Scary But Fun
The first time you rode your bicycle down the streets, you fell on your hands,
(? ) and bruises, the first time you dropped then you ran,
Scary but fun, take a chance in life you have one/won,
A little bit scary, but fun, did you forget what its like to be young?
I remembered I learned how to water-ski, and the road ran over my head,
Broke several bones in my body, I got right up and did it again
Scary but fun take a chance in life you have one/won,
A little bit scary, but fun, did you forget what its like to be young,
See you standing on the corner, watching lights as the action goes by,
Hearing music coming from the neighbour, as they sit in the silence, hear them cry,
Take to your wings, butterfly,
Scary, but fun, crazy, but so much fun,
Scary, but fun, crazy, but so much fun,
Scary but fun, take a chance in life you have one/won,
Scary, little bit scary, but fun, did you forget what its like to be young?
Fun! (x3)
Fun! (x3)
Fun! young! fun!
Im a little bit scary, but Im fun,
Just a little scary, but so much fun,
Fun.
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Is It Scary?
Theres a ghost out in the hall
Theirs a goul beneath the bed
Now its coming through the walls
Now its coming down the stairs
Then theres screaming in the dark
Hear the beating of his heart
Can you feel it in the air
Ghosts be hiding everywhere
Im gonna be
Exactly what you wanna see
Its you whose haunting me
Your warning me
To be the stranger
In your life
Am I amusing you
Or just confusing you
Am I the beast
You visualised
And if you wanna to see
Eccentrialities
Ill be grotesque
Before your eyes
Let them all materialise
Is that scary for you baby
Am I scary for you oh
Is it scary for you baby
Is it scary for you
You know the stranger is you
Is it scary for you baby
Theres a creak beneath the floor
Theres a creak behind the door
Theres a rocking in the chair
But nobody sitting there
Theirs a ghostly smell around
But nobody to be found
And a coughin and a yawnin
Where restless souls spoke
Im gonna be
Exactly what you gonna see
So did you come to me
To see your fantasies
Performed before your very eyes
A haunting ghostly treat
The foolish trickery
And spirits dancing
In the light
But if you came to see
The truth the purity
Its here inside
A lonely heart
So let the performance start
Is that scary for you baby
Am I scary for you oh
Am I scary for you baby
Am I scary for you
So tell me is it scary for you baby
So tell me is it crazy for you baby
Am I scary for you
You know the stranger is you
Am I scary for ya
Masquerade the heart
Is the height of haunting souls
Just not what you seek of me
Can the heart reveal the proof
Like a mirror reveals the truth
See the evil one is you
Is that scary for you baby
Am I scary for you oh
Am I scary for you baby
Is it scary for you
So tell me am I scary for you baby
Am I scary for ya baby
Is is scary for ya baby
Am I scary for you
(I dont wanna talk about it)
Am I scary for you baby
Am I scary for you
Im tired of being abused
You know youre scaring me too
I see the evil is you
Is it scary for you baby
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Scary Monster
Scary monster are walking down the streets of Dubling and searching the Pipes for mouse
But for now there are no mouse to be found
And the scary monster try also to get in into people's garage in Dublin And there the scary monters finds a few mouse to eat
But now the hunting started and the scary monster haunted every mouse that was in the people's garage in Dubling
Also the scary monster was satisfied with his dinner
poem by Aldo Kraas
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It's like why people read scary books or go see scary movies. Because it creates a distance. They're scared, but they're not going to get hurt.
quote by Vincent D'Onofrio
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Vulnerabilty
Scary trial rooms
More scary two-way mirrors
Micro-cameras fitted in
Most casual places
More dangerous
Than terrorists…
Technology riding high
Most claustrophobic, this life!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Scary Monsters
She had an horror of rooms she was tired you cant hide beat
When I looked in her eyes they were blue but nobody home
Well she couldve been a killer if she didnt walk the way she do, and she do
She opened strange doors that wed never close again
She began to wail jealousies scream
Waiting at the lights know what I mean
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
She asked me to stay and I stole her room
She asked for my love and I gave her a dangerous mind
Now shes stupid in the street and she cant socialise
Well I love the little girl and Ill love her till the day she dies
She wails
Jimmys guitar sound jealousies scream
Waiting at the lights know what I mean
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, and super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
Oh oh woh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
song performed by by David Bowie
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Poetry means...uh...
When I was very young,
Poetry
was written by
AA Milne.
and life was comfy.
When I was an adolescent,
Poetry
was written by
pansies for pansies about pansies.
though daffodils
were lifestyle and exam-inable.
and life was scary
When I was at college,
Poetry
was written by
a chap in a leather jacket
who glared at you angrily
on his no-gear pushbike
as he rode out to save the world.
and life was a cold war and still scary.
When I was middle-aged,
Poetry
was in the assured embrace
of the Arts Council and a chap at the BBC
and the world managed quite well without poets
but life was still scary.
Now
I am old enough
to swop lifestyle notes with Jenny Joseph,
Poetry
means that
a poem's 'text' may be
i h8 u
BUT
it's read right round the world
by lots of people. Like you.
and life is full of promise...
Now that deserves a Metaphor.
'A what? ' said Pooh.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Turnaround
Take a step outside yourself
And turn around
Take a look at who you are
It's pretty scary
So silly
Revolting
You're not much
You can't do anything
Take a step outside the city
And turn around
Take a look at what you are
It is revolting
You're really nowhere
So wasteful
So foolish
Poppycock
Who said don't look back?
Don't believe 'em
Go for that crazy sounding restaurant
'Couse they're gonna try and get behind you
Don't you let them do it
You know what I'm talking about?
You hear me talking?
You hear me talking?
It's pretty scary it's so revolting
Take a step outside the country
And turn around
Take a look at what you are
It is amazing
Take a good look
You're no big deal
You're so petty
It's lots
Take a step outside the planet
Turn around and around
Take a look at where you are
It's pretty scary
song performed by by Nirvana from Incesticide
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To those in silence reaching in desperation...the ones we misunderstood
I've an ache inside and it will not go away;
I cry in silence nothing to display.;
no one can hear
so i reach, to no one there
I am alone so very alone
Its cold and scary...I'm so alone
I see no help..I'm so alone
death has caressed me...my new home
In one great struggle all misunderstood;
unable to live the way i should
I slowly walk away;
My memories left in dismay
I am alone so very alone
Its cold and scary...I'm so alone
I see no help...I'm so alone
Death has caressed me... my new home.
But in all that's real there is no home;
you don't see inside; its never shown
not the way i know it i wish you could;
I'm really needing..but nothing feels good
I am alone so very alone
Its cold and scary...I'm so alone
I see no help...I'm so alone
Death has caressed me... my new home.
If I left any foot prints i don't know why;
I just couldn't feel but could always cry.
Just fell in love with sadness all inside;
And just withered away and finally died.
poem by Steven Luneau
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Hark! Hark My Soul!
Hark! Hark my soul!
For the ngels are singing for my works;
And like your lovely muse in the land of peace.
A galloping horse,
Hark! Hark my soul!
And like sagging spirits and the zest of life;
But, it sounded very scary to me.
Hark, Clark, park, bark, lark, mark, cark, dark, natk, quark;
But, it sounded very scary to me!
However, the angels were singing all day long for my works.
Fable, talbe, stable, able, cable, babble, grabble, parable;
But, it sound very scary to me!
And like the seagull in the land of your muse,
But, help me that i may not fail into the hands of the wrong crowd.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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0132 A Tribute to WS Merwin
You know when you meet them,
they’re going to take you somewhere
you didn’t know was there so
couldn’t know you wanted for them
to take you there
there being a there to where
he has a secret key which opens
a connecting door between
nowhere and somewhere
and anywhere and everywhere
nowhere being a little scary
to be there but then with him it’s
somewhere which is an interesting
where to be and when
you’re there with him he unlocks
anywhere and you look around
and it’s all new and now you look
why look it’s everywhere
and everywhere is new and strange
and you’re living a new life where
what you thought was the ordinary where
full of nothings and anythings and
not worth a passing thought
is everything
and now you have to look again
and it would be scary if he hadn’t shown you
how it all connects and how
the pinned-up sleeve of the one-armed boy
is there to tell you about everywhere
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Psycotic episode
I get this scary episode.
When voices surround me.
And eyes follow me around the room.
The episodes last a few hours.
Sometimes a day or two.
It is scary.
Even though some reality is there.
its the not knowing of fake and real.
I hate these episodes when Im mad.
Not knowing what I'm going to do next.
Will I hurt someone? I hope not.
But how does one know
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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I grew up in a family where the internalized understanding was that the kids were going to grow up into a better world. I worry, because I don't think my kids are going to have that. The world is very scary. The world would be scary without the choices the current administration made, but they just exacerbated it. And it ticks me off. I want my kids to have a good life.
quote by Bradley Whitford
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Some Thoughts To Ponder: Iii
is darkness scary as one
keeps walking into it?
isn't the same darkness
scary when looked back?
*******
what's the use of a tomb stone
won't time take its toll even on it?
********
people leave this earth
each leaving behind
one's unique master piece
for the succeeding generations
to admire...why tomb-stones?
why statues in memory?
23sep2009
14.14
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Turn Around
Take a step outside yourself
Then you turn around
Take a look at who you are
Its pretty scary
Youre so silly
Well its revolting
Youre not much
If youre anything
Take a step outside the city
And you turn around
Take a look at what you are
Well its revolting
Youre really nowhere
Youre so wasteful
So foolish
No big deal
(booji boy)who said dont look back
Dont you believe em
You go for that corner seat in the restaurant
cause theyre gonna try and get behind ya
Dont you let em do it
You know what Im talkin about?
You hear me talking?
Its pretty scary
Its so revolting
Take a step outside the country
Then you turn around
Take a look at where you are
Well its amazing
Take a good look
Youre no big deal
Youre so petty
Its a laugh
Take a step outside the planet
You turn around and round
Now take a look at where you are
Its pretty scary
song performed by by Devo
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What A Scary Thing
It is quite a fearful thing
When you're in the presence of the King
What a scary event
When you realize this body is just a tent
It is fearful to hear the voice of God
We say we want signs
We say we want miracles
Atheists say they want God to speak
But they, and we, know not what we ask
To hear Almighty God
This voice is still and small
But it sways the hearts of men
It demands action
Do you really want Him to speak?
Can you handle what He'll say?
Almighty God's voice
What a scary and awesome power
The voice that called the universe to be
Is the voice that's calling me
The voice that's calling you
I don't think you know what this means
This demands our lives
Our souls
Our everything
Are you ready for this voice?
Will you answer the call?
Now you know what you ask
So don't ask amiss
Know that you appeal to the greatest power
Of all
Humble yourself before Christ
And then boldly approach the throne of grace
That is all that you ask when you ask
To hear God
So be careful
The voice of God
What a scary thing!
And yet what a loving voice
Absolutely perfect
Love
Amen
poem by David Knox
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Im Lonely
I am all alone
In this dark creepy room
With no one to hold me tight or keep me safe
I see through the dark and scary night
When no one is looking or even breathing
I cry myself to sleep and I cry the light out of my mind or try to forget it
Whats wrong with me am I that scary or is it because of my darkness
I feel so lonely and confused
If no one wants me here then there is just one question
Why am I here in such a dark room?
All locked up by myself
Did I do something wrong
Is there something wrong with me
I am so lonely
poem by Katelin Offord Harper
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Blackjack
Scary john gets his strong arm on
He can break me and make me
Happy with his blackjack
Scary john has the heavy hand on
He smiles without his eyes
Nice and easy with his blackjack
Dont tell me that
You didnt see this coming down
Please dont say that this
Isnt what you wanted now
Scary john gets his strong arm on
He can break me and make me
Happy with his blackjack
Scary john
Always knows whats goin on
He is everywhere
Happy with his blackjack
Please dont tell me that
You didnt see this coming down
Please dont say that this
Isnt what you wanted now
This is your american dream
Everything is simple in the
White and the black
You will never need to see the grey anymore
You will never have to be afraid
When you are happy with the blackjack
I hope you are happy with the blackjack
Scary john
He wants to kill my song
He doesnt like the fact
Im not happy with the blackjack
I dont want to hear the words
He has to say
Please dont tell me that
You didnt see this coming
Please dont tell me
That this isnt what you asked for
Be careful what you ask for
This is your american dream
Everthing is simple in the
White and the black
You will never need to see the grey anymore
You will never have to be afraid
When you are happy with the blackjack
I hope you are happy with the blackjack
This is your american dream
song performed by by Everclear
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Makeup is scary. When I do it myself, it's just mascara, and sometimes I forget even to do that.
quote by Sandra Bullock
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My Baby And I
Together, my man and I
Lie together to join my baby and I.
The gracious Lord, how can this be?
God's creation bonds my baby and I.
Time is awaiting those tiny eyes,
Forming my fetus, my baby and I.
My man, so tense at times, Tanya, don't stress
Yourself out with our baby, you see.
What a joy when my little one arrives
Into this cold, scary, confused world.
My baby and I . . . I will teach my baby well
To understand this scary world.
Life is our baby and my man.
Tis is our first, don't you see—
Time awaits my baby and I.
so excited that this man of mine is holding me closely
Each night after a long day at my busiest job.
My baby, my man, and I,
Our beautiful baby will be born soon.
This bonds us closer, my man and I.
My mother . . . his mother as proud as can be for him,
And me, my mom, my baby, and me, Tanya . . .
Thank you, God's blessing to you.
Peace be unto you, your man, and your unborn child.
poem by Sharee Ann McMullen
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Dreams
Into the dreamland slowly I creep
Into the land I vist in my sleep
What lies ahead I can't be sure
Something sweet, something scary, something nice or maybe gore
It turns into a mystery I can't seem to solve
So many things it seems to involve
There seems to be things that arn't really real
Like flying pigs I mean what's the deal?
Dreams can be scary with all different things
With more freaky thoughts these sort of dreams bring
But they can be happy and cheer you up
But then you wake to reality and it's soon not enough
Dreams can hold what we might not know
They can tell us things things they can show
Dreams are our imagination going wild
But arn't we glad some made us smile
poem by Lisa French
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