23feb8 The Day After: If I Am 2 Die
if I am 2 die
I pray
it will be
quick
now total
22 rescued
PQ building
amazing tourists
being flown
out 2 Auckland
3 hotels
damaged
one badly?
three hotels
damaged
one fatally?
poem by Terence George Craddock

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23feb10 The Day After: Garden City
many hotels
damaged
shocked guests
evacuated?
Christchurch
mortally wounded
garden mourns
no rooms
for tourists
now to stay
tourists evacuated
troubles fly away
holiday memories
took
an earth shattering
turn
poem by Terence George Craddock

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Damaged goods
I have a label.
The label will stick with me for life.
And remain deep within.
The label is damaged goods.
I'm so messed up after you did what you did.
I hate to be alone near any man.
I always look over my shoulder.
I cut my arms to ribbons.
I am now known as damaged goods.
On the day you raped me.
You broke me.
You left me frightened and scared.
But worst of all you left me damaged.
Like damaged goods.
Only I cant be mended.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell

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There have been plenty of very bare hotels with couples humping next door. I don't stay in very grand hotels.
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Well, we've made some changes on this tour. We're no longer sleeping in the parking lots and swimming in the fountains. We've been staying in hotels most of the way, though I will say some hotels have declined to take us because we're just having too much fun.
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Damaged
I know Im kinda strange, to you sometimes
Dont always say, whats on my mind
You know that Ive been hurt, by some guy
But I dont wanna mess up this time
[bridge]
And I really really really care
And I really really really want you
And I think Im kinda scared
Cos I dont want to lose you
If you really really really care
Then maybe you can hang through
I hope you understand
Its nothing to you
[chorus]
My hearts at a low
Im so much to manage
I think you should know that
Ive been damaged
Im falling in love
Theres one disadvantage
I think you should know that Ive been damaged
I might look through your stuff, for what I dont wanna find
Or I might just set you up, to see if youre all mine
Im a little paranoid, from what Ive been through
Dont know what you got yourself into
And I really really really care (and I care about you so much)
And I really really really want you (I really do want you)
And I think Im kinda scared (but Im scared with every touch)
Cos I dont want to lose you (cos I dont want to lose you)
If you really really really care (if you care for me like you say)
Then maybe you can hang through (then maybe you can hang through)
I hope you understand (I hope you understand)
Its nothing to you (its nothing to you, you)
My hearts at a low (low)
Im so much to manage
I think you should know that (I think you should know)
Ive been damaged
Im falling in love (Im falling in love)
Theres one disadvantage
I think you should know that Ive been damaged (I think you should know that)
My hearts at a low
Im so much to manage (Im so much to manage)
I think you should know that (I think you should know that)
Ive been damaged (Ive been damaged)
Im falling in love (I love you so)
Theres one disadvantage (I love you so)
I think you should know that Ive been damaged
And I really really really want you
And I think Im kinda scared
Cos I dont want to lose you
If you really really really care
Then maybe you can hang through
I hope you understand
Its nothing to you (its nothing to you)
My hearts at a low
Im so much to manage
I think you should know that (ooh I think you should know Ive been damaged)
Ive been damaged (Ive been damaged baby)
Im falling in love (falling in love with you baby, yeah)
Theres one disadvantage
I think you should know that Ive been damaged
My hearts at a low
Im so much to manage
I think you should know that
Ive been damaged
Im falling in love
Theres one disadvantage
I think you should know that Ive been damaged
song performed by by TLC

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Damaged Heart
My damaged heart
Had been damaged by lightining that
Mother Nature sended to damage my heart
But I am also in a lot of pain
Because my heart had been damaged by lightning
And the lightning had burned half of my heart
But thanks god the fire in my heart went out
Because of the wind that God had sended in the sky
Also I am grateful that God sended the wind in the sky to put the fire Out of My heart
But the pain still there in my damaged heart and I can still feel it
poem by Aldo Kraas

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I don't like staying in hotels. I like to be in my own bed. San Diego as a city is really awesome. The only hard part of it for me is that I'm away from my family and my house. But as far as shooting down there, we get amazing locations, and the crew is really, really stellar down there. They are really fun.
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1975
Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day
Go on and press your face
All up against the glass
Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn
Swing and missing all
Almost every time
Yeah, almost every time
Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day
Go on and press your face
All up against the glass
Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn
Swing and missing all
Almost every time
Im not alive, 1975
Id spend my time wasted, dull, damaged, and blind
Im not alive, 1975
Yeah, 1975
I see scratches and the idiot kids
I watched them getting high
Out in the cold blue sky
Watch and wonder as the asphalt babies burned
Dancing in the flame, laughing all of the while
Im not alive, 1975
Id spend my time wasted, dull, damaged, and blind
Im not alive, 1975
Watch and wonder as they fade away...
Dull, damaged, and blind...
Sounds a lot like me
Dull, damaged, and blind...
Sounds a lot like me
Dull, damaged, and blind...
Yeah, almost all of the time
Dull, damaged, and blind...
Whoa, 1975
I m not alive, 1975
I was not alive, 1975
Id spend all my time wasted dull, damaged, and blind 1975
Watch and wonder as they fade away...
song performed by by Everclear

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Just a rose.
I'm a rose, but a damaged rose. The winds have torn my peddles and my color has faded. I've broken my stem through these uncontrolable storms, But a rose that has been picked and fiddled with. A rose who has learned to grow it's thorns, but a rose without it's bush.A rose that still has yet to say 'I've survived' this grassless dirt spreaded field.I'm a rose, just a damaged faded rose.
poem by Ashley Derenda

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Yawning Or Snarling
One day in El Paso
The cops go into the crowd
Under a glaring bladder of light
And the music is so loud
And the tourists take their T-Shirts off
A busload of kids gives you the finger
Afternoon when the sidewalk's hot
And the shadows too chilly to linger
Walk past damaged goods and ugly trends
Past a strawman making a purchase
Downtown where the river bends
They're just waiting for you to resurface
Take a look at this photograph
Clearly his teeth were bared
He coulda been yawning or snarling
The story was never clear
One night in El Paso
The cops go into the crowd
Under a throbbing bladder of light
And the music is just so loud
And the tourists turn their TV's off
And a bat sees a bug with the sound of a linger
Night time when the shadows cough
And you're chilled to the tips of your fingers
Walk past damaged goods and ugly trends
Past ol' strawman making a purchase
Downtown where the river bends
They're just waiting for you to resurface
Take a look at this photograph
Clearly his teeth were bared
He coulda been yawning or snarling
He coulda been anywhere
song performed by by The Tragically Hip from Day For Night

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My dear cigarette
My dear cigarette
Now I shall have to
Depart from you
I have realized
Your company is not
Good for me
In the disguise
Of a friend
You are an enemy
To me
I candidly admit
When I was alone
You gave me company
When I was tense
You relaxed me
When I used to drink
You increased my
Pleasure
When I was young
With you, I felt modern
All said and done
You damaged my lungs
Your smoke causes
Irritation too many
Damages their health
As it damaged mine
Kills people before time
Your smoke is
No less than a fire
Which burns?
A person from inside
I do not want
Others to accept
Your gift of cancer
As I did
Now I bid
Farewell to you
27-02-2012
258-169-02-12
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela

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Why The Boy Inside Stays
I needed that boy
Inside of me.... Even today...
I'd ask him... long ago
Come visit and stay
I've oftened... needed his help
To heal those old wounds
That had cut... just so very deep
Even now they're on my mind
Probably forever to keep
And even though they damaged me
And left me with a ton of scars
I never let (that boy)
Wander far
The boy inside... reminds me...
Even though I'm a man
Whence I came... and whom I am
You ask...
Why...the boy remains with me-?
The beauty of snow...he can see
Even after the blissard... of those nights...
The boy.... can still start a snow ball fight
And another why...the boy has come to stay...
So that the man...with his children
In the snow could smile and play
So my friends...I say even if you are just like me
The man that has endless tears... and scars
And a damaged soul....
The boy can remind you...
Of who you are
And one last thing of why
The boy inside me must stay
A man with children...must teach
Forgive...learn...
Kneel...and...pray
The great beauty of his wife...and love
Those words...convey...
And that's also... why... this boy stays....
Clyde Grant Bryson
poem by Clyde Bryson

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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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Frailty Of All Creatures
When I was a young driver,
Fresh behind the wheel,
I saw a bird fly beneath a driver’s car
Ahead of me.
Her wings were broken
And her body badly damaged.
She flapped without hope
On the hot July street.
When I approached her,
I ran her over;
I cannot be sure
Accidentally or purposely.
I began to cry
And pray to St. Francis,
Poor little bird!
But I thought,
Does God see
The lonely pain of a bird
And the frailty of all creatures?
At that moment,
I became resolved
Every poem I wrote
Would be a prayer
For compassion.
So now, even if I write
About a gorgeous sunset
Or the enchantment of a woman’s eyes,
It really is a prayer for love and mercy
poem by Uriah Hamilton

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Love Flies On Fragile Wings
Love flies on fragile wings
that can be damaged in any storm.
They flutter in your heart
to keep the love within warm.
Two hearts that beat as one
can be split into two
when rage bangs on the door
and tells love to shoo.
Be careful what you say
at any given time
only say the soft words
I think you know what I mean,
never raise voices
when two hearts are pure
for love flies on fragile wings
that can be damaged in any storm.
19 November 2008
poem by David Harris

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Once I understood
At first I was too youn to understand,
I didn't know what you were doing was wrong.
When I was still too young to know
You've damaged me.
The pain runs so much deeper.
The pain that I endured.
I was still too young to know.
You did to me what you thought you would.
The pain that I would endure.
Came later, once I understood.
While I lay numb and still.
The hate I felt for you grew.
My hate Came later, once I understood
The hurt stays with me.
I hate you more than words can say.
You damaged me and my trust.
With every evil touch you made.
Even if you were to die tomorrow.
the pain of what you did wont end for me.
It'll be with me the rest of my life.
While you got off scott free.
I didn't I have the memories of what you did.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell

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Walk Between The Raindrops
A shadow crossed the blue miami sky
As we hit the causeway by the big hotel
We fought
Now I cant remember why
After all the words were said and tears were gone
We vowed wed never say goodbye
When we kissed we could hear the sound of thunder
As we watched the regulars rush the big hotels
We kissed again as the showers swept the florida shore
You opened your umbrella
But we walked between the raindrops back to your door
In my dreams I can hear the sound of thunder
I can see the causeway by the big hotels
That happy day well find each other on that florida shore
Youll open your umbrella
And well walk between the raindrops back to your door...
song performed by by Steely Dan

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42 - The Bright Lights of Las Vegas
The bright lights of Las Vegas
Casinos open around the clock
Wedding bells, Grand hotels
A place where the fornicators flock
Like the showgirls on the strip
The rainbow waters dance
European countries recreated
England, Venice and France
At the bar the drinks roll in
As the alcoholics sit
While gamblers like to shake
The hand of the one arm bandit
The city of sin and adulterers
The sounds of the old school tunes
Neon lights, Gangland fights
The mirage and the windblown dunes
The bright lights of Las Vegas
Casinos open around the clock
Wedding bells, Grand hotels
A place where the fornicators flock
poem by Nicola Burkett

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Writers really live in the mind and in hotels of the soul.
quote by Edna O'Brien

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