Pasted! (january 10 2011)
i live the pasted, dreaming the future.
afraid if i let go then no one will care about me
afraid no one will really understand me because of the pasted, because i'f i didn't always tell them about my pasted then they will say I'm nothingthat i don't know what it like to have a bad pasted
afraid if i don't let go then i'm going to lose everyone i love and i don't what that
i need help out of the pasted and in to the future
so how do i come in to the future after being so long in my pasted?
poem by juggalette Tiffany ann
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poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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Wasted
Im wasted again
Pasted out dont know who I am
Im so wasted again
Black out dont know where Ive been
Or who I am
I thought I could make it on my own
I thought I was indestructible
I had an excuse cause i was young
I thought I was so untouchable
I would throw it all away
I would throw my life away
Im wasted again
Pasted out dont know who I am
Im so wasted again
Black out dont know where Ive been
I couldnt admit that I was wrong
I didnt fit in didnt belong
I was young
I was stupid
A life of despair
I was proud
I was angry
I just didnt care
I was everything I never wanted to be
I became my enemy
I would throw it all away
I would throw my life away
Im wasted again
Pasted out dont know who I am
Im so wasted again
Black out dont know where Ive been
or who I am
They Said I had potential
They said I got whats coming to me
They say I got the devil (the devil)
and I dont know whats wrong with me
whats wrong with me
Im wasted again
Pasted out dont know who I am
So wasted again
Black out dont know where Ive been
Im wasted again
Pasted out dont know who I am
So wasted again
Black out dont know where Ive been
Cause Im wasted again (so wasted)
Im wasted again (so wasted)
Im wasted again (so wasted)
Im wasted again (so wasted)
(so wasted)
(so wasted)
(so wasted)
song performed by by Goldfinger
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Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face
Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.
Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you'd be forced to smell your feet.
Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.
Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.
Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,
remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place--
be glad your nose is on your face!
poem by Jack Prelutsky
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Every age has a keyhole to which its eye is pasted.
quote by Mary McCarthy
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time can be scissored and and pasted
the way an elephant is done from bits and pieces
of colourful papers when a child
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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In The Ground
I went to where you lay today
Stood there staring at the groud
Seems like only yesterday
You were still around
Funny how the years of pasted
Since are last kiss
Now just tears are found
Someday we'll be togather again
When I too am in the ground
poem by David Kush
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When I was in middle school, some of my so-called friends found a catalogue ad I did for Superman pajamas. They made as many copies as they could and pasted them up all over school.
quote by Jensen Ackles
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Read Me!
Life is full of coloured posters,
You'll find them pasted everywhere,
On walls, on doors, on hoardings,
Triangular, round and square.
On vans, lorries and buses,
Wherever there's a space,
You're, bombarded by them constantly,
They are right there in your face.
On anything, they'll stick them,
No matter where that may be,
They leave your brain in tatters,
As they shout at you, READ ME!
We've become an 'Advert' nation,
And the future's looking black,
You never know, you might even find,
That they've stuck one, on your back!
This is dedicated to Sally, as it is her words READ ME, that inspired me to write this one.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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East Hampton happens to have been the first place in the world where I was a star, a real star with a star pasted above my name on the dressing-room door.
Believers
To those who believe everything I say to be real and true
What's wrong with you?
Think about what I say.
Could I write in such a way.
If It was a now as in the present.
Events pasted are part of my life as I see relevant
No I don't portray what is truths, wholesome, and for the best.
Forget all you think you know
For its not for the best
I'm a character as we all are
Playing my part
As horrible it might seem
It's me for me
Please open your eyes and just see
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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No soliciting and loitering here
Oh! How can I explain my plight?
Violators will be prosecuted the rusty board says.
I pasted my poor scribbling on that oblique board and left alone.
Is there any other place in the world someone who could accepts me cordially?
* May the happy Christmas would release all the barriers against humanity!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Goodbye
How sad it is to say goodbye
To a friend before it's time
It makes you want to cry
All the things you wanted to say
That never came about
For all you wanted is to catch up
On the years that pasted you bye
To fill in all the spaces that were left
By the last time we said
GOODBYE
poem by David Kush
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You’ll be a true believer
Now if you load your rifle
with magazines pasted together
for a quick swap
and point it at the enemy
and pull the trigger
and do it right
in short bursts,
you’ll suddenly
know the meaning
of life and death
and when others die
next to you
while you go out on patrol
you’ll know
how unreasonable fate is
and that life’s an illusion
and you’ll be a true believer
in the almighty God
and somehow
and you’ll know
that He walks along.
poem by Gert Strydom
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script 1 of Ella 10 hours ago.
DEPRESSION is not a sign of weakness
it is a sign that you have been trying to be strong for too long.
Put this as your status if you know someone who has
or has had depression.
Will you do it and leave it on your status for at least an hour?
Most people won't, but it's mental health week
and 1 in 3 of us will suffer at some point in our lives.
Show your support good people.
I copy and pasted, will you?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XCVI: Fear
I don’t afraid of being old, I’m only afraid of being weak
I don’t afraid of being ugly, I’m only afraid of being useless
I don’t afraid of being nameless, I’m only afraid of being not loved
I don’t afraid of being lost, I’m only afraid of being blind
I don’t afraid of being dumb, I’m only afraid of being hopeless
I don’t afraid of being poor, I’m only afraid of being ungrateful
I don’t afraid of being loser, I’m only afraid of being coward
I don’t afraid of being bound, I’m only afraid of being fake
I don’t afraid of being wrong, I’m only afraid of being oblivious
I don’t afraid of being suffered, I’m only afraid of being surrender
I don’t afraid of being alone, I’m only afraid of being bored
I don't afraid of being loss, I'm only afraid of being lied
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Take The Pain Away! (january 22 2011)
i sit here away feeling the pain
the pain of losing you
the pain of being alone.
the pain of my heart breaking
the pain of longing for you.
the pain that my pasted has made for me
the pain the razor makes when it slides across my arm to make me get away from the pain inside.
the pain has taken over my life never giving me a min to be happy
please won't you take the pain away please!
poem by juggalette Tiffany ann
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Never My Heart
You asked me how I knew
I just knew it was you
Right from the very start
You took away my heart
And never gave it back to me
Even after I set you free
To find someone better than me
Those feelings wouldn't let me be
For what seems like an eternity
So now I hold you in my dreams
For in my dreams you must be
Life has pasted us by
In yesterdays you will always be mine
Now till the end time
For I have never let go
In my heart
poem by David Kush
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The Fury Of Rain Storms
The rain drums down like red ants,
each bouncing off my window.
The ants are in great pain
and they cry out as they hit
as if their little legs were only
stitched on and their heads pasted.
And oh they bring to mind the grave,
so humble, so willing to be beat upon
with its awful lettering and
the body lying underneath
without an umbrella.
Depression is boring, I think
and I would do better to make
some soup and light up the cave.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Missionary Position
the usual stuff really
man on top of woman
her legs entwined
to his muscled back
his feet rooted in bed
his pelvis pasted on hers
her arms clutching the
blanket and the side
of the bed
she is so helpless
as he throbs all his
strength to her
the usual stuff that
we do when no one
cares to watch
because it is something
so lovely and so
private
and then we sleep
so soundly
we do not notice
another day
poem by Antonio Liao
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In the spirit of Rumi - 71 - In praise of Metaphor
It’s not a playground where
you run around shouting
without noticing whether
there’s a listener
or a playgroup where
there’s paper, paste, scissors,
all over the place,
thoughts pasted on thoughts,
without noticing anyone else
no, it’s some specific calling,
saying, see that far-off other?
we’re related; see us as together,
your surprise may tell you
about that vastness –
maybe, awe, wonder, beauty,
wisdom, truth…goodness…
so treat me, metaphor,
as if god’s priest:
respectfully, sparingly, carefully;
as you would look at twins,
each sleeping, but holding hands;
love requires that
poem by Michael Shepherd
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