stand up
And fight against this sickness
Battling which is that repeating cycle
Battling Homophobia
I’ve done it so many times
It makes me wonder why I’m so sick
I’m so sick of it
Going threw the same f*cking thing.
Wanting more and more
Realizing it couldn’t ever be real it sadden me
I thought it over and over and then
That’s when I got sick of it.
Got me thinking me of it then reminding myself of reality.
It happened over and over that’s when I got sick.
Making me feel sicker.
Regretting all of the stupid thing I ignored
Remembering I gone threw the same thing before
Anticipating myself 0.99 seconds before the actual thought
I’m so sick of it, all the things that make me sick
All the things I fight against.
Im so sick of it…
poem by Marcellus Watts
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Sick of Being Sick
I’m sick of being rejected;
I’m sick of being emotionally neglected;
I’m sick of crying so many tears;
I’m sick of running away from my fears;
I’m sick of my childhood nightmares;
I’m sick of being told to do those stupid dares;
I’m sick of not having friends;
I’m sick of all these dead ends;
I’m sick of myself for what I’ve become;
I’m sick of feeling oh so numb;
I’m sick of watching myself drown;
I’m sick of my heart falling to the ground;
I’m sick of this life;
I’m sick of this everyday strife;
I’m sick of not having a dad;
I’m sick of getting mad;
I’m sick of my childhood past;
I’m sick of being harassed;
I’m sick of the dread;
I’m sick of wanting to be dead;
I’m sick of being the one who’s always so strong;
I’m sick of being somebody that doesn’t belong! !
poem by Shelby Brockway
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A Sick And Twisted Mind In A Rhyme
A sick and twisted mind,
turned by time,
becomes a new story in a twisted rhyme
Come along and read it don't cost a dime
Little Red Ridding Hood
Walking through the woods
The wolf,
mouth drooling,
up to good
Now Little Red dropped a piece of candy
With a jump and sprawl,
her face was in his jaws.
He started shaking breaking her neck,
skin started to tear apart,
and the muscles started to bleed.
The wolf was walking off with her head in his mouth,
Rage in his eyes
He was suprised that
he did succeed.
A sick and twisted mind,
turned by time,
becomes a new story in a twisted rhyme
Come along and read it, it don't cost a dime
Hansel and Gretel got left on a bridge,
scary place,
chilly like a fridge,
Owls howling in the moonlight.
They're so scared,
But they see a bright light,
The ginger bread house,
In it an old witch quiet as a mouse,
As they walk up,
She walks out
Now she invites them to eat the couch
While their back is turned she grabs an axe
Now from behind their skulls are cracked
she starts chopping wack wack wack,
Into the stew their meat goes,
it is so yummy to an old raggity hoe
A sick and twisted mind,
turned by time,
becomes a new story in a twisted rhyme
Come along and read it don't cost a dime
Jack told Jill to come play a game,
When they got up the hill,
He stabbed a knife in her brain,
Her eyes fled in the back of her head.
He pushed her down the well
her body falling dead
A sick and twisted mind,
turned by time,
becomes a new story in a twisted rhyme
Come along and read it don't cost a dime
Alice fell down a rabbit hole into a scary room,
blood on the walls
a wicked gloom
and on the floor
a dead white rabbit
the red queen loves it
killing is her habit
Alice opens the door
the queen was waiting now
Alice can't feel anymore
The cheshire cat watching the gore
He licks the blood of the dead
Then disappears with nothing said.
A sick and twisted mind,
turned by time,
becomes a new story in a twisted rhyme
Come along and read it don't cost a dime
(I Know Gruesome Sorry,
Just trying to make something
cooler than just love poems.
Just added a second part.
Sick and Twisted Mind In a Rhyme II.
If y'all liked this one,
check it out.)
poem by Matthew Petranovich
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An Electronic Prayer
From beyond a message has come
Slowly the last forever has begun
Turn around its revolution
Divine signs must move with the times
Even so they try to mystify
Communications fading with the past
Were sending a cypher a code to be cracked
By a curious someone we need to attract
Pray for me
(pray for me)
The message endlessly
(the message endlessly)
Repeating constantly
(repeating constantly)
Can anyone hear ?
Pray for me
(pray for me)
Be a part of me
As I disappear
(as I disappear)
This is my plea
Change my life till nothing remains
Let the blood run through my veins again
An immaculate injection, a shot of something new
All out faith we have to replace
We are out of time and out of space
A new beginning in a different world
Sister love extinguish all desire
Never born and never died
Take my words from my heart
Help me make a new start today
(reset my life)
Brother beloved this is my devotion
Everlasting absolute
Give me the strength to see
Believe that youll receive someway
Believe and let us pray
Pray for me
The message endlessly
Repeating constantly
Can anyone hear ?
Pray for me
(pray for me)
Be a part of me
As I disappear
This is my plea
Sister love extinguish all desire
Never born and never died
Take my words from my heart
Help me make a new start today
(reset my life)
Brother beloved this is my devotion
Everlasting absolute
Give me the strength to see
Believe that youll receive someway
Believe and let us pray
Pray for me (repeat 3 times)
song performed by by Heaven 17
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A shadow from my past
i wonder if details matter,
it happened so long ago,
is it really important?
do i really need to know,
who and why?
you a shadow from the past,
but you haunt my mind,
just knowing part of what you did,
makes me wonder why i trusted you,
i begged not to see you,
but my begging wasn't strong enough,
not without a reason why,
so i continue to be abused,
i was scared of you,
is that the reason you remain,
being a shadow in my thoughts?
i blocked you out,
just like the pain,
no longer have a face,
but yet you remain a mystery,
in my past,
i'm starting to think,
it should be where you stay,
no need to open a can of worms,
that don't need to be open,
for me to understand the whole story.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Sick I Am...
i am sick...please don`t be sad...
i am sick...please don`t tell anyone...
i am sick...please forgive me if i hurt you...
i am sick...going so faraway from here...
i am sick...saying this only for you...
i am sick...maybe will never come back...
i am sick...remember me and never forget me...
i am sick...pray for me and wish me all best what you can...
i am sick...all wounds i have inside my heart...
i am sick...please don`t be sad...
i am sick... and you will never see me..
poem by Hazem Al Jaber
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Sick Of You
I was up in the morning with the tv blarin
Brush my teeth sittin watchin the news
All the beaches were closed the ocean was a red sea
But there was no one there to part in two
There was no fresh salad because theres hypos in the cabbage
Staten island disappeared at noon
And they say the midwest is in great distress
And nasa blew up the moon
The ozone layer has no ozone anymore
And youre gonna leave me for the guy next door
Im sick of you
Im sick of you
They arrested the mayor for an illegal favor
Sold the empire state to japan
And oliver north married william secord
And gave birth to a little teheran
And the ayatollah bought a nuclear warship
If he dies he wants to go out in style
And theres nothing to eat that dont carry the stink
Of some human waste dumped in the nile
We one thing is certainly true
No one here knows what to do
And Im sick of you
Im sick of you
The radio said there were 400 dead
In some small town in arkansas
Some whacked out trucker drove into a nuclear reactor
And killed everybody he saw
Now hes on morton downey and hes glowing and shining
Doctors say this is a medical advance
They say the bad makes the good and theres something to be learned
In every human experience
Well I know one thing that really is true
This heres a zoo and the keeper aint you
And Im sick of it
Im sick of you
They ordained the trumps and then he got the mumps
And died being treated at mt. sinal
And my best friend bill died from a poison pill
Some wired doctor prescribed for stress
My arms and legs are shrunk the food all has lumps
They discovered some animal no ones ever seen
It was an inside trader eating a rubber tire
After running over rudy giuliani
They say the presidents dead but no one can find his head
Its been missing now for weeks
But no one noticed it he had seemed so fit
And Im sick of it
Im sick of you
Im so sick of you, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye
song performed by by Lou Reed
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sick all
Sick for all...
All are sick...
Today...
Morden world...
Sick is not disease
Sick is little of
Back pain...
Little of leg pain...
Little of sneezy...
Little of head ache...
Little of tired....
All are sick...
Sick for all...above
With a badley life style...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Im sick
im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?
poem by Malorie Genoff
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So Sick
im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?
poem by Ricky Baker
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Dear Father
How sick I get of your ghost
stirring the blood between us,
how sick of the ties
that hold me.
Father, a shrink on the highway
told me to write. To who?
I have made you up. You are
the air in my birthday balloon
the clown at our barbecue
proud patron of the bottle-o
you shape my fingers and my toes
you cast my shadow
my every look-over-the-shoulder
you carve my tombstone in womb bone.
How sick I get of my ties to you.
Let this be a letter
to the Dead Letter office
(I'm sick of your jokes).
Father, I untie you -
air rushes out
and I whoop ...
I'm fifty,
it's time to let go.
poem by Andrew Burke
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Selfish?
Do not dull my 'lift'
By a misery you wish to spread.
I am not having any part of it.
Nor will I sit...
Listening to you retread your dread.
Oh no!
I've let that go.
And I'm not going to advise you,
That you should too!
Oh no!
We've gone over this.
Much more than I care to admit.
You enjoy being witty in a pity I find sick!
And not one part of it,
This time...
Will I let it stay on my mind.
This time...
You will find,
My steps making tracks.
To leave you where you sit...
With your troubles on your back!
I am no longer available,
To share in your weeping willow business.
This time...
I'm donating all aspects of my energy,
To the production of my own happiness.
Selfish?
When it comes to my peace of mind?
Of course!
I've done the remorse routines.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drive Away
I'm sick of this place
I'm sick of this time
And I'm sick of the dreams
That are driving me out of my mind
I'm sick of this town
And I'm sick of the wait
But what makes me sickest
Is counting the days
Until I can get in a car
With a full tank of gas
And drive as far as I can
Without looking back
To get out of this time zone
Out of this hole
I need to escape
Before I get too old
So I'm just running on dreams
About getting away
From all of this mess
That lasts day after day
Out of the state
That I can't seem to stand
Out of the life
That just keeps getting more bland
Looking at magazines
And hearing all of these tunes
Of the life that I'm leaving
I'm praying its soon
So I can run from the past
That just doesn't seem right
To pack up my bags
And drive all night
poem by Tatianna Rei Moonshadow
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Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
poem by Ernest Dowson
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Non Sum Qualis eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Cynara
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Dead Eternity
You'll never be alone again
You'll never die again
You'll never be born again
You'll forever be, stuck here in eternity
I bid you welcome to my world
They call me existence
You have just entered through the gate,
to you journey towards the eternity
This part I control
In the beginning you'll fear nothing
As I climb beside you
time will be your master
in this laborious part of human subsistence
This part I control
Black clouds embraces you soul
Slowly passing through repeating lacunas of anguish
When time takes you life
I will transfer you into the bare grip of thinking tranquillity
Voices frilling the emptiness of the dead floating
Seamless across the surface into chilling stillness
Nothing can help you now
You'll never be alone again
You'll never die again
You'll never be born again
You'll forever be, stuck here in eternity
song performed by by In Flames
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sick.. &.tired.
I'm sick of being sick, and tired of being tired
I'm sick and tired of being, sick and tired
I try to help and look what I get,
A forget you and a butt to kiss.
I Feel left out when I'm in this place,
It like I don't even exist. I'm tired and
Weak, I can no longer defeat.
Like a stray bullet through the chest
Falling straight to my knees. I'm hurt and
Desire for a new life, because the one in stuck with
Is not right. My life is so difficult, part of me wants to stay and
Part of me wants to leave.... I'm making a feeble attempt to no
Longer BREATH.
poem by Diamond Heyward
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Feathered Heart
My mind drifts back in time,
spinning words within my mind.
No place it has surrendered,
just forever there to shine.
There in the deepest part of Love.
I feel your presence.
Tickling every part of my heart,
Fluttering like feathers on a Dove.
Take flight, take flight my heart,
I say, as the words go through my mind.
Sweet memories is there inside.
Forever captured, forever mine!
poem by Carlene Maddux
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