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When Watching

One thing I've noticed I've come to miss
When watching my LED HD TV
Is that whenever I flip through the channels
On my DVR,
I don't have to become a tourist
Glancing at the sights anymore—
I can only read the dialogue of information
That tells me what I am watching
Or what I could be watching.
I don't have the time to observe
Foreign landscapes
(Partially because
Nobody makes shows
Of that
Anymore)
Or see how other people are different,
I just see text, text, text with no
Context, context, context,
And I feel like I'm missing something.
I don't even watch TV much anymore.
I don't enjoy sitcoms
Because I don't enjoy their jokes
Because my life isn't like that.
I don't enjoy the news
Because they don't tell me anything I want to hear
Because I want to know what's happening in the world.
I don't enjoy reality TV
Because those people make me afraid of reality
Because they call themselves reality.
I miss the white noise, the static,
The scrambled images of channels
I never had as a kid,
Or the disintegrated programs
That looked like high-energy molecular,
Heated up, when the cable is out.
I miss the way it sounded,
The thunder storm sound,
Voices reduced to raindrops
Pouring against the black backdrop
Of a dead screen,
A comforting hum
Made of chaos
For periods of silence,
Sometimes enough to make me turn it off.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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I Miss You

I miss you
When I'm over here
I feel down that I won't see you again
When I'm with you I’m all jolly
I enjoy being with you when we're together
You get me so well

I miss you
So much when you're not here with me
I feel like, I have been left in the rain alone waiting for you to come to me
You make me laugh when I'm sad or not in a good mood
Being with you been such an exciting time of my life
Now is all over

I miss you
I can't stop thinking about you
You probably going to feel the way when you don't see me anymore
You are an amazing person that I ever meet
Will things be the way it used to be or it won't?

I miss you when you're not here with me
I feel like, I have been left in the rain alone waiting for you to come to me
You make me laugh when not in a good mood
Being with you been such an exciting time of my life
Now is all over

I miss you when you somewhere else and
Not here with me
I feel so lonely without you here by my side
What am I supposed to do without you?

I miss you
When you are not here with me
I hope one day to see you again
I will be crying and hugging you tight
Baby I don't want to leave you
I just want to be with you and don't want this day to end
I miss you

poem by Christina Phan
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Turn It On

Every day just turn it on
Place it upon
the desk or in my pocket
That's what I do with it
Every day, just waiting for a call
Waiting for a text for your text, for your call, but it shall
Not come, it will not it just won't
Because you really don't
Text me or call me
But I'll turn it on and wait, you know just to see
In fact I'll keep hoping it's you
With every beep and even ring too
When I check it'll be like a reality check
It'll only take a sec
Before I realize it's not you, it will not be you, it won't
I wonder if you don't
Turn on your phone, but then again maybe you don't care
Maybe because I'd never dare
To complain to you about this to your face
I can't take the disgrace
I'll let you talk to me as much as you like, not as much I do
My feelings don't matter much in this situation, maybe not even to you
I pray they do, that they do mean something to you
But the longer you don't respond, it makes me wonder who
You think I am, or how you think of me
I wish I could see
How you see, but every day I'll turn it on
Take a breath with every sound hoping it's you, but then the moment's gone
Now it's just on
Placed upon... why do I even bother?

poem by David Knox
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Cave

The light that emits from my computer screen
Asperses shadows like a music box projector's
Ceiling diorama—
They spin around and around,
Swirling in the aleatoric symphony
Of indetermined notes,
Ingeminated until I fall asleep—
In my mind.
I don't want to look up,
I don't want to look up,
I don't want to look up—
Because if I do,
I might realize
That where I am,
Hooked on the O/S
Of terminal attachment,
A besotted addiction
To buzz words that rattle me from my consciousness
And quake me through the cracks of the pop culture lifestyle.
I only see a ventose orator,
Up at the pulpit,
Preaching mediocre thoughts,
And banal blah blah blah blah blahs,
And what am I learning here by reading this?
Why
Do I read this?
I could do other things with my time,
Couldn't I?
No, I'm chained to the carpet I'm rolling over,
Burning my elbows into scabby skin ash,
Peeling away my sun-burnt arms for no reason
Other than to watch what I can't see or feel.
My nervous system is shutting down,
Each synapses is becoming indurate,
So I can feel like a sponge—
Which has no nervous system, by the way—
And soak in
Whatever
Boastful basking
I choose
Today,
Or some meaningless news story that says,
"Studies show" without giving links to what that study is,
So I can verify that the information is pertinent
Of just taken out of context the same way Fox News
Will splice through all the words they found in a dictionary
To form a single, not always complete sentence.
I think I might surround myself with all these empty
Activities to keep myself from feeling empty,
Telling myself how stupid everyone else is
To avoid telling myself
That I simply don't understand anything—
Though I wish I did—
And, by rejection, I prove that there is something else,
Something that I can believe in,
Something that I just haven't found yet,
So I Google, Google, Google—
Then I wonder if they're watching what words I type into their search engine
Which makes me wonder why I'm so paranoid about people reading my
Information when I'm not trying to hide anything,
Or so I suppose.
I annex my thoughts in the morass of public domain
To hope that I might feel more accepted—
Even if I outwardly proclaim that it doesn't make much
Of a difference to me what people think
(LIAR) .
But, if I look up,
For only a second,
At 2 AM, when everyone
Should actually be sleeping,
I'll notice how quiet the world really is,
That the reality of things
Is that I'm actually alone
And nobody is talking to me,
Watching me,
Collecting my thoughts so they can be harvested
In a machine of mass-bombardment and resignation.
I'm totally alone,
And that makes me scared.
This is why we use the internet.
Nobody listens anymore,
So we call to each other,
"Listen to me, listen to me, nobody listens to me,
So please listen to me, "
And that's what we pretend to do.
At the same time,
We don't want to be fully honest;
We don't want to expose ourselves anymore than we already are;
We want to be like the people that millions of dollars
On reality TV because they don't have to do anything
To make enough money to never have to do anything again,
Or like the movie stars that popularize our illusions.
Then, the one day, we see the truth,
Ruffling out from behind the nonexistent paper
That makes the pages we sift through,
And it's not a pretty thing,
So we hide it
The way we hide ourselves,
Hoping we only remember what diffused sunlight was
When our eyes, pupils wide open, just soaked up
A whopping globule of solar plasma
That now flares through our brains,
Frying everything we used to know,
Giving us a blindness that should help us see.
It doesn't.
So we,
Or at least I,
Turn back around,
And try to sit down,
Continue with the perpetual waste
Of my time,
But I can't help
Being unsettled.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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Today, I miss you

Watching the people walking around
Counting their steps a hundred times
Here I am on a crowded street
Beyond the door of that high way
Searching for your smile
That I could not find
Today, I miss you
Just like what my heart says

Watching the traffic lights
And time stood still
Like dreaming of you a thousand times
Suddenly I do not hear a sound,
Only your name
I have frozen on a breeze of summer
Today, I miss you
That there is something missing

Walking on a windy park
Watching clouds climbing on a rainbow
And I am still waiting on a dust of memories
That I picture only on my mind
Today, I miss you
No words could I ever say
I need your smile that warm so bright
That I often see in my dreams

Today, I miss you
Like a music that sounds so sweet
But the song is incomplete something is missing
Maybe tunes yes its true
Notes and I guess are you?
It’s always you that I am singing about
You complete me
Like words and melody

I want to tell the things I have seen
I want to take you where I have been
The summer, the sky a wonderful day
And I wish you here with me
This time say that you will be mine
Today, I miss you
I really miss you, yes I do

poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Mayberry

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster
Than it did in the old days
So naturally we have more natural disasters
From the strain of a fast pace

Sunday was the day of rest
Now its one more day for progress
But we can't slow down
Cause more is best
All in the process

But I miss Mayberry
Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry --- Coke
Where everything was black and white
Pickin on a Six String
People pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
bye bye

Sometimes I can hear this whole world stopping
Through the trees as the wind blows
Thats when I climb up here on this mountain
And look through God's window

No I can't fly
I've got to be
To get me high up here
Far from the noise and city streets
My world receives the peace

But I miss Mayberry
Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry --- Coke
Where everything was black and white
Pickin on a Six String
People pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
bye bye

Sometimes I dream I'm driving down an old dark road
Not even listed on the map
I pass a dad and his son carrying a fishing poll
But I always wake up everytime I try to turn back

But I miss Mayberry
Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry --- Coke
Where everything was black and white
Pickin on a Six String
People pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
bye bye

song performed by by Rascal Flatts from Melt
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Life In Bluish Green

Fantastic, neither subject to excessive joy
nor dramatic depression, immobile all day
long while researching terms for my texts
no emotional response to the outside world:
achieved my object of becoming a machine

Checking statistics without anxiety, a single
focus on my text and the four walls of reality,
no concern about any other thing on earth -
the opportunity to enjoy the peace and calm
normal people feel working without interruption

Satisfied with the visible part of life, Stoicism
at last, no floating on a dream nor sinking in-
to black nothingness, life in bluish green, no
third voice to make comments, the scenery
arranged in Framework 2 without my help

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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I Wrote A Poem Across The Universe

I wrote a poem across the Universe
It was read among the stars-
Cosmic messages were sent endlessly reinterpreting it-
It appeared in Galactic anthologies
And whole Civilizations taught it in their schools-
Worlds were born with it and worlds lamented their dying with it-
It became the Text of the Text of the Text of the Text of the Text
Of cosmic intergalactic meaningfulness-

I wrote a poem across the Universe-
It was read for billions of years
And then somehow
No attention was paid to it anymore-
And it vanished for as long as forever can be understood to be.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Dream and reality

Dream or reality

What can be dream and reality?
Have we the resolve and capability?
Turn into real and enjoy till last
Can that happen really very fast?

I won't be able to answer
May be with some people counted fewer
Yet it is nice to think of it
Turn it as heaven and make self very much fit

If two of the people have found real nest
What can be thought of and counted as best?
The thing can be shaped in sure destiny
The small world of place called as tiny

For a girl it seems to be a big occasion
When starts new day without any confusion
He is there with ready made commitment
To look after well with romance and sentiments

What else to dream then to wait it to happen?
Whole of world to remain on one side to watch it even!
The distance may appear as one of the lat wall
When he reduces the distance to make final call

I am not of much romantic nature
But who else is not when something comes for sure?
He has found way in permanent abode
Inscribed few fine words and wrote

I shall loose all my nerves and sink
When his embrace may take me to think
It will be final merge into entity
As one and only one with serenity

I had dreamed and waited for this day
Finally it may be realized at to give the way
I want to miss not a second to be away
As he is my prince and shine of bright ray

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Foreign Tongue

While speaking in a foreign tongue
many challenges are there
that I enjoy.
New culture
new languages
new rules
new way of thinking
make it romantic
that I enjoy.

I enjoy the mistake
I enjoy new experiments
I enjoy new manner of
Speaking writing
that you have.

While speaking
in a foreign tongue
a new way of life
come to the surface
new words new lines
new and new
that we both
enjoy and like.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Miss You

i miss you,
the more that days pass,
brings to reality,
that you are no longer here,
no longer have a mother,
to teach me more about life,
no, i'm stuck here,
finding a little bit of you in ppl,
and it makes me miss you more,
i hate not talking to you,
everyday i am lost,
but i remember what you wanted of me,
and it reminds me,
to just keep fighting,
only i can make my dreams come true,
you given me everything i needed,
plus more,
why am i so afraid to live a life,
where you are no longer in?
feel so alone,
but i look for god for support,
and i remember who i am,
and how you will still be watching over me,
with knowing that,
i don't feel so alone.

poem by Mona Martinez
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Next Big Thing

Walking down the street, it's everywhere you see
Looking right at you and staring right at me
You can't escape it cause it's in your face
The stars are out, they're bright today
It's the latest craze it sets your eyes ablaze
They're just hopin' this ain't just a passing phase
Turn the cycle to a faster spin
Throw the has been's out bring a fresh face in
This is your only chance knock 'em dead
Show it if you got it. The world is watching you
Take it if you want it. What have you got to lose
Raise your glass you made it
Everyone's waiting for the next big thing,
The next big thing
So now you won the fight, there's no end in sight
Everyone's your friend, might as well take a bite
You've just made it while the others dream
But just make sure the cash register rings
They all know your name, it's such an easy game
If all goes well, you'll have you're minute of fame
Suddenly people want to help you now
Plug it in, make sure you play it loud
This is your only chance knock 'em dead
Show it if you got it. The world is watching you
Take it if you want it. What have you got to lose
Raise your glass you made it
Everyone's waiting for the next big thing,
The next big thing
Show it if you got it. The world is watching you
Take it if you want it. What have you got to lose
Raise your glass you made it
Everyone's waiting for the next big thing,
The next big thing
Keep that spotlight on, breath it in
Cause when it's over you will know your friends
Yeah you enjoy yourself, appreciate the help
You'll need all the help you can get
Show it if you got it. The world is watching you
Take it if you want it. What have you got to lose
Raise your glass you made it
Everyone's waiting for the next big thing,
The next big thing
Show it if you got it. The world is watching you
Take it if you want it. What have you got to lose
Raise your glass you made it
Everyone's waiting for the next big thing,
The next big thing

song performed by by 1208
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I enjoy watching Fear Factor, Newlyweds and American Idol as far as reality TV shows go.

quote by Natalie Gulbis
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Calling You

I had a dream that you stood right in front of me
And called to me in black and white
Though I could see you / I couldnt reach you
You faded into the light
And when the sun turns a dream to reality
Im left with such an empty space
I feel your spirit / know that Im near it
I swear I can see your face
Hear me calling you / calling you
But you just dont seem to answer anymore
Am I supposed to pretend I dont feel the pain
Like it happened only yesterday
No use in trying / to stop the crying
I cant make it go away
Hear me calling you / calling you
But you just dont seem to answer anymore
Im calling you / calling you
And Im afraid you wont answer anymore
Where is the healing you promised me
Maybe this feeling will burn in me forever
Hear me calling you / calling you
But you just dont seem to answer anymore
Im calling you / calling you
And Im afraid you wont answer anymore
Calling you and Im afraid that you wont answer anymore

song performed by by Richard Marx
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To Enjoy Life

Our life has many windows of joy,
The joke is serious and to enjoy.

Our existence is special and fully exposed
To other elements, so as to enjoy.

The living individual that aspires to Job,
Is the very sentence of our writing to enjoy.

How does the sprightliness of a lifestyle
Turn into something not to enjoy.

Really merry people are mostly proof of laughter
Being the source of help always to enjoy.

There is a safe place for all,
Everywhere you must even think to enjoy.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Back When

Dont you remember the fizz in a pepper .
Penuts in a bottle at ten, two, and four.
A fried bologna sandwitch with mayo and tamata, sittin around
the table dont happen much anymore.
We gotten to complicated, its all way overrated, I like old and outdated
way of life.
Back when a hoe was a hoe
Coke was a coke
And crakes what you were doing when you were cracking jokes
Back when a screw was a screw
The wind was all that blew
And when you said i'm down with that , well it meant you had the flu
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when
I loved my records, black shiny vinyle
clikes, pops, and white noise man they sounded fine.
I had my favorite stations the ones that played them all.
country, soul, and rockin roll what happend to thouse times.
I'm reading street slang for dummies cause they put pop in my country.
I want more for my money, the way it was back then
When a hoe was hoe
Coke was a coke
And cracks what you were doing when you were cracking jokes
Back when a screw was a screw
The wind was all that blew
And when you said i'm down with that, well it meant you had the flu
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when
Give me a flat top for strummin
I want the whole world to be hummin
Just keep it comin, the way it was back then
When a hoe was a hoe
Coke was a coke
And crakes what you were doing when you were crackin jokes
Back when a screw was a screw
The wind was all that blew
And when you said i'm down with that, well it meant you had the flu
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when

song performed by by Tim McGraw
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I Am The Man

i am the man
who has a puppet
under the
control of my strings

the children watch
and they all
enjoy
that is something
too funny

the old people
including the middle aged
understand
this reality

they do not laugh anymore
they are angry
to the world that they live in
they are the puppets
of someone who holds the
strings of their
lives.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Goodbye

Im supose to say goodbye
But im not ready yet
Everyone is telling me your in a better place now
How is it a better place?
Your not here with me anymore
What can be better than that?
They say your watching me from above
They say that you would of been proud of me
How do i know this is true?
I cant communicate with you anymore
Im the one doing the talking
I dont get no reply from you
I thought you were watching over me
How come you cant reply back to me?
You use to tell me
That you would always have my undivided attention
Yet I dont hear nothing from you
Why did you have to go?
Im not done growing up yet
I still need your help
I still need your advice
I need you more than ever
You promised me
You would always be here for me
And your not here anymore
Why did you leave me?
I love you so much
I miss you more than ever
Grandma I'll keep talking to you
I hope your listening.
5-14-06
Ashley O

poem by Ashley Olson
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Wonder Eye

And sometimes,
When i'm lonely,
I think of you
And i wonder
And sometimes,
When someone
Calls your name,
I wonder
You changed my life
And you could have changed my world
And i
Miss your voice and
I miss your heartbeat
I miss your face and
I miss you
And sometimes
When i'm sleeping,
I dream of you
And i wonder
And sometimes
When i forget,
I call for you
And i wonder
You said 'goodbye'
Said 'it's over'
You said 'i'm tired
I can't wait
All my life
I won't cry
Anymore'
And sometimes when
I wonder
I cry for you
And i miss you
And sometimes i
Remember
How to feel again
And i miss you

song performed by by Gary Numan
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I Wonder

And sometimes,
When i'm lonely,
I think of you
And i wonder
And sometimes,
When someone
Calls your name,
I wonder
You changed my life
And you could have changed my world
And i
Miss your voice and
I miss your heartbeat
I miss your face and
I miss you
And sometimes
When i'm sleeping,
I dream of you
And i wonder
And sometimes
When i forget,
I call for you
And i wonder
You said 'goodbye'
Said 'it's over'
You said 'i'm tired
I can't wait
All my life
I won't cry
Anymore'
And sometimes when
I wonder
I cry for you
And i miss you
And sometimes i
Remember
How to feel again
And i miss you

song performed by by Gary Numan
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Miss You 2

I miss you every morning
now that you have gone.
I miss your sweet kisses
from your ruby red lips on mine
that raises the morning to divine.
I miss hearing your heartbeat
when you lay next to this body of mine.
I miss you every day
since you went away.
My world is just an empty shell
in which no one lives anymore.
You were my reason for living
with you gone I don’t have anymore.
I’d ask the angels to bring you back,
but I know that is impossible
as you lie in a lonely grave evermore.
I don’t know if I can carry on
without you in my life anymore.
I miss you so much my darling
and want you back once more.

poem by David Harris
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