Replaceable
Have you ever had that feeling
Like you don?t belong
It pains you
For ever and ever
It never lets go
You don?t belong
The world could do with out you
But you don?t want to go
You like where you are
But that?s just you
And you don?t count
If you left
They would just find someone else
To replace you
Because you are replaceable
You are somebody
And you are nobody
You know what goes on
In your head
But no one else understands
They just go on with there lives
And you are left there
Replaceable
Me
Him
Scalding coffee cascades between chapped lips
That haven?t felt anything since they felt everything.
Weary eyes see nothing but the cold fire in his heart
And a frozen mind contemplates the unspoken thoughts
Of the brain dead.
A shadow clad in ripped jeans walks from the caf馣060;br>
Reflection in the dirty windows revealing nothing.
Standing still the world moves
Then stops when she sees
Him.
He?s kissing Perfection,
The girl in the mini-skirt and baby tee
With the perfect golden skin and beach-blonde hair
And she explodes as she folds herself inwards
Silently screaming at him to come back to her
As she wades into the freezing hot water
Of her broken heart.
Olivia Clemmons
Life is like a rollercoaster. You can ride it as many times as you want, but eventually it gets boring.
That would be moi.
On The Inside
I have demons inside of me,
Skeletons in my closet.
Like sand paper on wood,
They wear me out.
Eating away at my heart and soul,
Like parasites, they consume me.
I have demons inside of me,
Skeletons in my closet.
They grind me down,
Like a windmill with corn.
And soon, I'll just be a pile of dust,
That floats away on a soft breeze,
As if it has places to go, people to see.
I have demons inside of me,
Skeletons in my closet.
They lurk inside me,
Ever trying to escape.
They pound on my chest,
Squeeze my lungs.
Pull at my heart strings,
Rip out my vocal cords.
I have demons inside of me,
Skeletons in my closet.
But I won't let them out,
No, not ever.
For if I do,
I fear that it might be more trouble than it's worth.
I'll never let them out,
They'll never see the light of day.
Even if it kills me...
Me
Insomniac
...I can't sleep. I hate the nights that I can't sleep. Because in the morning
I'm all tired and grumpy and everyone hates me. I want to sleep...
...Insomnia. I hate that word. What's a
somnia
anyway? And why am I in it? Insomnia, I hate that word...
...It's two in the morning. The lava lamp in my room just got brighter, then
dimmer. Or did it? Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me. I think I'm going
crazy...
...The page I'm writing on smells like vanilla. It reminds me of a French
teacher who put vanilla scented stamps on our homework. I need to sleep...
...I see a 1st Place ribbon scuttling across the floor. Wait, ribbons can't
move, can they...
...my eyes feel droopy. I think I'll finally get some shut eye...
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Me
There is no pleasure in having nothing
to do; the fun is in having lots to do and not doing it.
Mary Wilson Little
Ambition
is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy.
Edgar Bergen
The trouble with our times is that the
future is not what it used to be.
Paul Valery
The future is much like the present, only
longer.
Dan Quisenberry
The future will be better tomorrow.
Dan Quayle
I believe in looking reality straight in
the eye and denying it.
Garrison Keillor
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a
very persistent one.
Albert Einstein
I never
think of the future - it comes soon enough.
Albert Einstein
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Watching TV. I have NO clue when I'm going to be back, maybe never! HA! Never,
that's funny Ryan. That's a funny one Ryan, you should keep that.
Really? I thought it was quite a jest myself.
Yes, it was quite jestful
and you should remember it with those neurons inside the coagulated mass of
cells that you call, a 'brain'.
"If the facts don't fit the theory, change the facts."
Albert Einstein
"The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing." Socrates
The supreme irony
of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.
-Robert Heinlein
We look before and
after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Don't know
Problems
We want to cure hunger, We want to abolish slavery, We want to have equal rights, But how can we solve the world?s problems, When we can?t solve our own?Me
Guess who?
I woke up this morning, sun shining, not a cloud in the sky. I could tell it was going to be a good day. When I was finally completely awake, I said hi to some of my closest friends, and then went to sun bathe. As I said, it was a glorious day. As I was bathing, I felt a tingling at my feet. I tried to see what it was, but I thought nothing of it. Some of my other friends also said that they?d had the same feeling. But, again, we thought nothing of it. What a big mistake that was. So I kept sun bathing, just chillin?, when all of a sudden, I felt this horrible sharp pain at the base of by leg. I looked down and felt myself falling. I felt my self hit the ground. I tried to break my fall but I couldn?t. The last thing I heard was, ?That?s the last tree for today guys.?
Me (also)
"I never said to be like me, I say be like you and make a difference."
Marilyn Manson
"(The) perfect utopia would be for artists to replace politicians and the government."
Marilyn Manson
I have gone to find myself. If I should return before I come back, tell me to wait.
Guess Who? (again)
I was thinking about life the other day, when I questioned myself on how I got here. I was wondering because were I was seemed to be the perfect place for me. I fit right in. Nothing was wrong or bothering me at all. I thought, ?Wow, this place must have been created just for me.? But unfortunately a car came and splashed me out of my hole.
Me (again)
Ok, this one isn't a poem, and it isn't a quote. And, yup you guess it, it's also not a story. But its cool.
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When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
-- President John F. Kennedy<
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Would things have really been so different
Would the world really have been so shaken
If when I were a much younger man
I had chosen the road not taken
Would the days have been any the
brighter
Or the nights darker than they are
Would I still have lived in such obscurity
Or shined brighter than any star
It does little good to wonder
Of things that might have been
For who, and what I have become
I must live with in the end
Though life could have been much better
All in all I do not feel forsaken
I count the blessings that I have
And cry not of the road not taken
William Kite
The urge to "tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it" lessens when poetry arises freshly each day.
Media
Out comes the sound of the people we praise,
We listen contently as if in a daze.
They give us a stereotype that just isn?t true,
We are live living proof that: monkey see monkey do.
We see what they do and hear what they say,
We take it all in and go on to next day.
Ever speaking,
Never listening.
We watch them with hope in the same kind of way,
That drug addicts do drugs, although they won?t say.
We watch them with a wish to find an escape,
But all that they give us is sex, drugs, and rape.
We try to find meaning for that which we are,
But all that we find is sex in a car.
Ever searching,
Never finding.
Me