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n0r May 2018
Struggling inhaling
A swelling, current
Mix of malaise and
Iridescent rays
Whipping within my 6th
To 2nd -

Is this normal
It’s not
Meditation shouldn’t be
This ***** filling
Royalling current of **** -

God, what happened to the bliss?
The breathing in until peace
Amidst a storm
External;
What did I do to deserve this
Everything -

It’s all spread in;
Sins, loves, memories
The currents of the past
Slamming against my dammed
For too long
Now spring 4th

Only by being
Here;
May I come to

Know these pieces
Long repressed
In armors rusted shut;

This is spiritual lubricant
                       It’s ******* me hard
Danielle May 2018
Blue
It flickered lazily in the back of my mind.
At the thought of letting go,
My mind became a pebble skipping across frigid waters.
Blue
It murmured in my ear, a breath tickling.
At the thought of falling,
Memories of heat and flames rose to meet
Blue
New poem, exploring some thoughts I've been having of late. Especially skipping a stone across a lake and how the mind will skip over difficult subjects.
Galib May 2018
I ask you out to grab some drinks,
You make my heart smile with your glimpse,
You lose your mind, jump and scream,
Accompanied with songs and melodies

I pretend, I like your stupid hair,
You want me to treat you with special care,
You say, things should be equal and fair,
I’ll keep telling you nice words, my dear.

My heart is where it wants to be,
Take it easy and pass me your key,
Listen your heart, set yourself free,
I want to lay by, to hear you breath.

For the second date, I slip away,
You give me your heart and fade away,
You read this poem and get freaking gray,
You are the wheel  destined to fray.
Poetic T May 2018
gales whisper upon trunks,
bending to the will of breath.

falling silently, no one hears.
EmperorOfMine May 2018
Sometimes my head feels like it's filling

My throat starts closing when I need to breathe

When I need to scream but I flick it away

Because ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍᴈᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ

No one knows what this does to me

But yet we can all relate when the bomb explodes

Why wait until my fate is enclosed

I vent to others hoping for results

But even when I'm hidden I'm still singled out

Why does the universe want me to be alone

Why am I treated like I'm not here

It's not always the peoples fault

I've had people try to hang out with me

But I'm weird, okay

And sometimes I just give off a distant feeling

Maybe I'm a monster

Or maybe I should be alone

Maybe my mind should be my only friend

The one I turn to...

Yeah, that's not going to happen

My mind is my worst bully

Yet I'm caged in, left here

Hyperventilating, panicking

I can't see right

I can't breathe right

I can't hear right

My hearing is fading

I'm fading

I don't know what to...do...
Amanda Kay Burke May 2018
What is a a soul really composed of?
This question is driving me mad,
I think about it, and it is disheartening,
The answer I lean towards is disappointing and sad.

Humans are made from flesh and bone,
Muscle, hair, 10 pints of blood,
Energy to efficiently move each part
A brain holding thoughts in a flood.

I am becoming very doubtful,
As I am writing these words down,
Is a soul what creates emotions,
Tells mouth to smile or frown?

We deny any possibility,
That ends with loss, sorrow, or pain,
I reach up for higher meaning,
Find no knowledge to gain.

Most people's beliefs rest upon a cloud,
Bathed in a golden glow,
I cannot put my faith in something,
No person for certain can know.

I worry souls are nothing else,
But feelings stemming from our brains,
If that is true, when our bodies leave this world,
And our last breath drawn, what remains?
Tay and i had this amazing discussion about what souls really are and i came to the conclusion that they are concentrated energy. I couldn't accept the obvious answer which is that they are an extension of our conciousness. What do you think?
Krishnapriya May 2018
The highest choice,
The sweetest and very best
Always and in every moment
Love.
Choose Love.

The highest and the best
But is it the easiest?

In the face of calamity,
Bitter, vicious calumny,
            How to choose love?

In the midst of trauma
heartbreak, anguish and grief
            How to bring love?

How to be a spring breeze?
When broken by disease?

How to be radiant light?
When facing darkness and fright?

Step by step,
smile by smile,
Moment by moment
breath by breath
i choose love.

With Your name as the anchor
My divine beloved savior
I choose love

Again and again
And yet again
To become
Moment by moment
breath by breath

That which thou art
Sweet love divine.
Poetic T May 2018
The reason I write is to expand upon every aspect
that collects in the drainage point of unchecked
emotions. Its an avenue where I expand all my
sentiments, my thoughts I need to readily preoccupy.

Even though I'd never admit it, sometimes I need
to create words of reflections that have to be freed.
These are the opposite of what I see beyond my pools
of thought coalescing, when writing there are no rules.

We can all hide behind our manifestations, never showing
ourselves. For the reader is always seeking what is unknowing.
I write on blank slates for others to guess what is imagination
and the reality of my syllables all melting in cognitive dictation.

"I have many reasons to spill my introspections on
            every eye to see. For what is a word if not a dawn
in the sunrise of others eyes. I ink the words before there gone
"
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