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Dario Tinajero Dec 2024
If I was in a different place
Outside time
Worlds away from this current existence
And someone asked me,
“Would you want to travel to a place called earth, feel a glimpse of life, experience all the emotions and events within a person’s day, love, heartbreak, anger..?”
The dumbest thing in the world would be for me
Or anyone, to decline.
So,
Whenever you are in a moment in time where you feel
Exasperated,
Unloved,
Stressed,
Remember how lucky you are to have the capacity in your soul
And in your heart,
To have perfect, quality sentiment
That even the highest stars in the sky could not grasp
It’s all part of the humanly package..!
If I knew how,
I'd write music to go along with the words in my poems,
And I turn my poems into songs.
Some poems don't need tittles, the words in them are good enough on their own. So I'm suggesting an idea to the poets in this community, a new kind of verse. No names, only emotion.
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
The soupy morning fog
Blankets the rolling mountains
 In a translucent mask of
water Vapor and reflected light.

As the lone Peregrine circles High above,
somewhere Just south of Heaven.

Peering through the mist,
with Unrivaled eyes, and a predators heart.

The Dove preens his feathers unaware.

I stand on a cliff side the sole witness
to this spectacle of
life and death about to occur.

Both mesmerized and horrified,
as the falcon begins its dive.

It's over before the dove even knows it's begun.

As I stand overwhelmed
in a cascade of conflicting emotions.

Realizing I've learned a lesson today
but not knowing for sure What it was.
This is what you get from watching the Discovery Channel
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Creepypastafairy Dec 2024
Spilled ink
Isn’t about tattoos but it is
About pain and emotion
The feeling that get spilled
In the creative process
But will be a pain to
Repair that is spilled ink
When you  put your heart
In everything
Nigdaw Dec 2024
I look back at the wreckage
of my life
mass of twisted emotion
car crash of desire
watching the beauty of bridges
burning out in the night
how can you understand me
when I barely know who I am
searching for personality
a place to call myself
mirrored in your eyes
I'm who you're looking for
an oasis in the desert
full of the promise of disappointment
leading to so many dead ends
that never had an entrance
lets skip the intro
move on to the overture
I don't do goodbyes
just change the music
and onto the next show
I keep writing about Autism, hoping I'll find an explanation that makes sense to me.
Jia En Dec 2024
Because nowadays
Every feeling is a cliche.
Every tear shed;
Every bowed head;
Every face turned red;
All are cries for
Attention (the more
The better, am I right?).
And if your eyes are bright
And shining with what are
Finally not
Teardrops
Then you should think of the children far
Away in Africa or whatever,
Forever
Starving or in thirst.
Feel generous, put others first
And you're just
Showing off. But helping yourself
Isn't any nicer, I've found.
Dare upset even ground
With thoughts of anger and
You'll understand
That fury
Does no one good, yet
It still seems to be
The emotion that gets
The most coverage, makes
The most change. Go through heartbreak
And be scorned for having expectations.
Have great relation
ships and people envy you
For experiencing no complications.
I don't know what to
Feel anymore.
I've experienced the repercussions
Before.
tldr nothing you feel is ever right
Talon Robinson Sep 2024
One pulls through
Logic
The other drags
Emotion
Who do I listen to
The one who
Thinks
This is a good idea
Or the
Feeling
Why cant they come
Together
Meet in the middle
Come to an agreement as
One
Talon Robinson Dec 2024
You ever get a
Sharp pain
Right in your
Chest?
Then instead of
Freaking you instead that
Person pops up
And then you are
Instantly angry
But at the fact you
Want their presence
Their energy
How dare they tease
Mentally with their
Gorgeous appearance
In our heads
Ah crazy what the
Heart asks for
Nothing bad just that person driving you crazy and not knowing :)
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Your body, on mine,
is like, morning sun
touching my face.
I close my eyes and
let the warmth of you
wash over me.
Wash over me,
cleanse me,
purifying my soul.
Your body, on mine,
makes me whole.
Your body, on mine,
is like the moons shine.
A radiance the night cannot hide.
bathed in light,
be it morning or night.
Your body, on mine
is my greatest delight.
Your body on, mine.
Oh how I love
your body,
on mine.
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Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
In the inner workings of my mind
a cog has slipped.
Things are turning at odd times.

Fast then slow, then fast again.

Lubrication running out,
frustrations setting in.

Memories escape me.
While wild machinations
fill my head.

Life and Death,
Pleasure and Pain.

Wait, I feel the cog has slipped again.

Life and Pain,
Death and Pleasure,

Is that right,
or is it the other?

Maybe it's neither,

maybe the cog is just broken.

In the inner workings of my mind I am insane.

Shhhh...........

Don't tell anyone.
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