A pelagornis perched on a stone reflects on its existence. Who better than a dying pelagornis can look back on his past life to reflect on what is left of it, to consider the reasons for celebrating both, and yet to be “happy to know that all will be well? ”
aphorism by Camelia Oprița from Ecce homo (December 2007)
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Why Do People Look Back?
they look back because it is important
perhaps something so important was left
there and there is a need to take it back
to make life move on and be normal again
they look back because the past is worth
the simmer, the sound of the past must have
been so lovely to the ears, and recalling
emboldens the weak to become lion-hearted
but i am looking back for some reasons
i left a part of myself in there and here i am
bringing my body without a soul, taking an
arm without my fingers, a chest without a heart.
i must look back because she is there and she
is dying, and i still have other stories to confess, .
because there is still a need for me to be forgiven.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Happy birthday(cruel undertone reveled)
Happy birthday today you were born,
happy birthday you die a little more,
happy birthday here's to another year of suffering,
happy birthday eat some yummy cake while you slowly deteriorate,
happy birthday your dying as we speak,
isn't it ironic that we are celebrating your birth while were also celebrating your death,
so happy birthday today
your turn 15
I wish you a less suffering year
and a nice peaceful death
happy birthday
happy birthday!
poem by Alizia Sampson
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Mirrors…..
Take a look in the mirror and realize what you see..
Is it really you or someone you cannot be..
What you say in the mirror, is what the mirror tells..
Then why your own mirror, reflects some one else..
Every mirror has a story, it does tell a tale..
It reflects joy of success, and your tears when you fail..
The mirror never lies, it reflects what is true..
If you yourself dont know who you are, how can it reflect you..? ?
You may look perfect in the mirror, but take a look inside..
There are things unsaid, untold, now your eyes fail to hide..
Watch right through your soul, make sure it's not haunting..
Never realized who you are, your self-esteem still taunting..? ?
The mirror reflects a question mark, that is it really fair..? ?
You failed to live for others, for yourself only you care..
Look in the reflective gaze of glass, try finding your mistake..
Move close, Gaze into the lie and realize that it's fake...
Ask the mirror to reflect the facts, and to show the truth..
Wrongs you did in your life, right from childhood to youth..
Stop wishing for more, the mirrages will never be true..
It may be close to perfection, but it is just not you..
Make your soul your mirror, one that doesn't lie..
Make it pure and crystal clear, say a prayer up high..
Your heart reflects the person you are, so there's nothing to hide..
No mirror reflects you better then the one inside..
poem by Abhijit Surve
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No Tears
At a second glance
You thought you recognised despair
For a fraction of a second
You were searching for a reason
You pretended cheerfully,
But instead you tried to hide away
When everybody's laughter
Seems to rip you all apart
And your life carries on the same
And your life will be the same
Going back again to see
Stages from the recent past
But everywhere you turn
There is no chance to continue
Nothing really holds you back
From stepping through that yesterday
For every new beginning
There will be some other end
And when you cry there are no tears left for liberation
You don't listen to your own explanations
There are no rules you left behind from your desperation
There's no need to fear the way, that you've led
You'll run again,
Faster than you've ever been
You don't feel the cold,
It's never been like this before
Determination in your eyes,
Now you don't know the reasons why
You can't say goodbye
But you never really said hello
song performed by by Zeraphine
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Sonnet: There Are Reasons for All Things
There must be reasons for the shaking leaves;
There must be reasons for the swaying trees;
There must be reasons for the drying sheaves;
There must be reasons causing any breeze.
There must be reasons for the waves at sea;
There must be reasons for ripples in pond;
There must be reasons for the sea briny;
There must be reasons for a mutual bond.
There must be reasons for the changing climes;
There must be reasons for both drought and rain;
There must be reasons for good and bad times;
There must be reasons for a boon or bane.
There must be reasons for all things on earth;
But not much reasons why men sin since birth!
poem by John Celes
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It is curious to reflect, for example, upon the remarkable legend of the Philosopher's Stone, one of the oldest and most universal beliefs, the origin of which, however far back we penetrate into the records of the past, we do not probably trace its real source.
quote by Frederick Soddy
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Happy Days
How many days I have left I don't know,
But there is one thing I'm sure is so…
Whether there are few or many more,
I alone will decide what my life's for.
It's for being happy and spreading mirth,
Celebrating what I know I'm worth.
Life is so short there's no time to complain
That when things go wrong, it's all in vain.
A share of good and bad things will transpire
So when it seems hopeless and things are dire,
The difference between sad and happy I see
Is that character in the mirror called "me."
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Dying
I'm Dying, Dying to wake up without you, without you in my head again
I'm Dying, Dying to forget about you, that you ever lived
There's a shade come over this heart that's coping with laying down to rest
I'm Dying to live without you again
I'm Dying, Dying to find a distraction, get you away from me
I'm Dying, Dying to reach a conclusion, so that the world can see
It's the same old story of love and glory that broke before it bent
I'm Dying to live without you again
The first time you left I said goodbye
Now there's not a prayer that can survive
Dying, Dying to die just to come back so we can meet again
Dying, Dying to say what I always should have said
It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this
As long as there's a breath...
I'm Dying and I can't live without you again
It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this
As long as there's a breath...
I'm Dying and I can't live without you
I'm Dying and I can't live without you again
song performed by by Five For Fighting
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Down, Left, Right, Up, Step, See, Lie, Truth, Hate, Love, Happy
Down down down
Let's go down through the ground
Left left left
Go and left the sadness behind
Right right right
Everything will be allright
Up up up
Keep your head up and smile
Step step step
Step forward and look around
See see see
Can you see the miracle called love?
Lie lie lie
People had been a liar sometimes
Yeah, so do i
Truth truth truth
But I'll try to say the truth
In case if I'm not forget yet
Hate hate hate
Never hate yourself
even if you've made mistakes
Love love love
Love your life, your existence
And those around you
Happy happy happy
After all
I'm sure we'll be happy
Reflects The Soul
Your eyes are like a mirror
that reflects your soul.
Some eyes are dark as cobalt
and reflect the deed they do.
Others are a shade of gold
reflect a heart that cares.
While others reflect great sadness
from ill treatment somewhere.
Whatever colour are your eyes
it is not the colour of your soul.
Some people with dark eyes
as jet black as the night.
Hold the gentlest touch
when it comes to others of mankind.
The colour of your eyes
is never an indication to your soul.
It is only passed the colour
does that reflect the soul.
17 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Bereaved One
She sleeps—and I see through a shadowy haze,
Where the hopes of the past and the dreams that I cherished
In the sunlight of brighter and happier days,
As the mists of the morning, have faded and perished.
She sleeps—and will waken to bless me no more;
Her life has died out like the gleam on the river,
And the bliss that illumined my bosom of yore
Has fled from its dwelling for ever and ever.
I had thought in this life not to travel alone,
I had hoped for a mate in my joys and my sorrow—
But the face of my idol is colder than stone,
And my path will be lonely without her to-morrow.
I was hoping to bask in the light of her smile
When Fortune and Fame with their laurels had crown’d me—
But the fire in her eyes has been dying the while,
And the thorns of affliction are planted around me.
There are those that may vent all their grief in their tears
And weep till the past is away in the distance;
But this wreck of the dream of my sunshiny years
Will hang like a cloud o’er the rest of existence.
In the depth of my soul she shall ever remain;
My thoughts, like the angels, shall hover about her;
For our hearts have been reft and divided in pain
And what is this world to be left in without her?
poem by Henry Kendall
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Would u go back in time
Would you go back and relive painful times?
Would you go back when times weren't in line?
The hurt and pain of death?
The happy time when you first got your pet?
Would you go back when nothing went together,
Nothing rhymed, and nothing was forever?
Going back in time would unbury hurtful things.
Going back in time would show your success was once a dream.
Would you go back to say 'Good-bye'?
Would you go back to say 'Hi'?
Do you believe by going back things would be better?
Do you think you can go back and destroy hurtful letters?
The past should be left in the past and sometimes forgotten,
and the future may become even more shocking.
poem by Heather Noble
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The Better Part Of Life
We're all together once again
For the first time in i don't know when
We were so close once upon a time
There were five of us kids at home
Two girls, three boys and dad and mom
But that was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember that old swimming hole
Where we would swim so long ago
And all them possum grapes and muskedines
And do you recall the time
We all got drunk on homemade wine
That was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Life was simple for us then
If only it could be again
How i wish we could go back in time
But time moves on and nothin' lasts
Except the memories from the past
Memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember how we talked as kids
Of what we'd be when we got big
And all the dreams that we held in our minds
I wanted to be a singin' star
And you all said that i'd go far
But that was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember all the fun we had
Back when they say times were bad
And life was good to us and things were fine
We had fun and we had love
And a mom and dad to care for us
But that was is the better part
Of life we left behind
Life was simple for us then
If only it could be again
How i wish we could go back in time
But time moves on and nothin' lasts
Except the memories from the past
Memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
Sweet memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Better Part Of Life
Were all together once again
For the first time in I dont know when
We were so close once upon a time
There were five of us kids at home
Two girls, three boys and dad and mom
But that was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember that old swimming hole
Where we would swim so long ago
And all them possum grapes and muskedines
And do you recall the time
We all got drunk on homemade wine
That was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Life was simple for us then
If only it could be again
How I wish we could go back in time
But time moves on and nothin lasts
Except the memories from the past
Memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember how we talked as kids
Of what wed be when we got big
And all the dreams that we held in our minds
I wanted to be a singin star
And you all said that Id go far
But that was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember all the fun we had
Back when they say times were bad
And life was good to us and things were fine
We had fun and we had love
And a mom and dad to care for us
But that was is the better part
Of life we left behind
Life was simple for us then
If only it could be again
How I wish we could go back in time
But time moves on and nothin lasts
Except the memories from the past
Memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
Sweet memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Forgiveness
When we step on a heart,
to flirt with another,
and then get forgiven:
the process looks simple,
the souls that have love,
traumatized a lot,
to have the courage,
to keep the head high,
pretend to be happy,
to make the perfection,
out of us, the waywards,
are the reasons,
for the existence
of Happy families..
The process may look simple,
for the need of it,
thousands years of obedience,
those men and women,
are the reasons,
for this earth,
to have the human nests,
that procreate generations,
of level headed individuals,
who have had harmony at home,
enjoyed the peace,
at the expense of these victims,
who have the courage,
to forgive, but suffer in silence.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A Slow Death
Miss you so much and it feels terrible to live without you
Existence of mine appears to have no meaning since you are no more in my life
My heart bleeds for you and trust me, your memories are still with me
Imagining my existence without you is a terrible feeling to go through
My heart still screams for you although the silence says you are not mine anymore
I even know that you not watching over me anymore
Totally, out of sight you have turned to be
Can I imagine a life without you?
No, it is very difficult to do
Heart bleeds, memories are only thing left to hold on to
I scream for your love although you do not hear anymore
Dying, a slow death, without your existence, I have turned to be.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Mirror mirror…
A mirror reflects all but lies.
Reflects the things
Everyone denies.
Reflects the way
You shaped yourself.
Reflects the things
Complex, simple, hidden and obvious.
Reflects the things
We have done in our lives.
Reflects the things
We don’t want to see.
But it has never reflected
Me.
In darkness and alone
I sit at the edge
Of icy cold black water.
Mirror mirror…
I sit their staring at no reflection
Thinking of the things I am,
Daughter, student, sister, lover.
But it does not define to me who I am.
I see all the things
I don’t want to see.
Perhaps than there is no “me”?
I do not exist in my reflections.
I can not find me in those titles.
Mirror mirror…
Perhaps then it is fact
Am I nothing more but that?
So should I satisfy with the things I see?
Is life’s lesson then that you should “just be”?
Is there nothing more then the endless time passing?
Mirror mirror…
Perhaps it is why it is never said
That a mirror holds an answer.
poem by Zarina Binda
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Welcome to Your Long Dying
Welcome, to your long dying-
Unsaid words, empty gestures
The substance you always searched for
Was never real, and you discover
We will all be dying alone
Of grief, of the faux, negligible existence
Everything taken away at the end
Dark holocaust swallow us whole
And strangle the last sound we make
Welcome, to nights of tremulous tears
Inside the winding cloth you've made:
The teeming brain's multiforme emotions
The day you were born, an empty place was created also
You were never too rare or special to die
The train whistle announces you've been left behind
To contemplate your impersonal end
We are clothed of the same dust
All arrows point in the same direction
Both the high and low road are a mobius strip
Eternal life, but a dream of dimensional matter
Held for a short time in bondage-
Time on any scale is nearly invisible to us
Welcome, to your long dying
Which is but the first breath of non-existence.
poem by Patti Masterman
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In Heaven By Mistake
He came back from Heaven
told his tale fixed-eyed
and saintly.
'I saw God on the throne' he said
'a host of angels
and people from my past
my grandmother and others
all there
smiling.
But it was clear I didn't fit.
I do not like happy
and everyone there was.
They called me in to ask why
I was not happy there.
I said I didn't know why.
But my answer came
later to me
that heaven was nice
but not without my friends.
I asked how did I get here?
I don't remember even dying.
They explained that likely
I had died
but somebody
decided it just wasn't my time.
I was in heaven just temporarily
just trying out;
waiting to go back.
That made sense.
Not my time
and now I'm back.
One of the few apparently
who came back with the
memory of heaven intact.
That had to be it.
I really was there.
Don't you believe me?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Hard To Hold On
hello does the moon shine the same still
because it seem am on this
road all alone
just trying to belong
to something great that you have
and i feel its all best left in the past
i turn my head and walk back
only to be back on track
its hurts when you're holding on
and your love is moving on
i show that am smiling
but in side am dying
can't come to grips
with life that we live
as i sit and watch love leave
poem by Robert Roberts
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