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Lizzy Love Apr 2016
Sitting here,
not a clue,
how to feel,
what to think.

Emotions swirl my mind,
sending shocking signals,
just so my heart can know
to tighten, or beat fast.
So my gut can choose,
whether to go up, or down.
So my palms can decide
to stay dry, or get sweaty.

Sitting here,
not a clue,
how to feel,
what to think.

Emotions swirl my thoughts
as I am mindful.
So my energy can go
wherever it's needed.
So my intentions remain
purely in love.
So my heart shows gratitude
to all deserving.

Sitting here,
now I've got a clue,
how to feel,
what to think.
© Lizzy Collins
Ram B Apr 2016
Cool breeze gently sway
In the darkness.
Stillness whispers in the spirit of silence.

Love flows.
Rest your eyes.
Calm your mind.

Feel it.
Tyler Ardizzone Mar 2016
Be Mindful of where your mind goes
you already know how to find home
it is not inside your dome
it is your soul

be mindful of where you mind goes
whether or not you know
you will always find home

painful or passionate
love all or master hate
you decide what path you take

when you realize it was never a mistake
you were always in the right place

that's how you find home
Sydney Marie Mar 2016
I cannot feel ashamed or disrupted
I cannot feel lost or disturbed
by you leaving me...

Only because,


I was thinking of someone else.
toots Mar 2016
Dear leaders,
teachers,
parents,
adults,
friends;

society..

Please, please, please,

Think,
Before you speak.
Because your words will echo.
And they will scar someone
in a way,
Or more *.
I thought this poem out in the shower. Weird, eh?

But in all seriousness; society really needs to be mindful of their words. It really saddens me that most of sample essays my teacher gave us contain things like "students who came from broken families are rebellious" .

That stereotype's a *******, if you asked me.
DEREK RODARTE Mar 2016
Could you not feel pain barring on ones soul, could you indecisively open a grain of sanity with the courage to Lead life to freedom through a journey that could nourish the senses of reality given to a marvelous occupation.. this is what that is... that in which would deliver the relentless tyrant in ones self a mad man among eyes,
i am among whom who.... could not bare to see you stop.
Arc Jan 2016
My mind is elsewhere most of the time.
         Please,
look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
                                      Is it me?
Am I what you thought I'd be?

Try to understand why I seem so distant
Show some interest in yourself

Play me a song that makes you smile,
          that'll be what my heart clings to
                         when you are no longer near me.
good morning
The Black Raven Jan 2016
And she sat alone
In some filthy bar,
surrounded with smoke covered dreams,
Sweaty men
And bottomless drinks.
Aching for what she had lost,
All the time
wondering
if she was pretty enough
or smart enough-
And while she sat
she realized
That no one ever was,
and no one ever could be.
Lizz Jan 2016
Consciousness aside,
In my thoughts the ghosts reside-
Never enough time.
Rah-Rah Nov 2015
Light and dark,

the cars stop to park,

while the driver becomes a dream.



Day and night,

he puts up a fight,

to stay at bay with his dreams.



Days and weeks,

they all seem so bleak,

while the driver becomes his dream.
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