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You invaded my mind and held my conscience hostage,

My memories were tied together by your words,

Bound to be together you told me,

But your weightless words left me adrift in the clouds and now I rain down whenever my days get a little too heavy,

You simply cover yourself and wish I would go away and sometimes I wish I would too,

You always did prefer the sun,

Every warm embrace evaporating my damp love from your buttermilk skin,

And now I'm wishing I had come again another day,

Even now as I think about you,

I'm finding new ways to monkey fist my tongue tied because if there's one thing trucker's hitch has taut,

It's my memories to the opportunities I missed to love you.
SB Jan 24
Who was it that decided that a knot should be so painful to untie?

Sometimes, a tie is loose,
It has no purpose,
It is old,
It decays!

So why do we hang on?
Why don’t we just allow the knot to be broken when its clearly no longer functional?

Its quite sad really. How a knot becomes so weathered when two ends just can’t let go.
Johnny walker Nov 2018
Helen's engagement ring was
that of a forget me knot and
In truth, she never did forget
that ring never left her finger
until till It was passed to my
Daughter sadly on her
passing
Her wedding ring I wear with
mine that also never left my
finger from the day we
married so proud of my
wedding ring and to have
been husband to my
wonderful wife
Helen
The engagement ring worn by Helen
that of a forget me knot
she never forgot
Qwn Nov 2018
The knot in my stomach
is far too easy to tie,
I don’t know if it’s because
I’ve grown overly-sensitive,
Or if I’ve become so harshly
allergic to my feelings,
But anything is enough
to bring me to my knees,
A string of words laced
in specific pattern,
Or a series of music notes
arranged just so,
They bring back my past,
Loss, and abuse
grief, and anger,
They bring back
words meant to
knock me down,
And hits meant to ****.
Every time it’s the same,
The same ache coursing
through my veins,
The same jerky
shake of my hands,
The same way I recoil
from my own body in disgust.
Kavya Mukhija Oct 2018
With the disease spreading like wildfire,
You really don't know who's clean and who's not,
About who doesn't have a black dot
And who's past is an entangled knot.
But I wanted to give it a clear shot
And make this relationship work topknot
Because you looked handsome and hot
And you had in my heart, a soft spot
So I ditched my parents who cradled me to sleep in that apricot cot
Shoved in tight the values they had taught
Stayed out all night yet didn't get caught
But their daughter was one in a lot.
They trusted her at the sound of a gunshot
That night, I sent them a snapshot
Of us in the parking lot
wearing yellow shirts with Polka dot
They finally lent a free thought
And understood that I had for him a soft spot.
Tried an all rhyming poem for the first time. :)
Jon Thenes Oct 2018
I retain, fixed
unworldly
cashed-in
a point
until corroded by metological formula
and practical social delinquency

Weather me down
til I am camera
projector
and pinhole

Pure and abyss-less
lights vehicle
apperatus
                         - forget me not
I self plagiarised a little in this... Such is life.
Shame Sep 2018
Arrested.
A Windsor knot
binds my
fickle neck
to my dour
shoulders.
Plastic ties
elegant wrists
in pair.

One question:
Head up or down?

I lied.

Another question.
Atop a question.

Am I

headed up or down?
Give me redemption
or else,
how can I ignore it?

One bedroom.
An eager clock,
minutes
from my set,
or expected
The End,
happily
leaves me to my
routine.

One question:
Head up or down?

I lied.

Another question.
Atop a question.

Am I

headed up or down?
Give me freedom
or else,
how can I ignore it?

Can I really be who I want?
Can I really be what I mean?

Will I ever solidify?
Will I ever come to?

And who will come?

(. . .)
s Sep 2018
.
I’ll needle a thread around your heart,
plunge it through mine,
and tie the knot.
Copyright CoffeetoTheorems
Andrew Sep 2017
Humanity is a knot
And humans are the strings
We are connected by our actions
Until we choose to disconnect
By plucking our own individual strings
And start unraveling ourselves from the knot
Once enough strings are removed
The knot is untied
As we've lost connection
Strings are now subject to the wind
And begin to wither without the knot
And without the strings
The knot is nothing
What brings the knot back
Is war
Fueled by famine
We tangle each other in terror
Where the strings must be maneuvered with precision
So we may form a knot

The shroud of strings blinds itself
As war wraps us in calamity
But after all the wars we've fought
Is this the connection we've got?
Humanity is a knot
L Sep 2018
They've been untied
And i've been coming loose
It's for the best. In order to rebuild.
Retie.
When did i write this again
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