Murdered (my Daddy Murdered Me)
my name is emily I am but three
im a little girl whos ugly
I hear the car door
oh no dads home
my head is brusied
my leg is sore
dad is comming
he is mad
i never ever did
anything bad
he slams open the door
she grabs my hair then swore
I scream and cry
my hair he tore
I lay there twiching on the floor
mum has the phone in her hand
my father is a disturbed man
and the police take dad away
on the floor in blood i lay
till im buried in the ground
till im stitting on a cloud
my name is emily i am but three
tonight my daddy murdered me
poem by Jojo Leigh
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Being Emily
She stomped on my ground
To furrow my heart,
This girl Emily.
Far and far away
With cinnamon hair
And glorious eyes,
She wrote tasty poems
For me and my kind.
Being Emily, however,
Was a curse.
Her husband was a wild-eyed puncher
Who pulled her around by her cinnamon hair,
Pretending to choke her
For the least infraction.
It burns me to distraction:
For Emily is my girl.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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(Angry Poem) Blood On The Floor
Mark My Words,
This Will Not End Good.
I Can Already See The Blood On Floor.
Spilt Everywhere.
All Because Of You.
All Because You Can Never Lose.
Always Right Never Wrong.
Just Walk Away Leave It Alone.
Its Like Trying To Talk To A Brick Wall.
There's Just No Way To Get Through To You.
Mark My Words,
This Will No End Good. I Can Already Blood On The Floor.
Must We Go Through This Once More.
The Stress Builds,
The Headache Becomes A Migraine.
Too Close To Just Losing It.
Becoming Completely Insane
Going On A Rampage.
I Just Can't Stop Now,
I Won't Stop Now.
Not Till The Place Is Burnt To The Ground.
Buried In Mounds Of Ash Lie's A Key chain Its All That Will Be Left Of You.
Please Oh Please Just Stop Enough Is Enough.
A Scream After Every Heartbeat.
No Reason,
No Logic Behind All This.
Just Swallow That God Damn Pride.
Or Just Go Kill Yourself,
Yes Oh Yes Beautiful Suicide.
This World Would Be So Much Of A Better Place.
Mark My Words,
This Will Not End Good.
I Can Already See The Blood On The Floor.
You Opened This Door.
Now Theirs No Going Back.
You Better Just Shut Up Now, Now, Now.
I Say Bow, Bow, Bow,
Beg For Mercy, Kiss My God Damn Feet.
For We Have Reach The Tipping Point.
Just Relax It Will Be Quick.
It Will Be A Great Ending To This.
Mark My Words,
This Will Not End Good.
I Can Already See The Blood On The Floor.
As The Anger In Me Soar.
Like An Eagle I'm Flying So High Right Now.
With Nothing But Pure Adrenaline
I'm Prepared To Rip You Heart Out With My Talons So Sharp.
Mark My Words,
This Will Not End Good.
I Can already See The Blood On The Floor.
Theirs Just So Much Blood On The Floor.
Just So God Damn Much Blood On The Floor.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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It Happens in the B.R. Families
'Twas on the shores that round our coast
From Deal to Newport lie
That I roused from sleep in a huddled heap
An elderly wealthy guy.
His hair was graying, his hair was long,
And graying and long was he;
And I heard this grouch on the shore avouch,
In a singular jazzless key:
"Oh, I am a cook and a waitress trim
And a maid of the second floor,
And a strong chauffeur and a housekeeper,
And the man who tends the door!"
And he shook his fists and he tore his hair,
And he started to frisk and play,
Till I couldn't help thinking the man had been drinking,
So I said (in the Gilbert way):
"Oh, elderly man, I don't know much
Of the ways of societee,
But I'll eat my friend if I comprehend
However you can be
"At once a cook and a waitress trim
And the maid of the second floor,
And a strong chauffeur and a housekeeper,
And the man who tends the door."
Then he smooths his hair with a nervous air,
And a gulp in his throat he swallows,
And that elderly guy he then lets fly
Substantially as follows:
"We had a house down Newport way,
And we led a simple life;
There was only I," said the elderly guy,
And my daughter and my wife.
"And of course the cook and a waitress trim
And the maid of the second floor,
And a strong chauffeur and a housekeeper,
And the man who tends the door."
"One day the cook she up and left,
She up and left us flat.
She was getting a hundred and ten a mon-
Th, but she couldn't work for that.
"And the waitress trim was her bosom friend,
And she wouldn't stay no more;
And our strong chauffeur eloped with her
Who was the maid of the second floor.
"And we couldn't get no other help,
So I had to cook and wait.
It was quite absurd," wept the elderly bird.
"I deserve a better fate.
"And I drove the car and I made the beds
Till the housekeeper up and quit;
And the man at the door found that a bore,
Which is why I am, to wit:
"At once a cook and a waitress trim
And the maid of the second floor,
And a strong chauffeur and a housekeeper,
And the man who tends the door."
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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Why daddy?
I got the phone call yesterday
It came as a real shock
As I was just doing my homework
Listening to that vexing tick tock
They said...
“I am really sorry to say
Your daddy has passed away
He was killed in a roadside bomb
I’m sorry...” and she hung up the phone
I stood still
As dead as a rock
But all I could think was wont
Someone shut up that stupid clock
I pulled it from the wall
And watched it shatter to pieces
As the tears welled up in my eyes
Like an over flowing bath
I slowly sank to the floor
Just like an airless balloon
I sat there pondering
Daddy why did you leave me
I sat there wondering
We were good together; weren’t we?
A sudden knock at the door
Ringed through my head
They had come to get me
Co’s daddy was dead
As quickly as possible
I raced around
Trying to stop them
With anything found
I was crazy frantic
“I don’t know what to do! ”
I grabbed the knife desperately
It was the only thing I could do
I just want to see daddy
And I hit the floor with a thud
As they bust of the door
And saw the pool of blood
Im only 12 plz dont be too harsh
Hush Little Sister
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
I can see your arms
Bloodied and bruised
That's strange, little sister
Mine were like that too
I know you scream
When Daddy's there
Hush, little sister
I know you're scared
I can see the way
He's hurting you
I'm sorry, little sister
He did that to me too
I know that people
Ignore what's going on at home
That makes me angry, little sister
You shouldn't have to be alone
Hey, little sister
You want to know why I'm not there?
It's a sad story, little sister
But people should care
You see, little sister
One day Daddy got high
You were asleep in your crib
So you didn't hear my cry
He screamed at me
And smashed my head against the door
While you slept, little sister
I died on the floor
You know, little sister
I don't think that I would have died
If someone had only bothered
To listen to my cries
But hush, little sister
Daddy's coming home
Quick, get into bed
You don't want him to find you alone
I'm sorry little sister
He's in a bad mood
Run while you can
Uh oh little sister
He's lifting his belt
Scream while you can, little sister
Call for help
Hush little sister
You don't need to cry
No one can hurt you
You're in my arms tonight.
poem by Brie Carter
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Hush, Little Sister
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
I can see your arms
Bloodied and bruised
That's strange, little sister
Mine were like that too
I know you scream
When Daddy's there
Hush, little sister
I know you're scared
I can see the way
He's hurting you
I'm sorry, little sister
He did that to me too
I know that people
Ignore what's going on at home
That makes me angry, little sister
You shouldn't have to be alone
Hey, little sister
You want to know why I'm not there?
It's a sad story, little sister
But people should care
You see, little sister
One day Daddy got high
You were asleep in your crib
So you didn't hear my cry
He screamed at me
And smashed my head against the door
While you slept, little sister
I died on the floor
You know, little sister
I don't think that I would have died
If someone had only bothered
To listen to my cries
But hush, little sister
Daddy's coming home
Quick, get into bed
You don't want him to find you alone
I'm sorry little sister
He's in a bad mood
Run while you can
Uh oh little sister
He's lifting his belt
Scream while you can, little sister
Call for help
Hush little sister
You don't need to cry
No one can hurt you
You're in my arms tonight.
poem by Charlotte Marie Peachey
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Why Don't You Come Over
VERSE 1
Don't you worry, pretty baby
Everything's alright
Its another day tomorrow
and another night.
You can tell me how your feeling
every single word
I was having trouble sleeping
like the early bird
who just want's to be heard
CHORUS
Why don't you come over
I can't stop thinking of you
Why don't you come over
My heart wont rest "till you do
pick up the phone
your clothes from the floor
the sleep in your eyes
and walk through the door
I'll turn on the light
Why don't you come over
why don't you come over
why don't you come over tonight
VERSE 2
We can sit down at the table
let your problems drown
I know how to get you smiling
how to be your clown
there's no need to think about it
Just come as you are
I'll be waiting by the window
for my shining star
you know it's not that far
CHORUS
Pick up the phone
your clothes from the floor
the sleep in your eyes
and walk through the door.
I'll turn out the light
Why don't you come over
why don't you come over
why don't you come over tonight.
song performed by by Air Supply
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Rickie (Wants A Man Of Her Own)
Well look out mama your little girl she has changed
She cut her baby curls
And she's got her act rearranged
Look out daddy what she needs now
She can't find at home
Oh rickie wants a man of her
She wants a man of her
Rickie wants a man of her own
Mama says her little girl won't talk to her anymore
She just goes in her room, turns on the radio and shuts
The door
She's got her own bathroom, tv, stereo, extension phone
Oh, but mama, rickie wants a man of her
She wants a man of her
Rickie wants a man of her own
Well daddy says when he drop her off friday night at the
Gym
She slides way down in the front seat
So the kids won't see her with him
She don't do no work
She won't tell nobody when she's coming home
And she makes poor daddy wait down on the corner
At midnight all alone
Well daddy's pullin' out his hair
He says that girl ain't got no direction
She don't care to bring her boyfriends home
To pass daddy's inspection
Now we're left peeking through the curtains
Everytime that we hear a horn blow
Well i guess rickie wants a man of her own
Mama says: "son, talk to her, she'll listen to you"
Yeah, she listens real nice and she does what she wants
To do
Well daddy says: "she wears her jeans so tight
Well, you change 'em or you're staying home"ah, but daddy, rickie wants a man
Of her
She wants a man of her
Rickie wants a man of her own
She's almost grown
Rickie wants a man of her
She wants a man of her
Rickie wants a man of her own
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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The Lady’s Lament
Never happy any more!
Aye, turn the saying o'er and o'er,
It says but what it said before,
And heart and life are just as sore.
The wet leaves blow aslant the floor
In the rain through the open door.
No, no more.
Never happy any more!
The eyes are weary and give o'er,
But still the soul weeps as before.
And always must each one deplore
Each once, nor bear what others bore?
This is now as it was of yore.
No, no more.
Never happy any more!
Is it not but a sorry lore
That says, “Take strength, the worst is o'er”?
Shall the stars seem as heretofore?
The day wears on more and more—
While I was weeping the day wore.
No, no more.
Never happy any more!
In the cold behind the door
That was the dial striking four:
One for joy the past hours bore,
Two for hope and will cast o'er,
One for the naked dark before.
No, no more.
Never happy any more!
Put the light out, shut the door,
Sweep the wet leaves from the floor.
Even thus Fate's hand has swept her floor,
Even thus Love's hand has shut the door
Through which his warm feet passed of yore.
Shall it be opened any more?
No, no, no more.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Betrayed
I WENT back to our home to-day
That still its robe of roses wore;
My feet took the old easy way,
And led me to our door.
And you are gone and never more
Those little feet of yours will come
To meet me at the open door,
The threshold of our home.
The door unlatched did not protest:
I entered, and the silence drew
My steps towards the little nest
That once I shared with you.
There lay your fan, your open book,
Your seam half-sewn, and I could see
The window whence you used to look--
Yes, once you looked--for me.
Print of your little head caressed
Our pillow still, and on the floor
Still lay, dropped there when last you dressed,
The scarf and rose you wore.
All should have spoken of you plain,
Yet, when I bade the silence tell
Of you, my bidding was in vain,
I could not break its spell.
The silence would not speak, my dear,
Till the last level light grew dim;
Then, in the twilight I could hear;
The silence spoke--of him.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Hush Little Sister
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
I can see your arms
Bloodied and bruised
That's strange, little sister
Mine were like that too
I know you scream
When Daddy's there
Hush, little sister
I know you're scared
I can see the way
He's hurting you
I'm sorry, little sister
He did that to me too
I know that people
Ignore what's going on at home
That makes me angry, little sister
You shouldn't have to be alone
Hey, little sister
You want to know why I'm not there?
It's a sad story, little sister
But people should care
You see, little sister
One day Daddy got high
You were asleep in your crib
So you didn't hear my cry
He screamed at me
And smashed my head against the door
While you slept, little sister
I died on the floor
You know, little sister
I don't think that I would have died
If someone had only bothered
To listen to my cries
But hush, little sister
Daddy's coming home
Quick, get into bed
You don't want him to find you alone
I'm sorry little sister
He's in a bad mood
Run while you can
Uh oh little sister
He's lifting his belt
Scream while you can, little sister
Call for help
Hush little sister
You don't need to cry
No one can hurt you
poem by by unknown author
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The Pin
"Dear me! what signifies a pin!
I'll leave it on the floor;
My pincushion has others in,
Mamma has plenty more:
A miser will I never be,"
Said little heedless Emily.
So tripping on to giddy play,
She left the pin behind,
For Betty's broom to whisk away,
Or some one else to find;
She never gave a thought, indeed,
To what she might to-morrow need.
Next day a party was to ride,
To see an air-balloon!
And all the company beside
Were dress'd and ready soon:
But she, poor girl, she could not stir,
For just a pin to finish her.
'Twas vainly now, with eye and hand,
She did to search begin;
There was not onenot one, the band
Of her pelisse to pin!
She cut her pincushion in two,
But not a pin had slidden through!
At last, as hunting on the floor,
Over a crack she lay,
The carriage rattled to the door,
Then rattled fast away.
Poor Emily! she was not in,
For want of justa single pin!
There's hardly anything so small,
So trifling or so mean,
That we may never want at all,
For service unforseen:
And those who venture wilful waste,
May woeful want expect to taste.
poem by Ann Taylor
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Stay With Me
In the mornin' don't say you love me,
'Cause I'll only kick you out of the door
I know your name is Rita 'cause your perfume's smellin' sweeter
Since when I saw you down on the floor. Oh, guitar
Won't need too much persuadin'
I don't mean to sound degradin',
But with a face like that you got nothin' to laugh about.
Red hair, lips and fingernails,
I hear you're a mean old Jezebel
Let's go upstairs and read my Tarot cards
Come on
Stay with me, stay with me
For tonight you'd better stay with me
Stay with me, stay with me
For tonight you'd better stay with me
Come on
So, in the mornin', don't say you love me
'Cause you know I'll only kick you out the door
Yeah, I'll pay your cab fare home, you can even use my best cologne,
Just don't be here in the mornin' when I wake up
Keyboard, come on
Stay with me, stay with me
For tonight you'd better stay with me
Get up, get out now
Stay with me, stay with me
For tonight you'd better stay with me
Say what's your name again
song performed by by Train
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I See You
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
Sun smiling sun through the cave of your hair
Wind washing tulips out of space sitting there
I love you
At your door second floor first world war
I love you
Who listens
Tell your friend Im aware that she care
Who listens
Green specks bright spiraling out in the sky
Catch my eye turn my head have to look dont know why
I see you
Everywhere behind your hair over there
I see you
I see you though your eyes can tell lies I sympathize,
I see you
Sun smiling sun through the cave of your hair
Wind washing tulips out of space sitting there
I love you
[guitar solo]
I see you
Everywhere behind your hair over there
I see you
I love you at your door second floor first world war
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
song performed by by Yes
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I See You
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
Sun smiling sun through the cave of your hair
Wind washing tulips out of space sitting there
I love you
At your door second floor first world war
I love you
Who listens
Tell your friend Im aware that she care
Who listens
Green specks bright spiraling out in the sky
Catch my eye turn my head have to look dont know why
I see you
Everywhere behind your hair over there
I see you
I see you though your eyes can tell lies I sympathize,
I see you
Sun smiling sun through the cave of your hair
Wind washing tulips out of space sitting there
I love you
[guitar solo]
I see you
Everywhere behind your hair over there
I see you
I love you at your door second floor first world war
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
song performed by by Yes
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Eartquake (1)
(1)
Though I converge yesterday
Now I want to meet you again
To see you is face long lasting
Under the pteromax lamps
Until your father and mothers
Came from markets
Selling the batiste
Till dinner
Till time to learn come
Till your father come
Ask about our school lesson
Till time to sleep come
I went to my home
Ride bicycle
Across the cold night
Across the whole black
Trees
Around me
Till
I knock the door
When my mother
Still wait and open the door
For me
But now I found empty
No life after earthquake
(Prasetya Utama, Ciluar Bogor,8/15/2006)
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Finesse by Talile Ali
the pipe was cracked from over-use
the windows were all steamed
The sheets were pulled from much abuse
the door ajarred and gleemed
as the cleaning lady with her key
about her busy ways
bags the trash as usual
the beddings second place
trips and screams, to her surprise
a lump upon the floor
this over-worked professional
checked out the night before
the scream attracks the manager
So cool, he grabs the phone
smoothing his hair, quickly conveys
this ridget bag of bones
the cops are quick to so address
this tragedy in blue
with such finesse this street princess
is shuttled to her tomb
Copyright © 2009
poem by Talile Ali
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Blood On The Floor
Written by jeremy spencer.
Well goodbye world
Its sad but true
Got a date with the hangman
I have to leave you
I shot my darlin
Three times of more
The reason Im goin
Is blood on the floor
The nights are so lonely
The days are so long
Im in the jailhouse
Cause they say Ive done wrong
I dont say Im sorry
I just say Im sore
The reason Im goin
Is blood on the floor (blood on the floor)
Well I came home one night
She were lyin,
With her legs around
Another mans bod
She saw me, stared laughin
But she cried, when she saw my gun
Goodbye world
I guess we must part
Theyre taking my life
Cause I shot my sweetheart
I dont say Im sorry
I just say Im sore
The reason Im goin
Is blood on the floor
Oh the reason Im goin
Is blood on the floor
Oh the reason Im goin
Is the blood on the floor
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Cherokee Bend
His father was a man who could never understand
The shame on a red mans face
So they lived in the hills and they never came down
But to trade in the white mans place
It was early in the spring when the snow had disappeared
They came down with a bag of skins
In the fall of the year of 1910
Daddy died by the rope down in cherokee bend.
Daddy didnt like what the white man said
bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didnt like what the white man did
Nor the deal or the way that he lied
There was blood on the floor of the government store
When the men took his daddy away
But the boy stayed back till he come to his end
And he run like the wind from cherokee bend.
Now the mother was alone and the winter was at hand
And she prayed to her spirit kin
It was warm in the lodge in the kentucky hills
On the day when the boy came in
Then a blizzard came down and it covered up the door
Till they thought that it never would end
And he told her the tale of the terrible affair
In the government store down in cherokee bend
Daddy didnt like what the white man said
bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didnt like what the white man did
Nor the deal or the way that he lied
For three long days and three long nights
They wept and they mourned and then
She returned to her work and her weavin
And they tried to forget about cherokee bend
Now the boy wasnt big but he hunted what he could
And they lived for a time that way
But the food run low and the meat went bad
And she said to the boy one day
Im leaving tonight and I never will return
From the land of my spirit kin
You must take what you need and trade what you can
For a red mans grave down in cherokee bend
It wasnt very long till she closed her eyes
And he wrapped her in a robe
He found her a place on the side of the hill
And he buried her in the snow
Early in the spring he was seen in the town
With his load looking ragged and thin
Not a year had gone by till he stood once again
In the government store down in cherokee bend
He was ten years tall and a redskin too
So he hadnt much face to save
And the men sat around and they laughed and they clowned
At the talk of a criminals grave
Then the man from the east didnt smile when he said
Youre the son of that indian scum
If you value your hide then you better abide
By the white mans rules here in cherokee bend.
Daddy didnt like what the white man said
bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didnt like what the white man did
Nor the deal or the way that he lied
And he spit on the floor of the government store
And it served him to no good end
At the close of the day they had taken him away
To the white mans school down at cherokee bend
Its been 21 years since the boy disappeared
Where he run to, nobody knows
But they say he fell in with a man named jim
And he rides in the rodeos
And they say he returns all alone to a place
Hidden deep in the kentucky glen
And its pretty well known who hauled up the stone
To the grave on the hill above cherokee bend
Daddy didnt like what the white man said
bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didnt like what the white man did
Nor the deal or the way that he lied
There was blood on the floor of the government store
When the men took his daddy away
It was 1910 and they never had a friend
When he died by the rope down at cherokee bend
It was 1910 and they never had a friend
When he died by the rope down at cherokee bend
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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The Tramp
He sleeps alone in the damp
And rests his head upon a door
The only bed he knows is the floor,
The tramp
Turned up collar and worn out shoes
He doesnt care cause he hasnt got nothing to lose
He sleeps alone in the damp
And rests his head upon a door
The only bed he knows is the floor,
The tramp
No companion to take him home
His only friends are the kind that just leave him alone
No one knows just how lonely his life has been
In a world that lives in a dream
He sleeps alone in the damp
And rests his head upon a door
The only bed he knows is the floor,
The tramp
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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