05-12-2004, 02:08 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Lennonite Priest
Location: Mansfield, Ohio USA
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Poetry by Pan
Jill is 17 and living life perfectly fine
She gets all A's and loves her school Volunteers at the Senior Center to stay in her spare time In gym she laughs as over her body the boys drool Hide your secret hide it well Listen to the voices in your head Is it a mistake today..... god only knows time will tell Gotta stay thin gotta be a beauty.... this is what she has been fed Jill lives a perfect life All the girls envy her The boys dream of her as their wife And at home she cries just till the end of this school year What's going on behind that closed door Dearest Jill it's only a few extra pounds But she doesn't even think about it anymore Those voices in her head are nothing but sounds Prom time and out on her date Excuses herself after a salad To the bathroom before it's too late Looks in the mirror doesn't see she is so sad Hide your secret hide it well Listen to the voices in your head Have to be the ballroom belle Need your obsession to be fed Graduation was mighty lonely mighty sad Seems Jill listened to the voices in her head She just didn't realize it's what's inside...... too bad With therapy perhaps she'll be ok, just has to stop listening to those voices in her head ============================================================ He was born into high society Never knew a want, never knew a care Knew how to have fun as he became the life of the party He had jumped onto a train that was headed nowhere Learned to play music and joined the band Was the joker yet deep down a serious man Band grew in fame As he worked harder to cover his shame On stage and under the light Something just snapped that night Noone knew what started the fight But they all knew it was a nowhere flight Fired and disenchanted he turned deeper inside The parties for him grew less and less fun Met a girl and in a drunken daze took her as his bride Joined a new band when they had their son A regain in fame Onstage girls screaming his name Hotel rooms filled with empty minds and blank faces He realized he didn't want to be in those places Kicked his demons and started to better his life Worked on getting to know his son and truly love his wife Visit to the doctor changed all that Seems mitakes came back from his past Maybe it was a shared needle..... or one of those many nights Went home and had to tell the wife Led to heartache and so many fights He fought the guilt of ruining anothers life They say he wrote a letter before the end But he died thinking he didn't have a friend They found his body in the bottom of his pool And all the note said was, "I was such a fool" ============================================================ She sits alone thinking of the love that has gone away she should have known A love doesn't last when there's nothing left to say He drives down the road again he's all alone Thinking where it all went wrong why he couldn't stay But it had to end for the truth was shown And when there's no trust there's nothing left to say Yes, love is beautiful when ya share And the world is so much better when there's someone there to care Yes, Love is wonderful when the trust is there But when the trust dies and the world won't hear your heart's cries all ya see is loneliness everywhere They tried to live the lie of the heart They couldn't see they just were hurting one another They didn't realize living a lie drove them further apart They didn't want to be alone but knew deep down they coulldn't stay together Living the lies of love Trying to hold together something that isn't there Trying so hard to keep the heart tough But then ya realize the heart has gone sour and there's nothing left there ===================================================== Remember when we were innocent The love our hearts knew No sins to repent And all we felt was so real and so new Can you remember those days when we saw our favourite KINK And the music filled our soul and touched our heart Ray's lyrics so deep and made ya think And Dave never missing a lick played so energetic from the very start Will your heart open up long enough to look back When life was so pure and free And for love none of us ever felt a lack And the days seemed made for you and me But then it all seemed to fall apart just as you grasped that last ring Greed took over and the heart lost its way And all you could hear was the money sing God why couldn't the innocence stay Now on a building ledge you stand waiting to jump Your soul so infested with wanting new toys And you know your wife is out on another drunk Spending her days with a bottle and one of her newest boys That boss you loved so dearly took all the money Left you out in the cold He's down on an Island with some sexy honey And you realize your spirit you sold I beg of your dear friend On all that we once shared That this is the beginning not the end For you my friend I have always cared Find your way to the past Pick up those pieces of your heart And in those shatters you'll see what matters is my love for you shall always last And dear friend remember those innocent days and perhaps you can make a new start Don't tell me your love is dead For even in nature the cycle of life in full of rebirth Don't tell me there's nothing to live for cause everything's already said Cause life would never be the same without you on my Earth So give me your hand Whenever you fall down into the dirt Together we'll take that stand And when the end does come you can say you fought and lived through all of life's little hurt ============================================================
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I just love people who use the excuse "I use/do this because I LOVE the feeling/joy/happiness it brings me" and expect you to be ok with that as you watch them destroy their life blindly following. My response is, "I like to put forks in an eletrical socket, just LOVE that feeling, can't ever get enough of it, so will you let me put this copper fork in that electric socket?" |
05-27-2004, 04:48 AM | #2 (permalink) |
Illusionary
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Damn.....*snif*, don't you ever make me feel like that again.
Brilliant, I am amazed nobody has bothered to comment on this.
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06-05-2004, 05:45 PM | #3 (permalink) |
Lennonite Priest
Location: Mansfield, Ohio USA
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Thank you very much Tecoyah, your praise is truly deeply appreciated.
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I just love people who use the excuse "I use/do this because I LOVE the feeling/joy/happiness it brings me" and expect you to be ok with that as you watch them destroy their life blindly following. My response is, "I like to put forks in an eletrical socket, just LOVE that feeling, can't ever get enough of it, so will you let me put this copper fork in that electric socket?" |
06-12-2004, 07:22 PM | #7 (permalink) |
Drifting
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Location: Windy City
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That's definitely some intense feelings in there.... thanks for letting us in and sharing!
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna |
06-21-2004, 07:34 PM | #8 (permalink) |
Lennonite Priest
Location: Mansfield, Ohio USA
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There's a hole in the atmosphere
And the glaciers melting down There's people running everywhere And chaos in the town There's the man living next to me He's nowhere to be found His wife's taken to gardening And strange smells from the ground There's the beauty that I work with She's very sweet it seems But she's telling me everynight she drinks a fifth Then goes to the park naked and screams Has the world gone totally crazy Have we all lost our mind Or could it be we need something cause we've grown lazy And now we are all one of a kind There's the principal Who's never done wrong Known his wife ever since she was a gal They found him late last night in a gay bar dressed in a sarong The press tells us all we need They hound and stalk for a story And do this not for knowledge but for their own greed And when they make a mistake do we ever hear sorry Now we all have chosen to live within our head For all this craziness is rotting society's very core Me ........ I shiver covered in my bed Wondering if I ever locked my door
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I just love people who use the excuse "I use/do this because I LOVE the feeling/joy/happiness it brings me" and expect you to be ok with that as you watch them destroy their life blindly following. My response is, "I like to put forks in an eletrical socket, just LOVE that feeling, can't ever get enough of it, so will you let me put this copper fork in that electric socket?" Last edited by pan6467; 06-21-2004 at 07:37 PM.. |
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