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Lora Lee Sep 2017
Sometimes
         I feel a well
                   dug deep
         into my heart
  I try to stop it
but it quickly
becomes ocean
  and overflows  
     into great tsunami
          rises over all the levees
             rushes past dams                  
               breaks down tall
                   city structures,
              edifices crumbling
           in its path
     all the squid and octopi
    skitting forth
in wild pulses,
tentacles entangled
     in doorways and rooves
        slipping through narrow
                window-openings
                   as they pour ink
                       in clouds,
                         shifting shapes
                          in cephalopod excitement
                            while blue whales
                            and humpbacks
                               breach over bridges,
                             phosphorescent jellies
                          light up
                       the dark streets of
                      my arteries
                     electric eels illuminate
                    the alleyways of
                   desolation's thick syrup
                     and I cannot stop it even
                            if I wanted to,
                   these darkened,
                     swirling waves
I am both floating and flying
like a jumping manta ray
curling around the ferries
bobbing in seahorse iridescence
weaving between buses
as if they were corals

And when the storm subsides,
colorful rockpools form,
rich in diversity
It is there,
in between the
multicolored ***** and
succulent shellfish,
in a mermaid's
       voluptuous smile
and turquoise eye
that I see you,
so crystal clear
                I could reach out              
                      and bring you to me,          
                         holding you tight
                         until the
                gentle break
     of
          morning
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Breanna Stockham Feb 2016
I'm a little too
Excitable
Or at least
That's what I'm told
Too positive
With my glass half full
Too happy, too many
Smiles, I know

I'm too naive
Too blind, unaware
To know what
Life's about
I'm too busy
Floating on air
To remember
The pain of the ground

You think I don't know
The pressure and strain
Of the final string
Of a splitting rope?
I've ripped, I've snapped
I have no less pain
But one thing I do have
Is hope

Well my glass isn't half full
Its overflowing
My rose colored glasses
Don't leave my eyes
I am not too much
Of anything
Except too good
At finding where hope hides
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Umaapaw ang pag-ibig na alay sayo,
Kinaligtaan mo, kaya nasayang nang bigla.

Pag iniisip ka, hindi maiwasang hindi maisapuso
Ganoon katotoo ang pag-ibig.
Iniisip ko, minsan, bomba lang ako nang bomba,
Wala namang sumasahod,
Wala ka naman at di ka nakatanghod.

Posible bang iniwan lang nang saglit
At saka babalikan?
Paano kung hindi?
Hindi ba't nasayang na lang?

Natuto akong irespeto ang panahon,
Pagkat ang oras ay bilang
At may takdang panahon,
Hindi lang natin alam,
Basta't ako'y iigib muli.
May nakita akong timba, umaapaw. Para kasing pag-ibig.
Sarahi Nov 2015
So this is what it feels like
Happy, free, and strong
Alone doesn't exist
When high spirits are present

Focus on what matters
What is life all about?
Cliches all around
But truths peek through

What is even stress?
Eustress is more the hype
My mind overflows with adrenaline
and all I crave is food

Love, I get from my buds
Any strain, and only specific people
My brain expands from learning and fun
Be selfish, you deserve it.
Little Azaleah Sep 2015
My feelings
Are overflowing
Like a
Glass full
Of water.

{E.I}
I musn't let it spill.
Lauren Leal Jun 2015
My life is rain to a flood,
only getting
*worse
Current feelings.
TSK Jan 2015
When it's three am
and the cold water splashes
against your face, wiping
away the sweat of another
nightmare,

When it's just about noon
and the old fork clatters
from your hand, moving
beyond the loneliness of another
meal,

When it's half past six
and the exasperated sigh escapes
from your lips, easing
aside the tension of another
day,

that is when I hope you recall,
remember, that once--
much more than once--
I was your gratifying well,
your overflowing banquet,
your everlasting breath.
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
My thoughts are overflowing
  Bursting at the seams
They're filling up the spaces
  Where nothing's what it seems

My thoughts mix into puddles
  Turning murky brown
I try to communicate them
  But they're all watered down

My thoughts crumble like castles
  At the tip of my tongue
They're falling back down my throat
  And scratching up my lungs

My thoughts are oozing out my pores
  And dripping on your skin
But when I try to say those words
  
  I can't even begin


-e.r.n.
©2014, Brittle Bird
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