Snap Goes Her Sanity
Her eyes look at him, lifeless. He cares not. He abandons her in search of another.Heartless is he. Realize he does not, she can see him. She knows she's been abandoned...her anger begins to engulf her as she thinks dark thoughts. 'How should he die? , ' she asks herself.
An idea accurs to her, 'A bullet in the head and he will be dead'
Now the thought won't leave her as she realizes he has packed all his things, he has moved out...to be with another.How dare he! Now is the moment..now she shall have her revenge on them both.
And as she pulles herself from the pool of blood he left her in, she feels something as snapped, has broke inside her.
poem by Suzaku Vaneko
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Everyone Thinks I'm Crazy
Everyone thinks that I am crazy,
they look into my eyes and they,
wonder what lays behind of them,
maybe a man with a darkened soul,
or a man with a deep dark secret,
that he keeps bottled up inside,
of him like a stick of dynamite,
just waiting to go off and blow up,
his soul,
and expresses his true feelings,
towards this dark and evil hurt world,
that has always turned its back on him,
and his friends,
he feels so alone like the little,
boy inside of him that is afraid of,
the new world that he has been born into,
Everyone thinks that I am crazy,
take a look into my eyes and tell me,
what do you see? A lost boy that has no life,
a man who feels so alone that he just wants to,
end he just wants to end his, he doesn’t want
to live in this evil world anymore,
evil ideas and evil thoughts,
they run wild through his head,
and that no one ever cares about him,
just another pointless soul walking the,
earth and the realms of his insanity,
that fills his head with evil ideas and evil thoughts,
they look down at him with him dressed in his black,
outfit and his long black that makes him look so gothic,
and satanic you can look into his eyes and see nothing,
but pure hatred for what he has become,
everyone thinks that I am crazy,
maybe their right, maybe I am just
evil in its purist form like a line of cocaine,
going up society's nose,
and I am going to plaque the world for all of time,
just walking around and being pure evil.
poem by Robert Rumery
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The Insanity Within Control
i know im going to break.
when i just cant take it anymore.
the moment where i realize the blood isnt enough.
when the razor wont push me hard enough.
when the thoughts inside my head.
take control and leave me for dead.
poem by Kathryn Briones
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Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger takes a mighty toll
Anger lessens but can never leave
Anger you hope to never receive,
Anger stays forever within
Anger acts with the might of all sin
Anger is deadly to all around
Anger gets mad at the thought of sound
Anger is the thoughts in my head
Anger that’s mine all should dread
Anger for me is different from you
Anger you see tells me what to do
Anger will sit and whisper in my ear
Anger he sits and tells me all that you fear,
Anger…
He is here
He’s here to stay
Anger is the hole
In which we lay
Anger is
And Anger will
Always be with us
He is in me, and he is in you
He can make you do
What he wants you to
Anger will make you
Make you cry
Anger can make you
Want to die
Anger can make you
Go insane
Anger….. ... A blood filled rain
No more anger
No more…..
Walk to the bright light
Shinning through that door…
Not knowing what’s in store
But even then
Anger lives on
But you… nevermore
poem by Jacob Hill
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When God Abandons Me Will I Abandon God?
WHEN GOD ABANDONS ME WILL I ABANDON GOD?
When God abandons me will I abandon God?
When the last illness comes and there is no hope,
When I know I am lost to this world,
Will I still place my trust in God
To care for those I love that I will leave behind?
When God abandons me will I believe
That somehow in some other world I continue to be?
When God abandons me
Will I believe I am not really abandoned at all
Despite my pain and suffering as I die?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Beginning (Love Poem)
She watches him across the restaurant
She likes his smile and easy laugh
She know nothing ventured
She chooses sexy hello
She knows it works
She bumps him
She smiles
He laughs
He thinks “nice”
He wants to know
He knows a smile will work
He wonders if she will say yes
He likes the way she came on to him
He tries the pickup “do you come here often? ”
She thinks that will never work with her
She thinks he is just like everyman
She thought he was different
She asks him “no, do you? ”
She wants an excuse
She was mistaken
She says “Bye”
He looks sad
He asks her to sit
He says “even for me”
He looks deep into her eyes
He says “that was unnecessary”
He feels a hole deep inside him grow
He knows she is “the one”, he is afraid to lose.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Faith Collapsing
you are the only person I know
but I take you round to people who are on the go
well you took me to a picture show
and what's the first thing I see
but them burning pictures of my head to toe, hey!
i'm not an effigy, no, no!
I asked you if you would be mad
if I packed my things and moved away to faraway land
well I packed my things and I moved to this place
and what's the first thing I see
but them burning pictures of me in my face, hey!
i'm not an effigy, no, no!
well I moved back from this faraway land
walked right into a room with me mum and me dad
well I saw my picture hanging on the wall
they tried to rip it and burn it
but it just withstood it all and I said hey!
i'm not an effigy
i'm not angry
i'm not an effigy... hey!
well walking around this stinking town
I look up at the buildings and they get me down
well I look to my left and then I look to my right
and then I realize they've been striking at me
since the middle of last night, hey!
i'm not an effigy
song performed by by Ministry
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Effigy
You are the only person I know
But I take you round to people who are on the go
Well you took me to a picture show
And what's the first thing I see
But them burning pictures of my head to toe, hey!
I'm not an effigy, no, no!
I asked you if you would be mad
If I packed my things and moved away to faraway land
Well I packed my things and I moved to this place
And what's the first thing I see
But them burning pictures of me in my face, hey!
I'm not an effigy, no, no!
Well I moved back from this faraway land
Walked right into a room with me mum and me dad
Well I saw my picture hanging on the wall
They tried to rip it and burn it
But it just withstood it all and I said hey!
I'm not an effigy
I'm not angry
I'm not an effigy... hey!
Well walking around this stinking town
I look up at the buildings and they get me down
Well I look to my left and then I look to my right
And then I realize they've been striking at me
Since the middle of last night, hey!
I'm not an effigy
song performed by by Ministry
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Down in the dark
Down in the dark, it’s all in my head,
The pain the sorrow, all of the dread,
I want it to leave, but it wants to stay,
I try and I try, but he won’t go away,
There by day, there at night,
Saying the things, that fills me with fright,
I’m down in the dark, it fills my head,
The pain the sorrow, all of the dread,
He’s always around, lurking inside,
Watching; waiting, my hands are tied,
In my head, always near,
In my thoughts, building the fear,
Down in the dark, filling my head,
The pain the sorrow, all of the dread,
The pain; it grows, bursting within,
The dark; he’s back, with his terror filled grin,
“I’ll help”; he says, talking to me,
“I know what to do, just come and see, ”
Down in the dark, it filled my head,
The pain the sorrow, all of the dread,
My thoughts are violent, with sorrow in my chest,
I just close my eyes, and hope for the best,
He tells me good job, I’ll find the light,
But my life is ending, with the chill of the night.,
Dead in the dark, lost in my head,
No more pain or sorrow, not even dread….,
poem by Jacob Hill
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The Love That Youve Been Looking For
Lonely, thats not how were meant to be
But looking in your eyes I see
A heart that was abandoned
By a world that used to show you love
You feel like youre the only one
Whose day begins without the sun
Youre left to turn and face it all alone
Well, I know sometimes it seems as if
Fate has done you wrong
But if you look inside your heart
Youll find the strength to carry on
Youve got to leave it all behind you
Break through those lonely chains that bind you
cause loves not far away, its gonna find your heart someday
And when you feel its warmth surround you
Youll realize that love has found you
So turn away your fears
cause the love that youve been looking for is here
Suddenly, your broken heart begins to see
A love that lasts eternally
Just look ahead and never ever let a single tear drop from your eye
It breaks my heart to see you cry
The pain that haunts you every night
Because of all the emptiness inside
Well, I know sometimes it seems as if your heart is caving in
But if we look inside the soul well find the love we have within
I know sometimes when things go wrong
You search for strength carry on
But all we need to take control
Is the love within my soul
cause you know that love will find a way
To reach your heart again someday
You must believe its true
Now all you have to do
Written by nick lachey
song performed by by 98 Degrees
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A Pool of Blood
A pool of water causes us to play with words,
Inner feelings may conceive an exalted frame of mind.
A pool is like radiation, all the yawning is converted
Into a character of good, a conversion has been made.
A pool is of blood, a real royal boredom of blue blood,
A spoilt man is issuing secrets that kingdoms do love.
When murder is bloody and minded by the some
We crave, destruction is the key, for almighty freedom.
A pool of immediate appearance is before my own eyes,
My ears are against my sight, for I have no idea of sound.
What is the murder when pools of bright blood stain the floors
With the anger and hunger of a killer, a sentinel of alien rudeness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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It Takes A Day To End
IT TAKES A DAY….
What do I tell my self when I am awakened by tomorrow morning's sun
what may I answer my abandoned pillow when it asks where he's gone
How do I explain what I myself can't understand
at times I think I am certain, and at times I don't know where I stand
Do I dare say he loved me? Can I bear say he didn’t?
I had night mares that he'd leave me but my heart dreamt he wouldn’t
I can't forget the sentence he said before he left! ! !
I didn’t realize 'goodbye my friend' would leave me so bereft
He asked me to be a friend and expected an easy yes
I cant believe he actually wanted me to love him less
I said I needed not his friendship, it's his love I need
Then I stormed out like never before while fighting to breath
That was the day I lost and left him and my tears behind
and since that day it's my heart I am trying to find
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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All I Ask For
Walters vanished got no one
Lived in fear on the run
Do no right, do no wrong
Drink all day until I'm gone
Yeah
At last I know how you felt
When I leave when I go
Lay alone by yourself
What you thought was all wrong
Do you know what to feel
What you thought was all wrong
Lay alone by yourself
?(I have no idea what he says here)
Have we lost it
Have we lost it just because
Have we lost it
Have we lost it just because
Walters vanished got no one
Lived in fear on the run
Do no right, do no wrong
Drink all day until I'm gone
And all I ask for
Nothing, Nothing
Well all I ask for
Nothing, Nothing
Well all I ask for
Nothing, nothing
Well all I ask for
Nothing
Lay alone by yourself in your bed
With all your thoughts inside your head
Lay alone by yourself inside your bed
With all your thoughts inside your head
All I ask for
Nothing, Nothing
All I ask for
Nothing, Nothing
Lay alone by yourself inside your bed
With all your thoughts inside your head
Lay alone by yourself inside your bed
With all your thoughts inside your head
Well all I ask for
Nothing, nothing
Well All I ask for
Nothing, nothing
Yeah
All I ask for
Nothing, nothing
All I ask for
Nothing
Just because
All I ask for nothing
Just because(repeated until end)
song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
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0046 Jewel of Blood
A fine morning and the side-streets empty
then turning the corner,
in the middle of the road
a pigeon - grey-mauve, plump and feather-perfect,
one wing half-spread in flight,
sprawled sideways,
dead
and at that moment the sun shone
cruelly
on the blood that shone on the dusty road by its head,
a jewel, redder than any red,
that shone like a message
as if it were the blood of the world itself
so rich, so rich...
and I felt guilty
that I saw it so beautiful,
that jewel from the heart of a dead dove
of peace,
and thought I should suppress the thought...
and, now, that further thought which hovered in its train
that this whole world in such a jewel of blood,
more precious than a ruby, or than gold, or much fine gold,
a jewel beyond price
is what a devotee at communion or at Mass...
while cool reason
(what has reason to do with this?)
countered
well you value your own blood above most things
don't you? Why not a pigeon's?
but all words spent and poets silent and associations dropped
and thoughts at rest,
that pool of blood
in the winter sunlight that shone on the dusty street
was just so beautiful.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Body Mine
This solar system mobile
slowly rotates
moved by a tiny breeze
I imagined just might
come from me below
breathing.
This was the silence of me.
The blank day was still
as the inside of a deep vault
no sound outside
no sound from within.
I sank into the moment;
my breathing muting itself
wanting to see
how comfortable
I was with the me
lying there.
Stillness is a severe test.
Then a quiet shudder
as I allowed an exhale longer
and deeper than usual,
this first shudder then
followed by another.
And another.
Breathing seemed to direct
my very being to another space
and my Body Being
in this circumstance
roused itself
came out
and displayed
its secret existence
which I
I realized
I ignore most of my life.
Startling to feel
Startling to realize
my thoughts leapt
to the idea
that this body was alive
separate from my mind
and had it own needs
goals and direction.
Startling to realize
that this my body
is alive in its own
right, separate from
me or my mind
but had separate Being.
I'd always thought that
aliveness was somehow
seated in my mind.
It and I talked.
It and I conversed
but what I thought
in that moment
did my body have to say?
What language does it speak?
I realized
had regarded it as a machine
to be feed or fueled
but not an entity
with its own Ideas.
For example,
does insecurity
lie in the mind
in the brain
or in the body?
What is a body idea
anyway, separate from
my head?
Can a body dream?
All of this was startling
and to this day
I'm still seeking answers
to questions
with more questions still.
Where does my mind start
and my body end?
Not sure.
but one thing is clear
bodies domain
is sexual;
and it wants to live.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Forgive or Forget
Its been many years
Since i lost you
The foundation of my family crushed
Since you walked out
Never to return again
You left with me in pieces
I never thought you would
Just leave without a care
Now im much older
And still i havent decided what to do
I can forgive
I can forget
Ive done neither since you left
If i forget
The pain you left will still live on
If i forgive
Ill only let go of the anger inside
Neither of the two help me move on
If i do neither of the two
Ill live with the pain
And the thoughts of you
If i do both
Ill only lose the anger
And forget who you are
But never what you did
What choice am i left with
All will still leave me torn
None will ever heal me
I cant decide what to do
Even though
The last piece of me
Is torn from my soul
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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Equal
There is no equality without stubbornness,
To tell inside this seeking thought
So as to inculcate the meanings too dear.
With both eyes and with both ears
My jests do not disrupt.
I have a moment when equality is in the hearing
And sight, then you fall from the height of a tree
And land with a bang due to someone who pushed
You.
He thinks you inferior or superior,
And you define him as an equal man
Regardless of his appearance which does not see.
But you are barely living now
But in a pool of blood.
He is above you, but he is the same,
He is just a man so equal yet so evil.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Roll'em
She said:
'I see you always roll your own.'
'Yes, he said 'gives me something to do with my hands and my tongue.'
Thats nice, she said like a man that keeps his tongue steady, keeps him from talking too much.'
'Really. he said
'Really.' she said
'Aren't you going to ask me what I like too'
'Yeah sure. he said I like a woman what snaps her bra before the corner pool shot, eyes like liquid dark pools in the night; what has happy thoughts which show; somebody like you.'
'What else you got with that silver tonge of yours, ' she said 'something that a person like my self might like? '
'Well, ' he said smiling' people tell me that I kiss good and never tell.'
'I like that in a man.' she said.
'What else you like, ' he said liking his lips, slowly.
'I like a man that smells like cattle and gasoline and barn hay.'she said.
Weird I know. Must be something from my child hood.'
'I wonder, ' he said 'if I qualify. That sounds like me.'
She snapped her bra. moved over lowered her head and took a smell of him. Then she looked up and smiled at his face.
'Yep, that's it all three.' she said.
'Now that you had your sniff can I have mine? ' he said.
'What are you looking for? ' she said
He grinned a big grin, put his nose close to her neck and said
'Me? I am looking for something that smells like home.'
'I'll give you this she said 'you got yourself a silver tongue.'
'Thats what they say, ' he said 'and right now it sure wants to talk to you.'
He smiled
'Cowboy, ' she continued 'you's talking real romantic and you know I don't even care if you mean it. I like the sound. Girls really deep down like to be romanced.
With that she snapped her bra and he took out another cigarette to roll.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Backslidden
As you walk with God in your life, you display the character of Christ.
As you walk away from The Lord, your fruit displayed is not ignored,
When a one becomes backslidden, the spirit inside is not that hidden.
A believer begins wrestling deep inside, when his Lord he has denied.
As you walk from His narrow path, you fill up with bitterness and wrath.
As a spirit of anger builds up inside, The Lord’s peace to you is denied.
And the anger begins to stir within, leading your heart and mind to sin.
Then as this anger turns into rage, sound reason begins to disengage.
When from Christ you do depart, His Light begins to leave your heart.
Your heart becomes a raging sea, as it begins to stir up past iniquities.
Your words begin to sow discord, as your heart strays from your Lord.
And Jesus Christ will have no part, of this darkness within your heart.
For when you walk away from Him, Christ’s Light inside begins to dim.
All your peace has been displaced, with no sign of Christ on your face.
Even behind your smiling façade, it is apparent that you left your God.
And the pseudo peace you maintain, within your heart is not the same.
And Christ will continue to let you fall, until you return to The Lord of all.
Friend, Christ died for you to be a light, not to return to the dark of night.
And as long as you resist His Grace, life will be a most miserable place.
If you only return unto The Lord, then His peace to you will be restored.
(Copyright ©04/2005)
A Girl Who Is Lonely
There she sits,
All alone and in the dark,
No body cares,
Whether she is even there,
She questions to herself,
Does anyone care about me?
And wonders whether she is even seen,
She sits alone,
Feeling invisable,
Feeling scared,
All of these emotions inside,
Not knowing how to hide,
She tries to stay strong,
She tries to be brave,
To hide all of the pain inside,
She thinks of all of her past,
Wondering what she ever did wrong,
What she did to deserve all of this,
She sits alone,
No more tears to cry,
No more words to speak,
A single person speaks,
Startling her,
She looks around,
To find she is the only one there,
The one being spoken to,
She begins to feel part of the world,
And feels visable.
poem by Charlie Bones
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