A Sad Life..
she sleeps,
she wakes,
she eats,
she cries,
this is a sad little story,
of a sad little life,
she hopes,
she dreams,
she wishes,
she wants,
but the sad part is,
nothing happens.
she needs,
she feels,
she smiles,
she lies,
and suddenly she slowly dies...
poem by Hayley Eastman
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The Space . . .
(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth)
On top of the world like a flag on a mountain
Feeling so high you can feel so alone
Unable to breathe at the height that you flew
Staring on clouds with no view of below
On top of a girl like a dream in a hotel
Falling toward something out of control
Unable to miss like the man in the tram
Crashing your car in amsterdam
He did it without knowing, didn't feel a thing
Just wrecked it and kept going
The space around the stars is something that you know
A billion miles of darkness left your feeling low
The space around the stars is something that you know
Everything about you so perfectly restrained
But everything inside you, bites you
Bites you
Everybody in the whole of the world, feels the same inside
Everybody in the whole, whole of the, whole of the of the world
Everyone is only everyone else
Everybody's got to know
Everybody lives and loves and laughs and cries
And eats and sleeps and grows and dies
Everybody in the whole of the world is the same this time
Everybody in the whole of the world, feels the same inside
Everybody in the whole, whole of the, whole of the, whole of the world
Everyone is only everyone else
Everybody's got to know
Everybody lives and loves and laughs and cries
And eats and sleeps and grows and dies
Everybody in the whole of the world
Everybody is the same this time
In the whole of the world
song performed by by Marillion
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Im Living My Life
Part of my life is tatoo's, penetentry rules
When running yo mouth only seperates the men from the fools
Part of my life is bullets, guns, blood, sweat and tears
This is the part of my life that I've lived for years
Part of my life is dreams, wishes, hopes, happyness
Where I could care less about the world and its current happenings
Part of my life is lies, deciet, greed, envy, and hate
Which so many leaders of our world think is great
Part of my life is all the above
Cause everyday I see sadness and very little love
Part of my life has so much love to give
But I'm catching up with death fast, from the life that I live
Part of my life is wrong nor right
But I need no sympathy, cause I'm living my life.
poem by Daniel Chapman
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Agree to one’s last wishes
With what beliefs one dies
And with what hopes one dies
Those beliefs and those hopes,
As far as one is concerned,
Are as good as fulfilled
Though they aren’t to be so.
Don’t ignore or decline
One’s wishes in the death bed.
20.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Simply Alone
Simply alone as an angel cries
Becoming empty as all her
Hope hides
Simply alone she sits by a window
Bearing wishes of death to Un-fold
Hope lies
Simply alone with out her own home
Beside a story of healing worry
Simply alone and simply Un-known
Hope cries
Simply because she is simply alone
Hope hides hope lies hope cries does hope die?
Or does hope again try?
poem by Susan Covington
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Sonnet: The Beggar's Sleep
Like wooden log, he sleeps with weary mind,
At times, he spends a sleepless night till dawn;
Insects, animalcules, his frame does find;
Giving happiness that birds will sense at morn.
Under the wide and starry night, He lies,
And sleeps in Mother Nature's lap cold earth;
Who cares if he lives or suddenly dies;
Half-naked lies his frame, naked at birth.
With heavy heart, his drunken torso sleeps,
In golden splendour of a Moonlit night;
Sometimes, within his heart, he sadly weeps,
The world of men ignore his nasty plight.
Nevertheless, Heaven is open wide,
How can the Maker ev'r a beggar chide?
poem by John Celes
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On Bishop Atterbury's Burying The Duke Of Buckingham, 1721
I have no hopes, the Duke he says, and dies.
In sure and certain hopes - the prelate cries:
Of these two learned peers, I pr'ythee say, man,
Who is the lying knave, the priest or layman?
The Duke he stands an infidel confess'd:
He's our dear brother, quoth the lordly priest.
The Duke, though knave, still brother dear he cries
And who can say the reverend Prelate lies?
poem by Matthew Prior
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The Epic (Fairground) (Mushroom Farm Demo)
Track 9 of _Season's End_
On top of the world like a flag on a mountain
Feeling so high you can feel so alone
Unable to breathe at the height that you flew
Staring on clouds with no view of below
On top of a girl like a dream in a hotel
Falling towards something out of control
Unable to miss like the man in the tram
Crashing his car in Amsterdam
He did it without knowing
Didn't feel a thing
Just wrecked it and kept going
The space around the stars
Is something that you know
A billion miles of darkness
Left you feeling low
Everything about you
So perfectly restrained
But everything inside you
Bites you
Everybody in the whole of the world
Feels the same inside
Everybody in the whole of the whole of the whole of the world
Everyone is only everyone else
Everybody's got to know
Everybody lives and loves and laughs and cries
And eats and sleeps and grows and dies
Everybody in the whole of the world is the same this time
song performed by by Marillion
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And If An Old Man Dies
AND IF AN OLD MAN DIES
(Yet another reflection on Koheleth)
And if an old man dies
And leaves behind him nothing-
And if an old man dies and leaves behind
Much family and wealth
And friends who remember him-
And if an old man dies
And leaves behind him
A reverenced work
Esteemed through many generations-
And if an old man dies
With a name mankind wishes to take with it to its own grave-
And if an old man dies
And nothing survives of humanity
And all his works and wishes
Bound up with the being of others
Who earthbound will die with the Earth
Or transformed into other kinds of being elsewhere
Lose eventually their essential humanity-
And if an old man dies
As all die
And if we stand forever alone in a universe unknown,
Then what else is there but praying to God
And hoping
That somehow beyond it all in some way we cannot now understand
An old man‘s death will be more or less
Than what we can think or know it to be now-
And if an old man dies,
And somehow never dies
And if God saves us all
And if we are surprised
poem by Shalom Freedman
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She Dies A Little More
Slowly
Ever so slowly
She dies a little more inside
Her dreams
What she hoped
To achieve wastes away
Never
Becoming the
Reality she wishes
Love
Lost and now
Forgotten beneath white ashes
Curiosity
Destroyed
Burned to cinders
Happiness
A fading hope
In a never ending nightmare
Anger
The hot embers
Are the only thing she has now
poem by Autumn Winds
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My Death Is Coming Soon
My death it is coming soon
I can feel it in the air
And I know that I will not be missed
Even when I am lying there.
I have tried the best in this life
And I helped out all that I could
But when it came my time for help
I looked around, and no one stood.
I don't know who I am anymore
I know that I just don't belong
So when I leave this world I wont care
Because I believe my living was all wrong.
My death it is in my dreams
So in reality I am dying everyday
I have pleaded and begged to everyone
Even to GOD I fell to my knees to pray.
I wished that I would be missed before I was gone
I wished someone in myself, would just believe
But all I hear is that I didn't miss much in this life
But they never had to plead, what about me.
If I were someone else it would be a different story
Their life and memories wouldn't be at the end
Someone would be there for them each and everyday
And everywhere they look, they would see a friend.
My life is coming to an end
Everyday I feel the coldness that much more
Now overtime that I look, I am alone
As no one sides with me, no one has done before.
Why must one person in life be treated so bad
Why must his dreams and wishes be washed away
Is everyone else wishes more important that is
Should his dreams and wishes be all erased.
I am told to wish and dream what others expect
Even if its the dreams and wishes that others had
But then all theirs smiles have been from yesterday
And yesterday was the time that made me glad.
My life is almost at its end
I can feel the people walking on my grave
And one thing I do know, it is I will be replaced
And truly I wish everyone a happier and peaceful day.
So why must I be treated the way that I am
I truly do try my best to help people in this life
To see them smile and not to hurt anyone
What wrong could be worth that simple price.
So I wish my life was a better time
I wish and pray that all treated me like a friend
And I wish I wasn't used or took advantage of
And sadly, I wish that my life wasn't coming to its end.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Dad and Son
A dad, a son,
One life, one love,
A road, all alone,
One last strife, from above.
Dad's ticket has been bought,
Dad's heart has been shot.
Unfair, son cries,
Dad dries.
Shaky hands rub son's face,
With embrace,
Dad whispers words,
In son's ear.
Another tear of the son falls,
On dad's palm vanishing with rainfalls.
Can not breathe easy,
Blood flows from dad's body.
Dad smiles and looks his son,
As his hand falls on the ground.
Eyes stay glassy and empty,
A tear dropp stays still on dad's eyelash.
Tears in son's eyes,
Dad slowly dies,
In weak son's hands.
By the road purple lilies smile,
Red roses seem to die.
Son takes a sweet lilie
Lies it in his father's hand,
And whispers slowly;
'I know, I know, me too dad'.
Last dad's words;
Son, I am sorry,
I never said,
But I......
poem by JeanFrancois Denis
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She Cries
She cries when she is sad,
She cries when she is hurt,
She cries for all the little things,
She has been hurt so much,
She feels useless,
She feels like she is just slipping away,
She cuts her wrist,
She cries for help but no one sees her,
Watch her pain,
Watch her dreams fades away,
Watch her die,
Just listen to her when she is down in the blue,
She didn’t know what kind of friends she was making until they start to threaten her,
That girl is me,
I have went through a lot but still tries to hang in there.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Sketchy (2)
how dare
am i
sketching flowers
in her garden
and coloring them
all in blue
she cries
when she sleeps
i change my mind
got some colors
put the stars
and a moon
glows of red
and sparkles of light
bursting
petals of yellow and
orange
sun
flowers and
lush of
grass
green and spreading
she wakes up
and smiles
i am no longer there
into the world
of blue oceans
i have
swam
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Part Of My Life
Can you be a part of my life?
Can you be a part of my life?
Oh its easy to find some one to play with
And almost anyone will do to fill your idle time
But that very special someone,
You can share all your dreams with is so hard to find
And it use to be like me to settle for the physical
But these days it aint too easy to make up my mind
Cause apparently you body just to temporally to take up my precious time
See Ive got to know that
That I can be free with you and
Youve got to show that
That youre worthy of my time
Can you stimulate my mind?
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
I still appreciate the beauty of a man
But theres more to what I need now than what meets the eye
And if beautys only skin deep,
Then your pretty skin wont send me to my highest high
Oh its been along time come for maturity
And I believe that its truly what it has to be
Cause as much as I admire you
My sexual desire, aint controlling me
See Ive got to know that
That I can be free with you and
Youve got to show that
That youre worthy of my time
Can you stimulate my mind?
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
song performed by by India Arie
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Calling Your Name
Private world
Moving fast
I see your face in the distant past
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly
Echoes of an empty room
Assassin at the window below
The concrete jungle sleeps at night
Story ends
Leave him alone
Calling
Calling your name
All that you say goes in vain
I would like to find you
On a voyage
That could find itself true
Centre of a scene
Where a man lies dying in the sun
The concrete jungle sleeps at night
Story ends
Cant leave him alone
Calling
Calling your name
All that you say goes in vain
I would like to find you
On a voyage
That could find itself true
Private world
Moving fast
I see your face in the distant past
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Never let the 'Hope' die...!
Hopes are feathers, a wish is a bird
One may find this simile a little absurd
Hold on, do not lose patience
As I will explain to you the essence
Behind this there is a theory
I shall relate this with a story
Feathers, they keep the bird warm
Likewise hopes keep our wishes strong
Clip the feathers and the bird will not fly
Were it not for hope our wishes would die
My fellow beings, listen to what i have to say
Keep on hoping, what you wish for will come your way
Let your wishes, as birds, freely fly
As long as your hope, you never let die.
poem by Ravi Singh
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Void
Don’t you feel the void
In your eyes?
Don’t your eyes well up
When she cries?
It’s been years…
You’ve seen her.
She knows that you
Miss her.
So why live a life
Full of lies?
Why deny these ties…
Under your deceptive guise?
Do you wait to see the day
She dies…
To bid her those final
Goodbyes?
Unlike the sun and the moon
Once she sets in her ashes,
She’ll never rise.
Even if your heart then
Cries and cries…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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A few solitary thoughts
I sit browsing a world, virtual yet stylish
I have my headset on
A Tamil song played, which I care not
To escape Mamma`s scoldings, only my aim
To the aim my hopes always go
Filled, my mind with hopes and wishes
And eyes still sleepy, I wish 'not again'
An interpretation to dreams, got my mentor to say
Foolish hopes and beliefs with me to act
In real I know not, what does play
To make them all come true.
Dreams do have boundaries
poem by Evangeline Ray
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Funny Abdul
Abdul has habits all so funny
He eats salt mixed with honey
He puts on a lungi and a coat
Sporting thin beard like a goat
He laughs when he feels sorry
And weeps hearing funny story
Sleeping by day, he wakes night
He reports ghosts he had to fight.
In magazines the stories you read
Abdul a funny man, funny indeed!
poem by Binoy Barman
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If Tomorrow
We sit in silent dreams
away from our reality
dreaming our wishes,
our hopes and our prayers
wondering if tomorrow
the world will stop and realise
our wishes hopes and prayers.
We ask so little to be granted,
in the whole scheme of things
and allowing us just one
who know,
could fulfil our lives.
(5 July 2011)
poem by David Harris
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