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Drousy still days
of windy aggressive motion
cutting through the nonsense
my head in the clouds
I lost it
  May 2015 Clara the Clairvoyant
Jane
I wish you could get out of my head,
Because at night when it gets late,
My mind starts to inane,
My face goes full red.
Sometimes I go insane,
Thinking if we'll talk again,
To be honest I'm drained,
And I need you to explain.
I would love to complain,
About this cruel pain,
But I'm tied in a chain,
Not allowed to refrain.
I write these for my sake,
To take away this ache,
So I could start and fake,
Just when I'm about to *break.
You're the person I think of before I go to sleep.
My thoughts are heavy and loud
they make my head pound and my neck sore
my body begins to shake
Quaking in my own significance
i dont want to exist anymore
Let me go
I have no idea, i likef the first few lines and went eith the rest so whatever you think is appreciated. ENJOY
There is an ache in my hands
an itch in my brain
the fluid is flowing
round and round
faster and faster to a sudden stop
and it all come slipping and crashing out of the sides
a mess everywhere
nobody is here to clean it up or pick up the pieces
go on
simple random thoughts coming to my mind spontaneously some how to try and make this poem make sense... it doesn't
A blank mind,
could ever be so fine.
Shine on,
Find others fond.
Let’s sit on my lawn,
watch the sky.
Oh my!
A shooting star,
so far away.
Everything will be okay.
Don’t think.
Just feel my heat,
and listen to my heart beat.

Light--fright!
A bump in the night.
Are you scared?
Get up & fight.
You have the might,
don’t you?
Get on your shoes,
this is your cue.
When it was mine,
I flew!
I had no clue,
how high I could go.
But if you stay low,
you will never truly know.
a poem written simply by looking at a blank screen and the words flew out of my mind onto the key board into the computer. A basic poem but hidden meaning for me.
You feel a sudden shift in time,
but you do not want to admit anything.
So we lie in bed,
because that seems like the only solution.
I fall asleep in your arms,
you write me this *ecliptic rhyme
.
Only one I can solve,
as the new moon and stars set.
I slowly can feel chills,
an emptiness consumes my every thought.
I cannot bare to hold it all in,
my knees and hands hit the concrete.
Blood runs from my ears,
I yell but nothing comes out.

All my missing feelings and emotions
come back and
  devour  my breath.
I frantically take my fist
and carve 'help' in the dirt.
Falling back I hit my head on the tree,
you wake me up hours later.
You swear I am alive,
but everything is drained.
Kenophobia is the fear of voids or empty spaces.
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You can feel empty, but still that somehow could
eat you alive, more than being occupied
with the real world.
Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.
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