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Lukoje Sep 2015
Saturation,
no space left in my mind.
So many questions and
so much emotion
that I can't think.
All the things that I used to
see as simple tasks or
thoughts won't link.
No coherence
in my brain. Juxtaposition,
of ideas leads my actions
to dissonance.
Enjambment in
every movement that I make.
kurapika Aug 2015
how im struck with such a sadness
to hear you say my name once again;
formerly so lively and colourful, gently murmured
now uttered as though you would with a black and white passerby
and it appears we're under a blue moon
because i can't seem to recognize you
the blue moon is a homage to the phrase "once in a blue moon" due to rarity of the blue moon's appearance. i say once in a blue moon, because i couldn't believe how dully my name was spoken; a rarity that should've come only once in a blue moon
Scribbles and mess-ups and an ink covered page,
My brain is the station and my train of thought never stays.

Cluelessness and confusion are the things that choose to fill,
My mind of no rhyme in a head of no will.

So I chase down that train,
The one leaving my brain,
That fast locomotive that's driving me insane.

I find myself aboard a vacated car,
No thought,
just knowing not,
Where you actually are.

Place down the pen, close the book and lay back,
You might be on the train, but you're not on the track.

Head back to the station where you will wait for another,
Hoping then the train that comes will ride as smooth as butter.
Ottar Jul 2015
abuse of substance,
abuse of space
bully's don't change their stripes,
maybe just their names,
makes 'em feel surrounded,
by those of like mind,
like having relations, with oneself,

the jungle used to be the jungle,
then concrete became the jungle,
because someone somewhere
needed trees removed to flush the tigers out,
then there is the internet jungle
where one on a bent thinks they are a tiger
when they are really a dead stick
from a tree of evil rotting, while doting, licking
cleaning their own, ego,

oh please don't assault my senses with your defences,
no need to prove that copy and paste, makes you a word smith,
and imitation, may be a form of flattery, no need to flatter me
I am a nobody, who has a love for language, and
sees through bully ****, go back to the chicken coop and cluck,
yourself, ....


clematis scale up
flowers look grey and pointed
go boom to bloom colour

Access to knowledge is a dangerous thing
it is readily available and some don't think
they need to learn, to change, admit they were
a bully when they were young or bullied and
lastly anonymity in this day and age is a lie ;  )
What has happened since I been gone?
Ash Saveman Apr 2015
No letters
Or words
Or phrases

No lines
Or stanzas
Or sections

No this is not a poem
Or a mindless rant
Error 404
Nothing here
Noel Apr 2015
I'm struck with a pitch that seems out of tune
dark inside to a minor prelude.
I can't shake this feeling that something is wrong
in the mind there's terror though the surface is calm.

Which parts do we know, which chorus will I sing
do I sing of joy or the hate that it brings?
The bridge will fall and the melody dies
an error to my ear and a fear to my eyes.

A glitch in this matrix with an itch in this pitch
rhythm before love is a quick pick fix.
Truth defies logic deny it or die
a lie in the grass is still just a lie.

Don't think about it.
Dr Zik Apr 2015
I am in need of home sweet home
Free of terror, without any error
as I need you and these all
Sun, Spring, Winter, Rain and Snow fall
Dr Zik's Poetry
A poem is written in the context of unstable political and economic conditions.  When in the result of terrorism a panic situation is also prevailing everywhere.
Mari Jan 2015
Lost in time
These words aren't mine.

Unable to see reality
I plunge in to the darkness.

My hopes distort my dreams.
It seems I can’t tell them apart.

I fear I will never find my calling.
I feel alienated
By my own consciousness.

I don't feel I am ever on the right track.
Everything shifts
From one place to the next.

An uncontrolled mind
Feeding me only lies.

I am my own burden.

I'm walking on glass.
Every step is a risk I take.

Only to fall through the fragile shattered pieces.

And from there
I start again.
kailasha Dec 2014
another day
a few more hours
till this time comes again.
look out, for i will make
the same mistakes.
but these errors are not random
they are natural fluctuations.
i am studying for physics bye. #wishmeluck #tears
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