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Floating heads
Means floating thoughts
But to many floating thoughts
Are to heavy to be floating
And heavy thoughts
Means a heavy head
It hits the ground
from where
it rised so many times before
maybe it can do it
once more
Just because pt.1 isn't enough :)
If our bodies
Were only made
Of floating heads
I sure as hell
Wouldn't have survived

My head
Would have blown up
In a thousand pieces
Because of
The millions of thoughts
It couldn't contain
Inspired by my lovely Best friend
Peter Kiggin Sep 2016
Peace cannot be described.

I am floating on a lake
While flowers surround me
My head is lucid give or take
Touching nature and living to just be
I'm enclosed all around by black and grey mountains that start to suffocate
All the people walking around noises distract inside I don't want company
Then I go beneath the water and all is calm nothing can implicate
I see a light deep down in the water so I swam towards feeling ever so free
Now I'm too deep to reach the air I need to breathe but somehow I don't need or want or wake to ever see the flowers that surrounded me on the lake
I am with the people I can understand and every day we hold hands and sing happy songs and play silly games underneath the lake to which I am glad I came strangely.
Peace, within outside
Right now, the only thing,
that's keeping me sane
is the sound, of the heavy drops
leaking from the damaged tap

As it falls into the tub
The sound pounds and pounds
on and soaks my hollow head
It drips from the
cracks on my scalp
drip by drip into my mind
My mind is drenched
My thoughts can't swim
There's a tsunami in my mind
a floating disaster
but you can't see

-Kaya
Mollie Grant Jul 2016
I want to know
how it feels to be
so connected
to someone else that
you do not want
to live without them.

Please god connect me,
connect me
to myself.
Eleanor May 2016
Of all the worlds I fall into none. But space and time have no hold on me. I watch from above in aparent silence and wonder how I can get back to my body.
MOTV May 2016
On an abyss
Myself
and existence
No more fighting, **** the resistance
Time has got me synchronized with the grind so daily I will do what I signed up for at the front door,
                                                  the paper said, "get the chedda."
The Paper said, " It gets better."

Did it on the nimbus,
Cloud 7 headed demon
Went in and gave the clause to the auditor who said "Oh yeah"

"The time is now, and the will in dow so pick up speed as we proceed in now."

O well taking it, "the plunge", Yahwey greater than anyone.
So I know, for, where I go, I can be back because I Am arose.

Fully penetrate your skull, with a ****** mind that minds and takes you to the limelight or life a sprite can guide just like a bull can be a ride.

Just like a fool can be wise, just like the truth can be a lie.

As I sigh, comes out winds of fury that vibrate that which is all around,
Trees fall, burn, turn to marijuana trees. Fold up your hands because you can't handle these.

Bleezies sparked, breezes call at the front door of the impala and now I drive off she is wearing Prada odd life we might make it if we change but blight stays long hard to go away when you stay strayed in a daze the days we play ball with friends but now we stuck in a tarpit of ******* and hemp left the club to crash the Benz they chalked the **** out the cement when I died and got shot and the body burned but the most high saved me as I perish I know I am weary be aware that you will beware me stair into faiths victim I am left in a grasped hand from the underworld the fingers seem to expand around this man burning around this hand fire grasping life again, but even in that presence.

I know Yahyah can save and I know that I ain't senseless a mess but I reap that of faith when I lept.
-df Jan 2017
These last few days
have been hard.
I've come to realize
that I'm not awake.
I'm living my life half asleep.
I just let the days pass
me by, and there's nothing I can do.

I'm just sitting here looking up at the
world through a haze.
As if everyday has a forecast of high fog.
Almost as if I'm watching myself through glass.
I'm on the other side just seeing myself drift.

Everyone's dancing and laughing, and breathing.
And I'm floating.
I'm suspended in time.
I no longer feel alive.
I'm floating and yet I touch the ground every miserable day.

(-DF-05/08/16-)
slowly drifting, drifting away
Thomas EG Apr 2016
There's such anxiety
Built up inside of me
Why don't you understand?
I'm drifting far from land
And
I'm floating far away
Until another day
I can't be here tonight
I can't keep up this fight
Or flight
Mode
Chest pains
This is awful
Mollie Grant Mar 2016
After a hurricane,
the air is different
and so reverberates
the sea. After a hurricane,
the water is dense.
I lay floating—
carried by salt—
thinking about weight
and the lack thereof.

After the hurricane,
nothing is right.
The weight of my body
on the waves
does not compare
to the weight
on my chest
in your
absence.
(v.): the act of floating with ease on the surface of the ocean after a hurricane has passed
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