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ManicCC

IT’S STILL DOCTOR WHO TO ME

What's the matter with the reboot series?
Don’t you like the Doctors bow tie's?
Maybe you don’t like the brand new Autons?
Or that the Daleks survive?
Where have you been hidin' out lately, honey?
Better effects on which they spent a lot more money.
Everybody's talkin' 'bout the series Funny, but it's still Doctor Who to me.

What's the matter with brand new Tardis?
Don’t you like its organic style?
Would you like if they brought back the round things?
Because we haven’t seen them in a while
Nowadays you can't be too sentimental
The Box is still blue and the Doctors still Mental.
Old Who, New Who, Anyway they do Who
It's still Doctor Who to me

Oh, it doesn't matter what they say in the Forums
'Cause it's always been the same old scene.
There's a new Doctor in town
But you can get the spoilers from a story in a magazine...
Aimed at your average teen

Don’t you like the clothes he’s wearing?
would you prefer him in tartan pants?
You could really be a New Whovian baby
if you just give it half a chance.
Don't waste your time on getting all Upset,
Go out to the store and buy yourself a box set
Next phase, new wave, Cybermen on a rampage
It's still Doctor Who to me

There’s nothing wrong with classic series
Not seen it? You should give it a try?
May you think it’s too old fashioned?
I like it, and I think you will. Why?
Bubble wrap aliens were always kinda funny?
And sets might wobble cos they didn’t have much Money
but it was the old phase, old wave, But the Cybermen still rampaged
and it’s still Doctor Who to me

Old Who, New Who, Anyway they do who it’s still Doctor Who to me
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Posted: Dec 2015
About this poem:
I'm a life long Doctor Who Fan. And on some forums I frequent There are debates about which "Who" Is the best, "Classic Who" or "Nu-Who".
For me that's a mute question. I like all of it.
So with my tongue firmly planted in my cheek, I reworded Billy Joel’s - "It's Still Rock And Roll to Me", to express my love off all things "Who", (If you know the song hum along as you read it).
Anyone Care to have a go and sing this? If you do please post the vid to Youtube and send me a link.
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madtat29

I guess Im done

I guess I'm done,
There's nothing left for me here,
You had your fun,
I guess I'm done,
You played the fool,
Used me like fuel,
That wasn't cool,
Baby you broke the rules,
When I needed you most,
You were a ghost,
I just want you to know,
That's when I let you go,
I guess I'm done,
There's nothing left for me here,
Yeah you had your fun,
I guess I'm done,
Now its the end,
Now we're just friends,
My heart is broken and I'm
hurting again...
I guess I'm done,
I guess I'm done...
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
Little song...
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Aaltarboy

The Gold Digger Artiste.

She's told herself often, that she was an artiste, but no one buys her paintings, and her art is the least. Yet she just won't give up, and persists with the dream, but the rent must be paid, and she hears the kids scream. Took a comely young boy friend, who himself pushed the idea, that he too was an artist, without talent sincere. Got her fat with a child, and like many another, left both quite alone, just like his dad did to mother. Now on dating sites hot, with the radar up high, for a schlub who can bankroll, the fantasy nigh. Hope she finds what she needs, since she's not in the way, to work for a living, each and every day. We've all met such types, who are good for a roll, in the hay now and then, but not for one's soul. Nor for marriage sincere, as commit we all should, unless a prenup gets signed, legally tight and quite good.
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Posted: Oct 2015
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ecm1013

Sacrology

I live in s place where the sun never rises
No you'll never see a new dawn break
When I wake up it's never a new morning
'Cause I live in a place where the sun never rises

Where the stars will never die
Where the universe hides no lies
Where I'm allowed to fly
I swear I've never been so high

Yeah I'm so high I can see my body
Lying on the ground peacefully
From a place where I can never hurt nobody
Where no one can ever hurt me

I live in a place where the sun never rises
It's a nice quiet place without any suprises
I Like my little place where the sun never rises
'Cause no one can hide behind there diguises
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Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
This poem is about learning to astral project and becoming a HappyDeadSoul. (capitolization and missing spaces in last 3 words is intentional...It's the name of my band)
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WhiteDragonfly06

JULIET SIMMS ( END OF THE WORLD )

I did not write this an artist I love named
JULIET SIMMS wrote this but I love the words and music she's is a brilliant artist

We flew too close to the sun
so close I thought it was heaven
If hell is a life without love
am I being punished for what I’ve done
Sky’s on fire,
All the world disappears,
no signs of life without you here
Tears will fall
Oceans will rise,
The earth will stop turning
Since you left every breath
feels like it’s burning
I know that life will go on
I will survive, but for tonight
I’d swear on my life
that this is the end of the world
Slept on your side of the bed
replayed the things that I should have said
I wish I had summoned the strength
to leave alone what I couldn’t change
The sky’s on fire
All the world disappears,
no signs of life without you here
Tears will fall
oceans will rise,
the earth will stop turning
Since you left every breath
feels like it's burning
I know that life will go on
I will survive, but for tonight
I’d swear on my life
that this is the end of the world
The sky’s on fire
All the stars disappear
no signs of life without you
Tears will fall
oceans will rise,
the earth will stop turning
Since you left every breath
feels like it's burning
I know that life will go on
I will survive, but for tonight
I’d swear on my life that
This is the end of the world
?#?EndOfTheWorld? ?#?JulietSimms?
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Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
Juliet Simms wrot this and because I love her music and love her as a fan I post this because even though I gave up on love inside me is a glimmer of hope that one day I will find someone who will love me forever
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pjatheart

The Wedding Song

Trust your heart and take my open hand
Love me as if there was no tomorrow
I am here to be your loyal friend
We'll be blessed together 'til the end
Lonely stars our joy will dream to borrow

Time is right to build our common dream
Don't be swayed by whispers from the past
Truth be told we make a perfect team
And as long as love is held supreme
We'll stand tall and surely laugh the last

We both know that this is real love
Only you have touched my soul so deep
Sweet and kind and gentle as a dove
You've been sent like angel from above
I'd awake and pause to watch you sleep

Trust your heart and take my open hand
Love me as if there was no tomorrow
I am here to be your loyal friend
We'll be blessed together 'til the end
Lonely stars our joy will dream to borrow
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Posted: May 2015
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pjatheart

The Perfect Pick

Would you like to hear a song
I just finished it today
It is such a lovely song
Grab a chair while I play

It's been hidden for a while
Waiting shrouded in a haze
It may even help you smile
When entangled in a maze

It won't hit you like a gong
In a land of broken deals
Where they sell you for a song
In the name of empty thrills

It won't send you running wild
Trying each and every way
It will soothe your inner child
And is mild for every day

Would you like to hear my song
It will help you win the race
It will keep you going strong
'Til you reach a better place

Would you like to hear this song.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
First published some years ago on a major poetry site,
this little piece made their representative book/cd set
for that year. A slow,bluesy tune goes with it
when it's performed.
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pjatheart

Why Ask Why.

Why has our love left us so soon
Not unlike a driving summer rain
Having once been perfectly in tune
We are now learning to refrain
Why has our love left us so soon
Recently I run into old friend
Full of unsolisited advice
Lately it's been somewhat of a trend
Then suddenly I came to realize
Why has our love left us so soon
Free again to choose and to belong
Thinking it is best if we forget
Only now and then they'll play our song
Causing fleeting moment of regret
Why has our love left us so soon
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
A short blues. Almost done with music part.
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NormanF

Ich Taub (I'm Deaf)

Der Schnee fällt, und ich kann es nicht hören
Fremd ist das Pfeifen des Windes zu mir
lieb zu mir sind meine Unvollkommenheiten
Trotz, dass ich taub bin ich immer noch menschliche
Ich schaue auf den Nachthimmel die Sterne oben
und sie einen nach dem anderen
doch sind die Wellen des Meeres schweigen
die Dinge, die ich nicht hören kann, sind verboten
eine Welt, meine Sinne nie erwerben
der Tag, wenn Sie wirklich mich angesehen
hat mein Leben verändert mehr als Sie wissen,
Ich entdeckte, Geschenke Ich dachte, ich hatte vergessen,
und die eine Gabe, die ich am meisten vergessen
war das Geschenk der Liebe lieb und teuer
dass rief mir in den Nachthimmel
wie ein leuchtender Stern die Sie vorher nicht zu sehen
der Schnee fällt, und ich kann es nicht hören
aber ich kann hören, wie der weiche Fuß fällt der Liebe
wie kann ich hören, was ist mir fremd?
Liebe ist eine Sprache, in seinem Herzen gefunden
und seine trotz meiner Taubheit gehört
alles, was Sie sehen, ist meine Seele wie ein Diamant
in der Nacht tiefsten Finsternis und
ihren Glanz erstrahlt wie eine Perle hier
meine Unvollkommenheiten rücken in deinen Augen
und alles, was Sie haben, ist das ein Geschenk der Liebe
Ich hatte anscheinend vergessen - mein Freund
in der ganzen Welt, was ist schön, perfekt
und wahr ist die Geschichte unseres unsterblichen Liebe.


The snow falls and I cannot hear it
foreign is the whistling of wind to me
dear to me are my imperfections
despite that I'm deaf I'm still human
I look at the night sky to stars above
and make them out one by one
yet the waves of the sea are silent
the things I cannot hear are forbidden
a world my senses can never acquire
the day when you truly looked at me
changed my life more than you know
I discovered gifts I thought I had forgotten
and the one gift I forgot most of all
was the gift of love precious and dear
that called out to me in the night sky
like a brilliant star you didn't see before
the snow falls and I cannot hear it
but I can hear the soft foot falls of love
how can I hear what is alien to me?
love is a language found in one's heart
and its heard despite my deafness
all you see is my soul like a diamond
in the night's deepest darkness and
its radiance shines like a pearl here
my imperfections recede in your sight
and all you have is the one gift of love
I had seemingly forgotten - my friend
in all the world what's beautiful, perfect
and true is the story of our undying love.
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Posted: Feb 2015
About this poem:
I wrote this poem on seeing a TV show about an encounter between a blind girl and a sweet lad who ends up falling in her love with her despite the fact they can't really set eyes on each other.

Love is a gift. We forget it has a story to tell and its truly the gift that keeps on giving.
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Korey2hall

Island of misfit boys

I love to sleep because i pretend that i'm dead, but i hate waking up, 'cause it's hard to forget that i've lost all control of this life that i've held so dear. I wait for the bus but i'm not on the bench. I'm just spread across the ground making friends with cement. hoping that the bus won't miss me when it comes my way.
Well i made a few jokes and they said they weren't funny. i tried to force a smile but they said it was ugly. i tried to make a friend but no one was a friend to me. Poured my heart to a girl and it went on the floor, and i asked her what she wanted, and she said she wanted more. i tried to find a lover, all i found was an enemy.

Well i stand in front of the mirror and look at myself and i don't make a sound but my eyes scream out help. and i start to struggle to hold myself back from thrusting my heart straight through the f*cking glass. and im tired of falling for girls that don't care, and breaking my back just to make them aware that i'm more than depressed, and their time won't be wasted, But i am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with.

Now i'm lost in this hole and i'm sure i am stuck, and i cant run away 'cause i'm lazy as f*ck. And i sit on the floor as i gather my thoughts, and their full of broken promises that only piss me off. Well i lost control when i was only a boy. The world taught me angst when i deserved joy. Now im breaking down as i struggle to breathe, 'cause i believe in a God that won't believe in me.
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Posted: Nov 2014
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