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Robert Nov 2018
your day happily ends
with him in your bed
as my day happily ends
with you in my head
Stella Nov 2018
it feels like i´m running
like i´m running an i can´t stop
i can´t stay still
my heart beats so fast and it can´t stop

everything is Happening so fast

i want it to stop
but it doesn´t

i want it to stop

i try to figure out what´s causing this mess in my head
but i can´t find the answer

and it doesn´t stop

my head doesn´t stop to turn around

make it stop i scream
but there is no one
no one who´s listening to me
no one

i am alone

i am alone with my worries, my Feelings, my fears, my Problems

alone with the mess in my head
Marsha Nov 2018
silly child,
there are no monsters
in the closet
or under your bed.

the worst kind
of monsters
are those
(already) living
inside your head.
Be afraid of your own self, maybe?
Colm Nov 2018
... When I'm writing I am torn apart
    I am there more less than me

... When I'm fearful that my heart's exposed
    And too disclosed, in such moments I am free

... When her topic weighs upon my mind
    And no self-thought will settle me

... It is when I write, I don't know I've found
    That I create what I've yet to see
And this is this how intuitive lives. LOL.
Lydia Nov 2018
Now I can't breathe
I am wide awake
Going back to sleep is impossible
Help me
Tired eyes and my brain is fuzzy
Maybe I'll think nice thoughts
And that will help me sleep
Really I am trapped in my head
Every night I just have bad dreams
juliet Nov 2018
i am an artist
silversmith of masterpieces
worn out scratches
of pencil lead and inked out memories
the fire on the candle
burns, lighting up my head
and guiding me to a crisp,
blank page
my heavy breath, my heavy heart
blows it out in dark puffs of steam
the smoke is singing!
i’ve lost the light and brought my soul back home
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