tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45500632765537333612011-11-27T17:15:23.270-07:00Original poetry.MECUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10864126341891048145noreply@blogger.comBlogger411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550063276553733361.post-76708121661232614242009-04-07T20:03:00.005-06:002009-04-07T20:12:49.509-06:00

Money: Never enough.Time: Never enough.Space: Never enough.Success: Never enough.Peace: Never enough.Music: Never enough.Quiet: Never enough.Freedom: Never enough.Friends: Never enough.Ideas: Never enough.Happiness: Never enough.Dreams: Never enough.Alcohol: Never enough.Sadness: Plenty.Desires: Plenty.Warmth: Plenty.Food: Plenty.Health: Plenty.Love: Plenty.All I am grateful for.

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You cannot know sober until you know drunk.You cannot know freedom until you know addiction.I cannot know height until I know deep darkness.Within me is nothing.I search for something,But always hope to never find anything.Thus completing my search,Finding something means I should have hope,I should aspire to climb out of my hole.I search.I live in absence.I'm comfortably numb.

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When others look at me,They see my shell,And so few, see that living part,In the center.Some amuse me,Others help me,But all the time,I'm there by myself.Why don't I tell them?Why don't I help them?If I was alive, I'd open my eyes,And see that my pathetic problems need to be put on hole, and everyone that I know, I need to help.I found out that my sister died,And all the wasted time I spent on

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I have none.I want it.I have none.I was better than you.I was better than most.But I ended up worst...It controls me.I feed and fall deep into despair.It is my enemy.I make no real effort to change,Meaning I must be accepting of it.At least on the outside, but deep inside, I loathe myself.My world, my life has been arranged around it.My friend, my family all are accepting of it.Yet I wish I could

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I have just died.Whatever you believe happens after death, has happened to me.But before I died, I left a note.In that note, I told the world how to love a better life.I told them to enjoy life.I told them to take the best in.I told them every cliche in the world.I told them everything I could.At the end of the letter,I asked that it be translated into every language -- alive or dead,A copy made

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Let the worries of the world bounce off you.Close your eyes, and let my love protect you.Dream of a better life you deserve.Keep blankets around you to keep you warm.I'll be here all night next to you.So lay your head down,Let yourself be vulnerable,I won't abuse the privilege,I won't succumb to pressure,So just sleep, sleep forever my dear.

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What is music?Some, for years, have said it is a world,It's a feeling,A motion,An action maybe?Why do we think we must save everyone?That what we want is what everyone wants?What is inventions?Most -- always reverted -- have said it's something, new,It's useful,Helpful,Important though?Why do we argue what doesn't matter?But then there is that spark that comes along and knows.

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When I have a choice or left or right,Someone makes that choice for me.They usually pick the right one,Or, most of the time, they pick the easiest for them,Or the one that they normally take.Yet, there I was, walking down that dirt path, and it split.No one was around for miles.I had dreamed of this moment,And that I'd take the right choice.But I just sat there, figuring it out,And another path

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I am empty.Inside.Except for the alcohol.That I fill nightly.

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Eat sleep drive work think complain desire want lust wish hope dream imagine age ignore pass worry contemplate am cease.

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I feel like crap.I don't want to drink, all the time.I'm not addicted.I want health.But I succumb like everyone else.I was going to be different, but I ended up the same.I was supposed to be special.Everyone said I was so.But I'm more average than Lake Wobegon.I fell in to the same trap.I fell in to the hole of ignorance.I fell in to the path of the flock.Worse yet,I don't care to climb,And I

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Majestic,Free-floating,Effortless,Always,Confusing,But, that isn't her.She's better.

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I believe in love.I believe in deceit.I believe in myself.I believe in trust.Now, What's so special about my beliefs?Nothing, Except I believe in them.And they are nothing materialistic,Or something you can touch, or feel.They are part of the sixth sense,The mind of emotions.

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Some tell me,I am in trouble,Trouble with nothing anymore.I'm in trouble, with myself.Some say I,I am a problem,Not to anything,But myself.I say love,It is a reason,Or more a way,To live a life.Never ever more,Will I love like that.Never ever more,Will I, understand.

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Love me for who I am.Love me for who I will be.Love me for who I have been.Love me now.Love me because I love you.Love me because I will love you.Love me because I have loved you.Love me because.Love me Today.Love me Tomorrow.Love me Yesterday.Love me.I love you for who you are.I love you for who you will be.I love you for who you have been.I love you now.I love you because you love me.I love you

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There are only two types of pain.One is physical.When you crash your bike,When you cut your finger.The other is feelings.When you have that dream of how you envision your life,When you talk to that girl you will never ask out,When you see other people living, and you just sitting.When you feel life for a brief moment,When you hear that someone close died,When you taste the true taste of

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At the temple there is a poem called “Loss” carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read “Loss”, only feel it. --Memoirs of a Geisha (film)

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Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics. Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying “

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Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work. --Thomas Edison.

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Change is never easy. You fight to hold on. You fight to let go.--Daniel Stern, The Wonder Years

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by: Naomi Shihab NyeA boy told meif he roller-skated fast enoughhis loneliness couldn’t catch up to him,the best reason I ever heardfor trying to be a champion.What I wonder tonightpedaling hard down King William Streetis if it translates to bicycles.A victory! To leave your lonelinesspanting behind you on some street cornerwhile you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas,pink petals that have

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I'm tired of all the cliches,I'm tired of all the people whining,I'm tired of groups claiming special names,I'm just tired of all the cliches.I want to complain about it,I want to set the world straight,I want to make people understand!I just want to complain about it.I'm sitting here trying to tell you what's right,I'm making you find the meaning for life,I'm having to comprehend the feeling,I'm

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Short Film. Excellent.I'm Not Here(about 50 minutes)

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Please believe me when I say,I love this world.No more than most,No less than least.Please help this world,When I'm gone,It's all I've got,It's all you'll have.It's really sad when this world of ours,Has to focus on things for so many years,The fight never ends,The story will go on.It's really sad when we can't let go,Go of the pain, go of the problems that exist forever,Never say never, and

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Open your eyes,Take a good look around you,This is your world,This is your life.Do what you can,Do what you must,Do everything you can,Because there is no second chance.I wish I knew you,But I only know of you,There's not much to know about someone,That I'll never know about you.This song was hard for me to write,Probably because I was writingFrom my head and not my heart.You've got great looks,

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Standing in the hallway,Wondering where I've been,Looking in my room,See it's a mess,It suddenly hit me,I don't know what,Coulda been my sister,Or maybe the roof wasFallin' on my head.Looked back at my room,It was still a mess.Don't know why I'm tellin' you this,Maybe it's because I've lost my head,Wondering where I'm going, or where I've been,Not to clean my room again.Went down the stairs, then

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Woke up this morningAnd I am 35.Last thing I remember,I was 14,Lying around,Writing these songs,Wondering where it'll take me.Falling behind time,I'm loosing that grip,That grip on time,The one I had before,I fell behind.

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I'm in love.But since I wrote that 4 months ago,I lost that love.And now, a few months later,I'm in love again.A cycle, or a coincidence?That was went through a few 'potholes,'But now is ... flourishing ...More cycles?I'm in the middle of a pothole now.Can potholes last for 2 months?Pothole over -- no flourish -- maybe ending soon.Years later -- so many have come and gone.So many potholes, but

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I have many friends,But they don't know me,It's because I don't open up enough,To let the real me jump out.And then a friend one day,Just told me blankly,That he didn't know me,He wondered who I was.The insides are coming out,And now I'm so afraid,That they won't like me,And I won't have my friends no more.So I read this guy a song of mine,And then it instantly happened,Right then and there,We

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Sitting on the sideline,Watching the game go by,It all came to me,But I didn't understand.Why, it had to be,That we go so fast,And try so hard,That we don't burn and crash ...Fast!That's all it's gotta be these days,Fast!No, not slow, butFast!Nothing else will do,And we all are going to loose ...As I was sitting there,Watching the world roam around me,I noticed one thing,No one else appreciated,

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I never answered the question why.You never asked again.I wish I had had the courage to tell you,But you accept me for my inability to do so.The first time I heard the song,It was with you,On our trip,At "the fountains".It was then,I fell in love,With the song,And you.The song you wanted,Was great too,But this one reminds me,Of you, and our love.

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As I sit,Scribbling these words,Listening to the sounds,Seeing my thoughts,Feeling in love,Smelling the air I exhale,Tasting the tears on my cheeks,I feel compelled to say,What I have seen,Where I heard it,When I tasted it,Why I smelled it,But it's only there,In front of me,Sneaking looks when I'm not,Taking a peak when I'm there,Hiding in time, or close to it.It's not there, it's here.It's not

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Photo by: Yves Lorson Why -- no, not the question I wish to ask.Death is -- no, too bleak to speak of.Time, yes, time has -- no, too overused.Mickey Mouse has -- no, too comical.Excuses are -- no, just what I'm avoiding.Talking -- no -- yes, talking is the topic.Communications would be a better word.Actually, communication is such a broad topic ... it has certain aspects though,But as a topic, it

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Photo by: Filipe Dâmaso SaraivaEveryday I live,I wonder who's out there,Just looking at me,Wondering why I'm here,What am I supposed to do?No one ever told me.I wake up in the morning,And I hit the alarm clock,Then I look at the ceiling,And I look out my window,Just to wonder what's goin' on,And I see that it's the same,Nothing,Ever.Everyday I live,I wonder who's out there,Just looking at me,

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Photo by: foundphotoljDon't celebrate your birthday, if you're over 12.Unless you're 18, or 21, or 35.Unless you're not American where such numbers matter.Do not make a big deal of your birthday after 12.It's not that big a deal.You made another year.

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Photo by: jessicafmI used to be able to write,Because I wrote what was in my heart,And my heart was filled with the love of ideas,Of love, peace, bliss, purity, honesty,That I had no restrictions in my life,And that I was a good person.But the words flow less now,For my heart is empty of ideals andNow is full of reality.My compassion flows easierAnd dies soonerWithout any action resulting.I have

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What I desire,Is not always known to me.I search anyways.

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Photo by: dougwardMy doctor told me today that I will die soon,And as I look back at my life,I've discovered that I've taken thePath so few others have taken.I wish I hadn't take this path however,For all this path has shown me is loneliness, confusion, and death.I wish I could go back and put up a "Path Closed" sign,But I know that others must suffer like I have.Besides, there's probably already

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Why do I want to live in a world,That is full of hatred?That is slowly committing suicide?Why do I want to live in a country,That is full of stupidity?That is full of troubles?Why do I want to live in a state,That is hurting itself?That is full of problems?Why do I want to act,In a play full of fun?In a play that takes my time?Why do I want to love,In a time that the world could do without?During

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Photo by: brokentrinketsGood music sounds nice.Great music makes you think of something else,Reminds you of your lost love,Of your lost days.To remember so vividly,Sitting in that Jr. high auditorium,The first time you heard music,Music.To walk you back in the garden,Holding hands with the girl,On a sunny spring day,With the aroma of love.

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Image by: .Dianna.I’ve studied you,I’ve watched you,The only thing I didn’t wanna do,Is ask you out.‘Cause that would wreck,The only thing we have:The friendship; The Respect. Love is so sweet,It’s just so great,Your life changesAnd you start to lose control. I’ve never been in love before,You’re the first girl I’ve loved,I don’t want to lose that,So help me out. I’ve dreampt about you,I’ve

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