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I like to think of myself as a New Yorker, which is pathetic.

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Lonely, Desparate, And Pathetic

Are you lonely?
Are you desperate?
Are you absolutely pathetic?

Just maybe.
Just maybe.

Shame, shame.
Calling names, never letting it go.
Don't you know?

Are you lonely?
Are you desperate?
Are you absolutely pathetic?

Just maybe.
Just maybe.

Paper cuts to the skin, call it cutting yourself.
Self mutilation, with the light touch.
Come on what joke I'd have more fun snorting line of coke.
Never done it, cause like you paper cuts its absolutely pointless.

Are you lonely?
Are you desperate?
Are you absolutely pathetic?

Just maybe.
Just maybe.

Giving all your money to men just so they will stay.
Then when they leave because you have no more.
You cut yourself yet again.
Like that's the cure.
You continuously try to get em back with desperate acts.
I would call you a prostitute but you got it all backwards.

Are you lonely?
Are you desperate?
Are you absolutely pathetic?

Just maybe.
Just maybe.

When you get angry you just stare so teary eyed like a puppy dog who's so alone.
You spit in the nice guys face an expect him to stay.
Well I say no way.
Girl your broken.
Money is no object to me.
So to throw it in my direction.

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song, lyrics by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Acquitted Lips

I once had thought them miserable.
Ones I hated to kiss.
Too much truth came from them often.
And I resisted.

But today I am not as obstinate.
Today I listen more than a bit.
Instead of panicking in denied fits.
Unable to handle the honesty of it.

I feel pathetic I had rushed away,
From your truthfulness.
I feel pathetic but take credit,
For your acquitted lips.

I feel pathetic I had rushed away,
From your truthfulness.
Since it's obvious now,
You were the one to take risks...
To save me.

I once had thought them miserable.
Ones I hated to kiss.
Too much truth came from them often.
And I resisted.

I feel pathetic I had rushed away,
From your truthfulness.
Since it's obvious now,
You took such risks...
To save me.

I feel pathetic but take credit,
For your acquitted lips.
Since it's obvious now,
You took such risks...
To save me.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pathetic Way Of Getting Over Me

Oh if you read in the papers that she's been seen
A gettin' in an out of some millionare's long custom made limousine
She may fool you with her smile but I can see
That's just her poor hopeless heartless helpless pathetic way of gettin' over me
So you were down at Joe's on the night she broke her zipper
And some wane brain drunk champagne out of her slipper
And she danced on the piano and she screamed hurray I'm free
That's just her poor hopeless heartless helpless pathetic way of gettin' over me
Oh she'll do anything she can just to make me jealous
Of course forgettin' me is gonna take her lots of years
So I call her now and then just out of pitty when she laughs at me
That's just her way of bravely holding back her tears
What's that you say she got married oh the poor little fool
To some handsome movie star with the mansion and a swimming pool
And she's looking good and she's got a kid or two or three
That's just her poor hopeless heartless helpless pathetic way of gettin' over me
(Pathetic way of tryin' to get over me but she ain't never gonna make it honey
I mean those guys those guys you see her with now
They're they're the relatives maybe business assiciates
I mean I know this woman and she's sittin' home bitin' her fingernails
Let me tell you she's just readin' magazines
She she may look like she's enjouin' herself
That's the way she looks when she's really gettin' bad I know this woman)

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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I said, to be a New Yorker you have to live here for six months, and if at the end of the six months you find you walk faster, talk faster, think faster, you're a New Yorker.

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Pathetic Romantic

You are a pathetic romantic
Running to paradise to find
A jar full of delight
Trying to escape the phantom pain
Under this earthly rain
You want to be in some tavern of eternity
You are a pathetic romantic searching for
Paradise
Wanting to be in some tavern of
Eternity
To escape the phantom pain under this earthly rain
You are a pathetic romantic running to
Paradise
Trying to find a jar full of delight.

poem by M.L. Squier
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Eat Some More

Sixty million tons of meat
Spoiling in the stinking heat
Train full loads of moldy bread
Millions will still go unfed
Acres full of dying wheat
Burning brightly at our feet
A billion tons of roasted fish
Some with nothing on their dish
We can't see we're going blind
We're just dying on the vine
We're all sinking from the weight
Open wide and salivate
Do you like the taste?
Stuff it in your face
Its not nice to waste
We're not happy 'til we're choking
So we eat some more
Throw up on the floor
Go back to the store
We're so hungry
So pathetic
Lots of melting cheddar cheese
Spreading instant meat disease
Rotting veggies on the ground
Where hungry little kids are found
Worms in fruit an ugly sight
They're begging for a single bite
Our garbage dumps are mountains high
While other people sadly die
We can't see we're going blind
We're just dying on the vine
We're all sinking from the weight
Open wide and salivate
Do you like the taste?
Stuff it in your face
Its not nice to waste
We're not happy 'til we're choking
So we eat some more
Throw up on the floor
Go back to the store
We're so hungry
So pathetic
We can't see we're going blind
We're just dying on the vine
We're all sinking from the weight
Open wide and salivate
Do you like the taste?
Stuff it in your face
Its not nice to waste
We're not happy 'til we're choking

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song performed by Alice Cooper
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Me

I hear you talk about your family life
I wish I knew just what that means
I guess my mother never loved my dad
And now I wear it on my sleeve
My sister called me just the other day
It felt so good to hear her voice
My problem is I dont have much to say
I guess she doesnt have a choice, and Im sorry
Look at me Im so pathetic
I cant believe Im just an addict
Ive never needed anyone to help me
Im begging you to please come save me from myself, save me from my...
My mothers always tried to change herself
She never learned to let things be
She doesnt know how bad she messed me up
cause now she seems so fake to me but I love her
Look at me Im so pathetic
I cant believe Im just an addict
Ive never needed anyone to help me
Im begging you to please come save me from myself, save me from myself
If you push me then I wont fall
Ive been programmed to take it all
And shove it way down inside
Like my father (2x)
Im so pathetic
I cant believe Im just an addict
Ive never needed anyone to help me (Im failing it)
Im begging you to please come save me from myself
I hear you talk about your family life
I wish I knew just what that means

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Pathetic Memory

Useless, annoying pathetic memory
it wont remember
what she wants it or needs it to

Always forgetting whats important
wont remember whats asked
Many things are thought
very few ever last

Gone, faded, some never return
why cant it just work right? !

Anger, frustration
pain is created
All because of her pathetic memory

~IP23

poem by Iron Panda 23
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Smile?

'Smile.'
Said the girl.

''Smile?
How am I to smile?
I've lost everything.
Everyone..
Him.'

'Smile.'

'Smiling is forgotten.
To smile is to bring pain.
Why would I bring pain to myself?
Why? ..'

'Smile?
How pathetic..
How pathetic am I? '

'I can't even smile,
not with out reminder.
Smile...
How can I smile?
Please...
Someone make me smile..'

poem by Hidden Soul
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Smoothie King

She dont even know exactly where she wants to go
Is that a double negative oh never mind lets go
To the next line of the story
I met her at the smoothie king she said Seattles best
She may be right think I remember coffee on her breathe
She smoked cigarettes, I chewed bubble gum
I know I shouldnt take it but I think I kind of like it
When she tells me that Im dumb
And this may sound pathetic but I think that we can make it
Well go on and on and on and on
Love songs suck and fairy tales arent true
And happy ending Hollywood is not for me and you
So add it up and break it down
Its not that hard to figure out
Your crazy and Im crazy about you
Everyone around me says she brings a brother down
And mommy thinks shes great but then again shes not around
To see her throw a fit, borderline conniption
And all this only matters if we listen anyway
And shes all I can think about so I must not be gay
Im a lunatic and shes my psychopath
I know I shouldnt take it but I think I kind of like it
When she tells me that Im dumb
And this may sound pathetic but I think that we can make it
Well go on and on and on and on
Love songs suck and fairy tales arent true
And happy ending Hollywood is not for me and you
So add it up and break it down
Its not that hard to figure out
Your crazy and Im crazy about you
And we are the lucky ones well get matching tee shirts airbrushed at the mall
Hang out at the pretzel stand and make fun of people and laugh if someone falls
Watch everyone else hold hands and try so hard and maybe well start to see
That you and me were not so crazy
Michael Bolton (never liked him)
Celine dion
Air Supply
And now ME
Love songs suck and fairy tales arent true (Love songs make me sick cuz theyre not true)
And happy ending Hollywood is not for me and you
Hollywood California
So add it up and break it down (add it up and break it down)
Its not that hard to figure out
Your crazy and Im crazy about you
Love songs make me sick cuz theyre not true
Your crazy and Im crazy about you
Crazy cuz im crazy about you
Your crazy and im crazy about you yeah

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Italian Plastic

I bring you plates from rome
You say they look fantastic
I say were having fun
Nothing like that italian plastic
I bring you rocks and flowers
You say they look pathetic
You pick me up at night
I dont feel pathetic
When you wake up with me
Ill be your glass of water
When you stick up for me
Then youre my bella bambina
I say were on a trip
Looks like were on vacation
I say were having fun
In our little constellation
When you wake up with me
Ill be your glass of water
When you stick up for me
Then Ill be your bella bambino, your man from the moon
Ill be your little boy running with that egg on his spoon
Ill be your soul surviver, your worst wicked friend
Ill be your piggy in the middle, stick with you till the end
When you wake up with me
Ill be your glass of water
When you stick up for me
The youre my bella bambina
Who ya gonna take to the ball tonight?
Who ya gonna take to the dance tonight?
Who ya gonna take to the dance tonight?
Who ya gonna take to the dance tonight, tonight?

song performed by Crowded House
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From The Damage

This time Im done with always screwing up
Im sick of one direction down
Im a broken picture frame
My whole worlds twisted inside out
Streaming voices like a hurricane
Its telling me to wake up
Get out of bed
Put your feet on the floor
Theres fresh air out the door
And Ive been acting so pathetic
Knocking around like a ball on a string
Its taking time for me to get it
Im ready and willing to do anything to make it up to you
My arms are hurting so bad from being so empty
My heart weighs like a ton cause it feels so heavy
Im standing here all alone
Wishing that I couldve known
You just cant walk away
From the damage
Last time Im playing with a broken string
It dont matter no ones listening
Cause losing you has made me see
Ive gotta change
Gotta blame it
All on me
And Ive been acting so pathetic
Knocking around like a ball on a string
Its taking time for me to get it
Im ready and willing to do anything to make it up to you (oh)
My arms are hurting so bad from being so empty (so empty)
My heart weighs like a ton cause it feels so heavy (heavy yeah)
Im standing here all alone
Wishing that I couldve known
That you just cant walk away
From the damage (damage)
My eyes may as well be blind if I just cant see you(if I cant see you)
My hands may as well be tied cause they just cant touch you (touch you)
Before the smoke can really clear away
From fires I started yesterday
I know Ive gotta find a way
Somehow Ive gotta find a way to wake up
From the damage
My arms are hurting so bad from being so empty
My heart weighs like a ton cause it feels so heavy
Im standing here all alone
Wishing that I couldve known
You just cant walk away
From the damage
My eyes may as well be blind if I just cant see you
My hands may as well be tied cause they just cant touch you

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Polluter

I will close my eyes and hide my face.
I don't want this crowd to see,
those tears that are running down my cheeks.
I'm too ashamed to show I'm weak,
but after all I'm only a girl,
a humanbeing who has a heart
and I have the right to get emotional.
Ref:
I will slam the doors,
or shout out loud.
I'm the one who walks out of here proud.
you're the one to lose,
you pathetic fool.
your words they bring me down, but that's all it does
you just pollute the air around me.
Disappear.
I will close my ears, I don't need to hear,
what I am and what I'm not.
their not comfotaint to say such things,
cuz they don't know me after all,
but in the end I'm still ahead,
I get to do just what I like.
the thought of this will bring back the smile on my face
Ref:
I will slam the doors
or shout out loud
I'm the one who walks out of here proud
you're the one to lose
you pathetic fool
your words they pring me down, but that's all it does
you just pollute the air around me.
Disappear

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Ninth Book

EVEN thus. I pause to write it out at length,
The letter of the Lady Waldemar.–

'I prayed your cousin Leigh to take you this,
He says he'll do it. After years of love,
Or what is called so,–when a woman frets
And fools upon one string of a man's name,
And fingers it for ever till it breaks,–
He may perhaps do for her such thing,
And she accept it without detriment
Although she should not love him any more
And I, who do not love him, nor love you,
Nor you, Aurora,–choose you shall repent
Your most ungracious letter, and confess,
Constrained by his convictions, (he's convinced)
You've wronged me foully. Are you made so ill,
You woman–to impute such ill to me?
We both had mothers,–lay in their bosom once.
Why, after all, I thank you, Aurora Leigh,
For proving to myself that there are things
I would not do, . . not for my life . . nor him . .
Though something I have somewhat overdone,–
For instance, when I went to see the gods
One morning, on Olympus, with a step
That shook the thunder in a certain cloud,
Committing myself vilely. Could I think,
The Muse I pulled my heart out from my breast
To soften, had herself a sort of heart,
And loved my mortal? He, at least, loved her;
I heard him say so; 'twas my recompence,
When, watching at his bedside fourteen days,
He broke out ever like a flame at whiles
Between the heats of fever . . . 'Is it thou?
'Breathe closer, sweetest mouth!' and when at last
The fever gone, the wasted face extinct
As if it irked him much to know me there,
He said, Twas kind, 'twas good, 'twas womanly,'
(And fifty praises to excuse one love)
'But was the picture safe he had ventured for?'
And then, half wandering . . 'I have loved her well,
Although she could not love me.'–'Say instead,'
I answered, 'that she loves you.'–'Twas my turn
To rave: (I would have married him so changed,
Although the world had jeered me properly
For taking up with Cupid at his worst,
The silver quiver worn off on his hair.)
'No, no,' he murmured, 'no, she loves me not;
'Aurora Leigh does better: bring her book
'And read it softly, Lady Waldemar,
'Until I thank your friendship more for that,

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poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning from Aurora Leigh (1856)
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Eccentric Or Pathetic

Eccentric or pathetic,
it is hard to distinguish them at times.
I once knew a woman, who every morning
when she went to work,
would get down on her hands and knees
and sniff the carpet for any offending smells.
Recently I have heard of a man
who goes around the toilets with a magnifying glass
lifting up the toilets seats to see underneath
if he could find a minute spec of dust.
He then gets out is disinfectant wet wipes
and rubs ferociously until the offending minute spec of dust is gone. Are these people eccentric or pathetic,
it is hard to distinguish them.
So all I can ask of you
is to make up your own mind.

29 January 2009

poem by David Harris
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Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter III

Who has not seen the falls of Tivoli,
The rocks, the foam--white water, and the three
Fair ruined temples which adorn the hill?
Who has not sat and listened to the shrill
Sweet melody of blackbirds, and the roar
Of Anio's voice rebounding from the shore,
Nor would have given his very soul to greet
Some passing vision of a white nymph's feet,
And waving arms, as the wild chasm's spray
Beat on his face, for ever answering ``Nay''?
Who has not turned away with sadder face,
Abashed before the genius of the place,
A wiser man, and owned upon his knees,
The dull transmontane Goth and boor he is?
Who that was born to feel? What sons of clay
Are these that stand among your shrines to--day,
Gods of the ancient rivers! and who set
The heavy impress of barbarian feet
Upon your classic shores, and dare to love
Your ruined homes in temple, rock, and grove!
What new rude sons of Japhet! What mad crew,
Whose only creed is what it dares to do
Through lack of knowledge, whose undoubting heart,
Here in the very temples of old art,
Brings out its little tribute, builds its shrines,
Wreathes its sad garlands of untutored lines,
Writes, paints, professes, sculptures its new gods,
And dares to have its home in your abodes!

Oh, if I had a soul oppressed with song,
A tongue on fire to prophesy among
My brother prophets, if I had a hand
Which needs must write its legend on life's sand
With brush or chisel, I at least would choose
Some soil less fair, less sacred to the Muse,
Some younger, wilder land, where no sad voice
Had ever stammered forth its tale of joys
And loves and sorrows, or in tones less rude
Than the brute pulsing of its human blood;
If I would build a temple, it should be
At least not here, not here in Italy,
Where all these temples stand. My thought should shape
Its fancies in rough granite on some cape
O'erlooking the Atlantic, from whose foam
No goddess ever leaped, and not in Rome,
Beneath the mockery of immortal eyes,
Gazing in marble down, so coldly wise!

Such was Griselda's thought, which, half aloud,
She uttered one May morning 'mid a crowd

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poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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A Depressed Mind

Once again I've became afraid
Afraid of all what lays ahead
I know it's foolish to not seek comfort
But it's unimportant for the tears I shed

For my troubles are petty compared to others
Theirs are important than mine so small
My own fault for sinking into this depression
Does it really matter how far I fall?

Despite my melancholy mood, I do try to smile
To keep others from worring when they see
For I know they won't know how to help
So why worry about little ol' me?

You see I'm not truly in any danger
There is no reason for a shoulder to weep
I'm just a scared, pathetic little girl
Who's dug a hole, curled up inside asleep

Despite the dark, it's safe in this hole of mine
A barrior that keeps everything blocked out
Feeling numb is only a price for fear to be dorment
So I have no reason to yell or even shout

It's not the best reaction to have
But I really don't know what else to do
Either retreat into my hole or wallow in misery
Does it really matter what I choose?

Depression is still going to take ahold
And the fear is always going to stay
What's the point in stopping the cries?
In the end, I'm still pathetic anyway

poem by Katherine Sessor
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Selected Poems Of Dr. Mahendra Bhatnagar [2]

[1] O WINGED STEEDS OF DESTINY

O Winged steeds of Destiny!
Holding thy reins
With confidence
And with firm hands,
We will pull them
To give ye direction,
Every time!

Lustrous and indomitable,
We are the sons of the soil
We stand by the toil
We cherish the youthful vigour;
We will pull
Thy bridle — mind you —
To give ye direction,
Every time!

O ye, the sentinels and the stars foretelling!
Our labour is marked with brilliance,
We will pull out
Thy light undecaying;
For, we can reach
The inaccessible Space
Through endurance and steadfast endeavours.
O ye, our stars!
We will, forsooth,
Take away from ye
Thy brilliance!

O ye, the moving invisible hand!
Thou art the invincible citadels
Echoing the distressed cries
Of the ill-fated ones!
Bathed in sweat
We will wash
Thy ominous lines,
And singing sweet the inspiring music
Of hard work,
We will break through
Thy citadels
Of distress and destruction!

O winged steeds of Destiny!
We will hold thy bridle
And give ye direction!

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poem by Mahendra Bhatnagar
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I live a very quiet life, although I'm very urban and a diehard New Yorker.

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I'm a Tennessean at heart, and a New Yorker in spirit.

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