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I never stopped to realize How lonely I would be
I never thought the day would come
When you'd grow tired of me
Your voice was never sweeter
Than the day you said goodbye
You'll never know how much it hurt
Because I'm too big to cry
If I knew then what I know now
You'd still be kissing me
Instead there's someone else's lips
Where mine used to be
I say hello and wish you well
Each time I pass you by
But you'll never know how much it hurt
Because I'm too big to cry
You never looked so wonderful
As the day you walked away
I used to say, "I love you"
But that I could not say
I can't forget you darlin'
No matter how much I try
You'll never know how much it hurt
Because I'm too big to cry
EVERYTIME
Every new beginning,
comes from some beginnings end.
Every time you kill me,
I am born again.
Every time you close that door,
Another door is opened.
And every time you say goodbye,
a different word is spoken.
Every time you look at me
my back is facing you,
And every time you ask to see me
I'll have something else to do.
Every time I join your game,
You're not playing fair,
And every time I really love you,
I pretend that I don't care.
LOSS AGAIN
Don't you wish just one more time
You could see my eyes?
The window of the soul I've heard
The eyes in which I've cried
Blue and endless like the sea
The eyes you used to look at me
Carefully now I draw a breath
And in the air I feel
Your soul once rendered in my breast
and the body no longer there
The body that is lying down
Underneath the withered ground
The ground I lay flowers on every week
The flowers I hope you smell and keep
Please friend, open your eyes,
For mine have drained completely dry
Dry to the point I can no longer see
See the way that I should be
I dwell on memories, I miss what I knew
And what I remember and miss, is you.
Bottled up inside are the words I never said.
The feelings that I hide,
The lines you never read.
You can see it in my eyes,
Read it on my face. I must cherish what I’ve got.
Don’t take my love for granted.
The love you thought you’d won.
The hurt I’m feeling now.
But somehow, someday,
Everything will turn out okay.
No more wishing for the past,
It wasn’t meant to last,
It didn’t seem to matter.
So I have to set you free.
NEVER CALL HIM DAD
My first word was not Da-da. It didn't need to be, because who would I call Daddy?
He never saw me walk into Kindergarten, with that fear in my eyes. Nor, did he see the tears that I cried. He never helped through anything. Life, school, boys, friends. He never will is what I comprehend. But he did show up one day, And I looked at my mom and asked, Is this true? Can this man really be my father? Is he? She looked at me and nodded. Here was the man I had completely forgotten. Did I run into his arms and cry a river? No. Instead I looked at him in disbelief, because this was the man who caused me so much grief. Eleven years and not a word. Not a phone call or letter, but I got used to thinking it was for the better. Now all I do is scream and cry. Sometimes I just wish he would die. We scream and yell at each other. It's impossible to think we could ever love one another. And I try so hard to please him. but everything I do is a sin, I have known this man, who claims to be my dad, for almost three years now. And during this whole time all he has done is bring me down. So I dry up my tears and try again. And pray that this time we will not yell. But it is way too soon to tell. And I know he longs to hear me say Dad. But I just call him Paul. That's who he is to me and that's all. No, he's not that man for me.
SAD IS JUST SAD
Sad is walking by flowers and not smelling them
passing a cool clear stream and not drinking from it
seeing only darkness among a sky of dazzling stars
having a family and always eatting alone
working 14 hour days and spending 5 minutes with children
watching tv on a sunny day
listening to hate music and not the birds singing
seeing only two colors black and white
thinking things only happen to others and not you
taking all the food you want but not eatting what you take
wishing for money instead of health and happiness
fooling everyone but yourself
sad is just that sad
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One To Blame |
There was a boy, he was eight. His father showed him endless hate. When he was bad, or disobeyed, a belt or fist was the price he paid.
He thought he did wrong. That he deserved the pain, but he didn't know that his father was to blame.
A few years passed, and he was ten, He suffered bruises from end to end. His father came home, drunk again, and showed his anger with a fist and pain.
He thought he did wrong, that he deserved the pain, but he didn't know that his father was really to blame.
Five more years passed, The boy, on life support, suffered undying pain. While his father sat in jail, suffering no shame. He sat until he heard the dreadful news, they took him off the support, and took away the pain.
He knew he did wrong, that the boy deserved no pain, but he realized too late, that he was to blame.
Smiles
If you had a sackful of smiles
And you knew they would run out
Would you choose to use them wisely
Or freely give them out
What would be a fair exchange
For a smile from your sack
Would it be sufficient
To get a smile back
Would you keep them to yourself
For amusement and delight
Imagine...just a sackful of smiles
Would you really want that plight?
Declutter
Stack it, store it, box it, shelve it,
Throw it, bin it, gift it, repair it,
Recycle, Freecycle, Charity shop or friend
Ebay, Antique shop, bargain ad or mend. Books, clothes, tools, electronic games and toys,
Guitars, recorders, organs and other noise,
Gadgets old and new, that little black dress,
Ornaments, adornments, paperwork and mess. Trash or treasure, how do you measure,
Sentiment, attachment, pain or pleasure,
Own it, hoard it, emotional ties,
Deal with it, clear it, open your eyes. Just in case! What a waste! Ah there it is!
Not seen this for ages! - Just the bizz,
Lose that weight, I remember that date,
This I love and that ....I hate This is just stuff and you've moved on,
It's belongs in the past - the past is gone,
Catalogue it, photo album. select the best,
Organise and cherish, discard the rest.
It's You I Like
It's you I like,
It's not the things you wear.
It's not the way you do your hair,
But it's you I like.
The way you are right now
The way down deep inside you
Not the things that hide you
Not your diplomas...
They're just beside you.
But it's you I like,
Every part of you,
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings,
Whether old or new.
I hope that you'll remember
Even when you're feeling blue,
That it's you I like,
It's you yourself, it's you
It's you I like!
I SIT
I sit & think of all that we have been through
I sit & think of what we could be & what we are
We can never be
We like each other but our bond seems to strong to break
I have daily dreams about us
& think I wake up to REALITY & I find we are just friends
You know me better then I know myself
It seems almost impossible
I question myself & wonder why I wont give you a chance
Its simply because my heart is to delicate & I didn't want it to break
I know you love me sometimes I think you love me more then a friend
but if we continue to love each other I'm scared it will become to much and END
BIROS
Where have all the biros gone?
- Silently, swiftly passing -
Where have all the biros gone?
Designate them, consecrate them,
Tether, tie, glue or screw them
down, and I try, yet they are
Gone to elsewheres everyone,
Gone, going, gone. Where do all the biros go?
- No cache is waiting -
Where do all the biros go?
Riding, rolling, sliding, snaking,
Flying, fleeing , spirited or stealing
Away; or do fairies take them
To dim and distant destinations in
Other dimensions sneakily?
What do they do, where ever they are?
- So permanent their passing -
What do they do and why have they gone?
While yet still more are being made
Of plastic, metal, and tubes of ink;
All dead and lifeless, or so you would think.
Why have they gone to where ever they are?
For no good reason! To drive me mad!
Gone, going, gone.
FOR OVER 30'S
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A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat. Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bites. An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A curser used profanity
A keyboard was a piano. Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3 inch floppy
You hoped nobody found out. Compress was something you did to the garbage
Not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for awhile. Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a back up happened to your commode. Cut you did with a pocket knife.
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider's home
And a virus was the flu. I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens, they'll wish they were dead.
Who Will Cry For The Little Boy?
Who will cry for the little boy? Lost and all alone Who will cry for the little boy?
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Who cried himself too sleep
Who will cry for the little boy? Who never had for keeps
Who will cry for the little boy? Who walked the burning sand
Who will cry for the little boy? The boy inside the man
Who will cry for the little boy? Who knew well hurt and pain
Who will cry for the little boy? Who died and died again
Who will cry for the little boy? A good boy he tried to be
Who will cry for the little boy? Who lies inside of me |
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