Vacuum
A giant vacuum
Had opened
A path
To the stars
Sucking life out
To the perfect
Blackness.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Wandering Star
Please could you stay awhile to share my grief
For its such a lovely day
To have to always feel this way
And the time that I will suffer less
Is when I never have to wake
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
... those who have seen the needles eye, now tread
Like a husk, from which all that was, now has fled
And the masks, that the monsters wear
To feed, upon their prey
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
(always) doubled up inside
Take awhile to shed my grief
(always) doubled up inside
Taunted, cruel.... ...
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
song performed by by Portishead
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A bore is a vacuum cleaner of society, sucking up everything and giving nothing. Bores are always eager to be seen talking to you.
quote by Elsa Maxwell
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Perfect Part 2
I don’t need perfect cloth
I don’t need perfect hair
What I need is a confidence
I don’t need perfect score
I don’t need perfect job
What I need is a support
I don’t need perfect word
I don’t need perfect dream
What I need is a chance
I don’t need perfect agreement
I don’t need perfect control
What I need is a solution
I don’t need perfect holiday
I don’t need perfect memories
What I need is a peace of mind
I don’t need perfect home
I don’t need perfect family
What I need is a comfort
I don’t need perfect love
I don’t need perfect life
What I need is an understanding
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Perfect Girl
perfect girl, perfect smile,
perfect girl, stay for a while.
you hold my heart with your perfect touch,
perfect girl, i love u so much.
This perfect girl has amazing brown eyes.
Full of life attitude,
it's always hard for the goodbyes.
This perfect girl has been through helll and back
but even under hard times
she neva seems 2 crack
she's my perfect lovee :)
she the stars, the moon, nd thee whole sunlight
and before 2day ends,
i hope i can be hur perfect boy tonight
poem by Chris Soares
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Walking In The Shadows, Where The Path Wasn't For Me
tired of walking in the shadows,
down a path not for me,
i made a new path,
but, it was set for death,
i thought it was for me,
never seen the years i had to come,
plus everything i can be,
never felt good enough,
always thought,
it was the path for me,
finally i opened my eyes,
and stopped placing blame,
on people who mad my life,
a living hell,
woke up to find,
i was to blame,
for how my life was going,
nobody but me,
for the mistakes i've made,
in my life until this day,
i changed little by little,
because i will no longer,
just linger in the shadows,
where the path isn't for me,
i'm stronger than ever,
as i tackle my problems,
and find the path,
that i've made for myself,
because i take control,
and become the leader,
instead of the follower,
watching life pass me by,
i know what i want,
now it just time to get it,
without being in the shadows,
and walking down a path,
that i learned,
just wasn't for me.
Copyright © 2009
11-17-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Your Perfect Little Girl...
Your perfect little girl dropped a grade on her report card.
Your perfect little girl yelled at you last night.
Your perfect little girl painted her nails black.
Your perfect little girl lied to you all her life.
Your perfect little girl cries herself to sleep.
Your perfect little girl slits her wrists till she bleeds.
Your perfect little girl hates you.
Your perfect little girl hates herself.
Your perfect little girl has given up on life.
Your perfect little girl had a tantrum today.
Your perfect little girl has her head in the toilet after dinner.
Your perfect little girl wants to run away.
Your perfect little girl hasn't let you dry her tears.
Your perfect little girl disobeyed you.
Your perfect little girl hates the world.
Your perfect little girl is hated by the world.
Your perfect little girl is very unhappy.
Your perfect little girl tried to commit suicide.
Your perfect little girl became a disgrace.
Your perfect little girl keeps alot of secrets.
Your perfect little girl deals with everything on her own
Your perfect little girl had to grow up too fast.
Your perfect little girl is on the edge of breakdown.
Your perfect little girl just isn't so perfect anymore.
poem by Gabriela Valoy
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The Path of Hope
The Path of Hope
The Path of Life is layed before you
Life is like a novel…It has elements
It has Characters
It has Settings
It has a Plot
It has Ideals and Morals
Like Friendship and Love
Like Faith and Sacrifice
Like Fate and Destiny
Like Hope and Despair
There are Paths…Paths of your destiny
The Path of Good or The Path of Evil
The Path of Darkness or The Path of Light
The Path of Hope or The Path of Despair
Only you can choose your path
But chose wisely…For you can’t turn back time
You must follow your heart…For it will guide you
Never give up on your dreams
Always Believe…Trust your heart
Don’t let the bad people get you down
Just Believe,
Trust your Heart,
Have Faith in your Dreams,
Have Hope in the Despair,
Follow the Light in the Darkness
Find the Euphoria in the Sorrows,
Trust your Friends,
Follow the Stars…They will Guide you
May the Stars be a Light for you when all other Lights go out
Life is like a Novel…
poem by Bleeding Heart
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Places among the stars,
Places among the stars,
Soft gardens near the sun,
Keep your distant beauty;
Shed no beams upon my weak heart.
Since she is here
In a place of blackness,
Not your golden days
Nor your silver nights
Can call me to you.
Since she is here
In a place of blackness,
Here I stay and wait
poem by Stephen Crane
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The Perfect Drug
The perfect drug
I got my head, but my head is unraveling
Cant keep control, cant keep track of where its traveling
I got my heart but my heart is no good
And youre the only one thats understood
I come along but I dont know where youre taking me
I shouldnt go but youre reaching back and shaking me
Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you, the more I die
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You make me hard, when Im all soft inside
I see the truth, when Im all stupid eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart
My blood wants to say hello to you
My feelings want to get inside of you
My soul is so afraid to realize
Every little word is a lack of me
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
(whispering)
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the drug, the perfect drug
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
(continues in backround)
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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There was a time
when a filled up space of sorrow
a jigsaw of mixed emotions
cried for emptiness
more tolerable than pain
but nothing is...just that
nothing
horrifying vacuum space
which is why
some people choose...pain
and when they get too much of it
some people choose...vacuum
pain...vacuum...pain...vacuum
there is a time for a smile as well?
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Brighter Side Of Life
think of the laughter of the children
not the weepings of the widows
the blooming of the flower
not the wilting of the leaves
the shooting stars in the galaxies
not the blackholes or the death of stars
plunge into the sea of life and take
the best swim
see the bright colors of the corals and
the fish hiding in the rocks and stones
in the war of our words let us the ceasefire
we're dining and in the middle of things is this red flower
let us wonder about the redness of life
and set aside the blackness of the night
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blackness
Venturing into a big black hole.
Emptiness surrounds, it fills my soul.
The grandness of the blackness takes control.
Hopeless, meaningless damn the blackness.
The blackness inside that does feed us and beats us.
It swallows me up and feeds my soul.
Heats the hate that makes me cold.
It reaches out and takes a hold.
To drive me further in blackness bold.
Further and further it's freakishly cold.
Enveloped yet to be told.
No boundries how far will it go?
We've got to see how dark the black can be.
So venture now to blackness hold.
You must be bold to take this road.
poem by Michael McParland
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The Blackness Of The Black Black Night
THE BLACKNESS OF THE BLACK BLACK NIGHT
The blackness of the black black black night
The blackness inside-
‘The wretch concentred all in self’
Why oh I oh I oh I?
A million times the question comes
Focusing only on number one.
Who are we
And what can we be
If we are only
‘me me me’?
The blackness of the black black night
The blackness deep deep inside
Why oh why oh why oh
Always always always ‘I’?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Miss the Mountains
I pine for eternal snows -
hanging higher when draped in white;
Whe I went there and my breath blew
hard and visible, I derided city life:
the belching buses, the encapsulated airplanes;
Where are these people going anyway?
What vacuum is sucking their heads dry?
Where is is wrttten that they cannot enjoy
a simple dawn, and foresee what can be done with life?
In lieu of mesmerizing clocks, adjusted
by governments; damned be Ben Franklin,
who it is said jokingly inventede 'saving' time...
Lousy joke that, as it kills the lovelorn hills
Grasping twilight that comes too late
in the polluted summer dew.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Night Does Not Know Its Own Blackness
Night does not know its own blackness
Nor do the stars know they are stars-
Only something within us
Only we humans as we are
Mark out and make the natural world real-
Oh how great and wondrous creatures we are,
Who make of so many mindless things
Meanings which live in us,
As the stars in the night are the light of our soul in the distance.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Perfect Father
The Perfect Father
who accepts you
the perfect father
who protects you
The perfect father
what will you do?
but believe in him
and accept Him too
The perfect Father
who gave His life
The perfect Father
is found in Jesus Christ
The perfect Father
who knows your name
The perfect father
who will remain
The perfect Father
who lovingly guides
who wants to lead you
like a shepherd
and walk
by your side
The perfect Father
who listens and holds
The perfect Father
who gently consoles
The perfect Father
who changes you
by his Love and his kindness
and acceptance too
The perfect Father
who understands
This perfect Father
became a man
So that you could come
to personally know Him
and know there is a Father
who is out there my friend
There is a Father
who exist, your not dreaming
He's looking for you
while your searching for Him
He's found in Jesus Christ
Jesus answered, 'I am the way and the truth and the life
no one comes to the father except through me'
(The Holy Bible) John 14: 6
poem by Debbie Bennett
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Lifes path
There are so many paths in life
I guess I could say
I ve walked them all
The right path
The wrong path
The path of pain
The path of good
The path of bad
Which path do I now take
At this present time of life
The path I take is the path of pain.
The path of hurt
So many paths I have walked
But im lost in the path
The path of pain
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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A stars and sky
How nice it looks to watch?
The glimpses of stars and sky to catch
There is nothing unusual in their activity
They are heaven’s ambassadors and celebrities
Certainly we look towards them when there is void
No immediate solution to over come and avoid
As sky represents long kingdom of vacuum
We look at the vastness and only assume
These all objects represent some thing different
Though they all have the qualities very inherent
They speak volumes of their greatness and express
Only in the critical situation we try to look at them and trace
What does day do to us in our life?
Does it not come severely sharp to cut us like knife?
What makes us to be stubborn when it is on its height?
We are not buckling or going down under own weight
At success we celebrate and attempt to rejoice
At failure we assume gloom and loose the voice
The movement around us pushes us to back with noise
We think at this moment to rise and correctly poise
As the life lay open for us to excel or loose
We have ample opportunity to miss or choose
As the day may go up and reach its zenith?
We may not exactly know what lies beneath
We might have not attained perfect peak
But it has not proved us also very weak
The later on events may clearly speak
But certainly the chances are not bleak
As the day approach near to the dead end
The coolness may prevail in trend
The nights may not pave anything
Yet there is scope to do something
Nights are not merely to watch at the sky and think
It may possible save you from going down to sink
This is the time where stars and sky appeal
We see in them our fate open and not sealed
Each stage has got its importance
It may offer you solution at once
They are not dead and represent only vacuum
Only time may teach you how to recoup and consume
So nature and mankind are synonymous
Both have something to do in common and continuous
One has definitely role to offer and accept
A kind of reciprocal gesture without being wept
So life has to be full of enthusiasm
It can not be led in isolation or with idealism
Something concrete has to be put up to counter
The situation may remain same and never alter
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Either something is authentic or it is unauthentic, it is either false or true, make-believe or spontaneous life; yet here we are faced with a prevaricated truth and an authentic fake, hence a thing that is at once the truth and a lie.
Stanislaw Lem in A Perfect Vacuum (1971)
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'Til I Get It Right
(Red Lane - Larry Henley)
I'll just keep on falling in love till I get it right
Right now I'm like a wounded bird hungry for the sky
But if I try my wings and try long enough
I'm bound to learn to fly.
So I'll just keep on falling in love till I get it right
My door to love has opened up more times than in
And I'm either fool or wise enough to open it again
'Cause I'll never know what's beyond the mountain
Till I reach the either side.
So I'll just keep on falling in love till I get it right
If practice makes perfect that I'm near 'bout
As perfect as I'll ever be in my life
So I'll just keep on falling in love till I get it right.
--- Instrumental ---
If practice makes perfect that I'm near 'bout
As perfect as I'll ever be in my life
So I'll just keep on falling in love till I get it right...
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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