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You became a filler,
An absent minded,
Twisty winding,
Pothole and concrete based filling.
Baby you were the rock in the pit of my stomach,
The ache in my heart,
The memories in my brain,
My nerves aren’t shot my dear,
I’m just in pain.
Selectively I am...
Indifferent.
Indifferent to my suffering,
Indifferent to my heart,
Indifferent to my feelings.
Pondering on the concrete in my stomach
Regina 4d
Holy One,                       Blessed...
                                         Sacred.....
                                         Truth.......
                        You must be weeping so much,
                        The human race betrays itself,
                        Murdering each other, oh, ***,
                                         We should
                                         be helping
                                         each other,
                                         but, we.....
                                         see angels
                                         cover their
                                         faces in.....
                                         sorrow.....
                                         wars rage,
                                         and, oh,...
                                         ***, we..
                                         see Your..
                                         children..
                                         die, and..
                                         people....
                                         fight for..
                                         foolish....
                                         reasons..
                                         I pray.....
                                         we see....
                                         and.........
                                         realize....
                                         and love
                                         each.......
                                         other......
                                         You........
                                         must be,
                                         weeping
                                         so much.
The Prince of Peace wants us to love one another.
Izzy Aghahowa Nov 12
maybe the words i said
couldn't contain themselves
into their strict meanings
and suddenly
i revealed my headspace

Suddenly you are a part of it
my dark twisted struggle for
a body removed
with a body that won't
will not
move from its concrete place

it's a different kind of silence
one only few learn about
gracie Mar 14
Shake me

Til the sad falls away
Til my heart breaks so cleanly
That you can staple it together
With love or
Some kind of metal
That won't melt in the scorching
Heat.

Hold me

Til my hands stop
Quivering
Til warm clouds of
Breath escape my lips
And drift up into the
Smoking atmosphere
Between our
Chests.

Shatter me

Til glass scatters across the
Concrete
Til no amount of superglue or
Soft words
Can fix the wonderful
Damage you leave
Behind.
Jen Nov 11
Outstretched
And
Exposed
To find
Yourself
In
The
Chasm.

Displaced
Consciousness
As if
A Phantom.

Holding your soul,
Close to your body.

Rolling
Into
A Cocoon
Of
Newly
Spun
String.

Rolling, rolling, rolling...
To where?

Towards
Undetectable
Cosmos.

Unending,
Then crystalizing
Over sudden sunsets,
Infinitely,
Across the horizon.

Moving towards
Abstractions
Faster,
As concrete
Fails to set
Within them.

Swept up
On the stairwell
Of a helix,
Waiting to
See where
It ends.

Caught up
In the never-ending
Space of Obscurity
That sometimes seems
Forbidden.
This poem might not appear to make sense at first.  It came to me as a visual image that suddenly popped into my head as I was thinking about how I feel about a life situation that I've struggled with for a while. It actually has dual meanings as after I wrote it some subcontious thoughts also surfaced.  I've heard poetry is good therapy and believe it. So the inspiration came as the sun started to go down as it does now at 4pm.  I was thinking about a piece of life, closed my eyes and saw myself exposed and ***** laying in a dark, empty space. Then I realize it, and so my entire being rolls itself up in a cocoon for protection to find that my mind is very abstract and struggles in this concrete world, especially around a lot of people who are very concrete and black & white thinkers. It's time to find a new field but it seems like a big leap. Just thoughts and visualizations put to words....
Do you have a ticket to ride ?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
               Do you have a ticket to ride ?
                 Only this Eagle’s for poets

                   You have to take JetStar
                    Of course no unwashed
                     Unless you show faith

                      Having faith essential
                       As no atheists here
                        Virtually a reality
                         Especially here

                          Air Sea Eagle

                          To fly up n up.
                            Into the sky
                             Careful now
                              Keep hats on
                              Experience it
                              Two hour trip

                                To Brisbane
                                Over mountains

                                Rivers and lakes
                                In a wink of an eye.
                                  Destination Philip
                                Experience the spirit.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just a little fun.
A concrete poem. Written by Philip
November4th 2018.
Have fun with your words
Come fly with me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Come fly with me.
   The history of the World
       And the poetry of the World
           Is more than just fascinating
               The fantasy that can be then woven
            Whist you are flying like an Eagle
         Far beyond the natural limits
      Of your very own experience
    And in a sacred association
  Come fly with me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip
November 4th 2018.
Flying with the fantasy
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