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Divorce

I know just what your thinking,
You want someone to blame.
I know you well 'cause,
I always feel the same.
We always look behind.
We always look behind,
day in, day out.
The world is my witness.
Sick from my culture's sickness.
Wish it would all go away.
You feel the same.
We always look behind.
We always look behind.
I want to slow my mind, down.
Something tells me,
it's my cross to bear.
You can't reach me,
you were never there.
It's like water,
under a bridge now.
I've looked a thousand times.
We always look behind.
We always look behind,
day in, day out

song performed by by Quicksand
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hanging On To A Straw..

Life is like a roller coaster, one minute you are happy, and the other sad. Why do people always have to take me for granted thinking am like one switch you press on and off at will, thinking less about how I must feel when they launch their so called heartlessness..I’m sick and tired of it..Im sick of getting on in this game, sick of falling for women who don’t want me, sick of talking for so long and yet have nothing tangible come out of it...am sick of impressing people, doing the best I can yet get nothing other than rejection most times. Why am I sad right now, why do I feel so dejected..What I thought would be just came crumbling..She promised she'd be my friend..Her words brought so much smile to my face but what did I get only few days after she swelled my heart..No i don’t wanna talk to you anymore or have anything to do with you..gurl..What were you thinking before you got me on auto drive..What were you thinking when you let down your guards intentionally for me..Now my heart is in it and you tell me you don’t want me no more..What! ..

poem by Olumide Familusi
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Fade To Black

FADE TO BLACK
You live your life day by day
You can't feel it's slipping away
It's like heaven where you never get bored
You self inflicted Rock'n roll whore
Can you feel it
Can you feel the clocks ticking away
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
You've got a thousand wounds to heal
You gotta stop thinking nothing's for real
electric shock won't bring you back
You're fading baby
You fade to black
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you mean
to me
When you are the one inside
is it what you thought it'd be
I always knew you'd be a star
and now you are

song performed by by Zeromancer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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So sick of it

I’m so sick of it
Making me feel like I’m sick

So sick of this
So sick of it all

When I finally got sick of it all
I just let it all out, I changed more and more
Explaining it and speaking my mind
Writing it all down on sheets of paper
Explaining why I’m so sick.

I’m so sick of it all
This world, Reality, all this bigotry
Can’t get enough of this
I can’t take it anymore I have to stand up
And fight against this sickness

Battling which is that repeating cycle
Battling Homophobia

I’ve done it so many times
It makes me wonder why I’m so sick

I’m so sick of it
Going threw the same f*cking thing.
Wanting more and more

Realizing it couldn’t ever be real it sadden me
I thought it over and over and then
That’s when I got sick of it.

Got me thinking me of it then reminding myself of reality.
It happened over and over that’s when I got sick.
Making me feel sicker.

Regretting all of the stupid thing I ignored
Remembering I gone threw the same thing before
Anticipating myself 0.99 seconds before the actual thought

I’m so sick of it, all the things that make me sick
All the things I fight against.
Im so sick of it…

poem by Marcellus Watts
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Can I Get A Witness

Can I get a witness
Maybe you got faith
In where this is going
Maybe Ill pull up the stakes
And Ill be letting go
I could not believe
I could not believe
Can I get a witness, witness x3
You know a lot of times I think how big
And I feel lost on the zag zig now
I could not believe
I could not believe
Can I get a witness, witness x3
And some of these people are just so lame
I dont feel like a pupil
Just a loser on a game show
I just cant believe it
No, I cant believe it
Can I get a witness, witness x3
Im rooting for you
And I toasted when I heard about you
And how you got a witness
A citizen maybe in another place
Here comes the wind
Im a chaser
Its time to leave
Here comes
Its time to leave
Can I get a witness, witness (repeat)

song performed by by Frank Black
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Am Sick....

I am sick …. The pain I feel.
I am sick…. This must be surreal.
I am sick…. I will not die.
I am sick…. But I must live on with this lie.
I am sick…. It’s not like cancer it’s not that bad.
I am sick… but the say depression goes with this pain I have.
I am sick…. It will never disappear.
I am sick…. My days will go on with the same o’l tear.
I am sick…. That I have thought of taking my pain away.
I am sick…. For that I cannot for the pain must stay.
I am sick… and no one can fix me.
I am sick…. That no one can see.
I am sick…. They believe nothing is wrong with me.
I am sick…. Because of this disease.
I am sick…. Because I beg god please.

poem by Winifred Harkness
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I Feel Sick...

When life is alone...i feel sick...
When i miss ur smile...i feel sick...
When i miss u fm sight..i feel sick...
when i miss ur warm touch...i feel sick...
when i miss ur walk.....i feel sick...
when i miss ur play.....i feel sick....
when i miss ur kiss...i m mercyless....

itz all abt u coz u r only friend i hv to ma heart....

so i am sick...till u luk back....

poem by Sujatha JBS
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Im Sick Of Crying

Im sick of crying,
Im sick of lying,
Im sick of trying for something that wouldnt even work.
I hate thinking about you
I hate thinking its all true
I hate thinking about the past because your just a jerk.

poem by Jess Buying
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Silent Alarm

its funny...my dreams
they're never what they seem.
they're never as serene
or come close to in between
what i want or what i need

someone's always there
a silouhette in the air
but i never know who
i could never catch her face
though i always feel her grace
changing the mood of the place
in my head and in my heart

she feels good in my arms
protecting me from harm
she's the perfect, silent alarm
i've been alive for...

no matter who i'm with
no matter how well the puzzle piece fits
i eventually come out sick...

sick of fear sick of loathing
sick of silence sick of roaming
sick of trying sick of guessing
sick of messing.....up....
all i can do is look up

these visions are never clear
like a thunderstorm i fear
that this ringing in my ear
will justify the myths...
that out there somewhere

she's thinking of me too
though we all know the truth
that im a washed up, worn down,
reclused ruse

poem by Adrian Carrillo
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Blame

Blame
By: Jean Pullman

I am sick and tired of the blame being put on me
Even if I know there’s no possibility
That I stole this or I did that
I’m constantly beaten with a baseball bat
A bat of lies and extreme bad luck

CHORUS
Why do you always put the blame on me
Why don’t you ever believe my honesty
Why can’t I stop being afraid
Of always getting the blame

Now you’re going way too fucking far
You saying I’m lying about what’s in my heart
Why can’t you realize
That these tears are truth and not lies
I hope one day
I will stop always getting the blame

CHORUS
Why do you always put the blame on me
Why don’t you ever believe my honesty
Why can’t I stop being afraid
Of always getting the blame

Please, Pleas believe in what I say
Let this be the very first day
That you know I’m telling the truth
And then I can have some faith in you
Because I am sick and fucking tired of getting the blame.

poem by Jean Pullman
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A Toast to the Men

Here's to the men! Since Adam's time
They've always been the same;
Whenever anything goes wrong,
The woman is to blame.
From early morn to late at night,
The men fault-finders are;
They blame us if they oversleep,
Or if they miss a car.
They blame us if, beneath the bed,
Their collar buttons roll;
They blame us if the fire is out
Or if there is no coal.
They blame us if they cut themselves
While shaving, and they swear
That we're to blame if they decide
To go upon a tear.

Here's to the men, the perfect men!
Who never are at fault;
They blame us if they chance to get
The pepper for the salt.
They blame us if their business fails,
Or back a losing horse;
And when it rains on holidays
The fault is ours, of course.
They blame us when they fall in love,
And when they married get;
Likewise they blame us when they're sick,
And when they fall in debt.
For everything that crisscross goes
They say we are to blame;
But, after all, here's to the men,
We love them just the same!

poem by Edgar Albert Guest
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Sick Of It All

Im sick of it all
every single thing you do it drvies me crazy
Im sick of the way you look at me with those bright blue eyes
Im sick of the way you make me feel
you make me feel like im worth a thousand words
Im sick of the way you touch my hair
Im sick of the way you smile at my jokes
you make me wanna stay in this world just a little longer
Im sick of it all
But most of all im sick of the way i know im not worth those great blue eyes,
giant perfect smile, and that hair i could die for

poem by Kayhla Kinney
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Blessed By The Almighty

blessed by the almighty

the blind is so lucky
not to witness the terror
not to witness the horror
but to be in his own world
sweet world beautiful world

helpless is the tale of the able
who feels so pale
yet hale and healthy
male or female
who is forced to witness
the terror and the horror

death doesn't approach
life doesn't smile
stays away far a mile
only stays a while

wishing he was also blessed
by the almighty
crawls every single day
only to see another cruel day
by the merciless beasts
who feel they are the best

the blind is so lucky
not to witness the terror
not to witness the horror
but to be in his own world
sweet world beautiful world

poem by Jai Prakash Satyamangalam Bhupathy
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Stuck Thinking of You

I’ve tried so very hard, tried all I can
But it just ain’t the same again
I feel so tired and down
Don’t feel like up and running round
I’m flustered in what I do
I’m stuck thinking of you

I try to imagine your face
But the pieces won’t stay in place
I try to remember your pretty figure
But all it does is make my longing bigger
I’m feeling sick through and through
I’m stuck thinking of you

I want to stare into your eyes
Pick you up and hold you nigh
Hear your voice, feel your heart
Stay together, never again to part
With you, the hours seem few
I’m stuck thinking of you

I spend hours in dreaming land
Walking through meadows, holding your hand
Anticipating when I see you again
Distracted and wishful till then
Thinking of things for you I’ll do
I’m stuck thinking of you

poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Im sick

im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?

poem by Malorie Genoff
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So Sick

im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?

poem by Ricky Baker
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Sick of Being Sick

I’m sick of being rejected;
I’m sick of being emotionally neglected;
I’m sick of crying so many tears;
I’m sick of running away from my fears;
I’m sick of my childhood nightmares;
I’m sick of being told to do those stupid dares;
I’m sick of not having friends;
I’m sick of all these dead ends;
I’m sick of myself for what I’ve become;
I’m sick of feeling oh so numb;
I’m sick of watching myself drown;
I’m sick of my heart falling to the ground;
I’m sick of this life;
I’m sick of this everyday strife;
I’m sick of not having a dad;
I’m sick of getting mad;
I’m sick of my childhood past;
I’m sick of being harassed;
I’m sick of the dread;
I’m sick of wanting to be dead;
I’m sick of being the one who’s always so strong;
I’m sick of being somebody that doesn’t belong! !

poem by Shelby Brockway
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Witness

I saw an ant devour sherman mountain.
Slip across the floor in the river of honey.
I saw the locust drinking from a fountain.
It smiled at me as I paid my money.
Chorus
Caus Im a witness, witness, see the writing on the wall.
Im a witness, witness, I say Ive seen it all.
Caus Im a witness, witness, Ive got all the proof.
Im a witness, witness, I swear to tell the truth.
I saw her buying in the face of fashion.
Wholl believe with her little white lies.
I saw her arrive on my bed of passion.
But I never saw a look of love in her eyes.
Chorus
Some days my eyes can see for miles and miles around.
Some nights my dreams just take me deep underground.
My minds a time machine, Im in the future and the past.
The past... scrape away...
(violin solo)
Chorus
Chorus
Witness, witness, witness
Witness, witness, witness
Witness, witness, witness
Witness, witness, witness

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I'm Sick

I'm sick of thinking,
Because all I ever think about is you

I'm sick of dreaming,
Because all my dreams are about you

I'm sick of wishing,
Because those wishes will never come true

I'm sick of you,
Because you're all I ever think, dream, or wish about...♥

poem by Cali Stalin
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OH! I can't SAY that....(a revision)

I'm sick of f\%king Facebook,
sick of emails,
sick of people talking,
sick of my work radio beeping,
I'm sick of words.

I am being cluttered to death by words....
I am sick of listening to crazies on the bus,
sick of television spewing out banality.

Sick of voices, sick of billboards, sick of typing.

I am word sick.

I am sick of people
The more they let me know them the less I care.
I don't care what your baby did.
don't give a f$ck about what you ate for dinner.
I don't even f*ckin care if your grandpa died.
Sick, sick, sick, I am making myself sick
just writing this sh#t down.
Nothing anyone has to say is of any importance at all
that includes me.
I am drowning in words, and voices, and mundane ideas.

I am sick of people trying to 'set the world on fire'
But I do wish them luck....

because some men just want to see the world burn.

I'm sick of f&cking texts and even more sick of phone calls.
I am sick of adverts on the telly.

I am fed up with peoples life stories.

I don't care what you have been through,
as long as you will let me sleep with you.

And I will only sleep with you
if you promise to wear a ball gag.

poem by Brevet Wilson
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Sick of…

Sick of the world
Sick of people acting like my friend
Sick of people talking behind my back
Sick of people playing games
Sick of people using me
Sick of worrying
Sick of fighting
Sick of being here
Sick of everything

poem by Tiffany Johnson
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