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statictitanic Feb 2015
She was always strange and confused
in a state of ambivalence
where is God and where is my mind?
why can't I see what's in front of me? Why am I following my own destiny, yet also following the streets people paved for me?
She didn't want to wait anymore for reckless answers that didn't make any sense to her at all.
So
She walked in front of a train to see the end of her tunnel
Rhianecdote Feb 2015
I wonder how far
you can change your personality
and all those susceptibilities.
Those patterns you follow
as you weave your fate.
But is it your own?
Can you trust in those
sense and sense abilities?
Cause personally
I don't know
if this personality
is something you *own.
matt Jan 2015
stress the gaping hole in the chest broken ribs and torn flesh. anxiety’s got a gun to your head  a single pull of the trigger and you’ll be dead. fear is words never said steps never taken only standing there shaking. empty, void of the want to do become or even move. hopeless, convinced there isn’t a way. depression, thoughts and dark images escape and you can run but they can hunt they will find you, hurt you.

happiness the feeling of forgetting are downfall
and
remembering that
the only thing
to fear
is fear
itself
Luna Elora Jan 2015
There's a reason nobody really looks fear in the face.
There's a reason nobody wants to look into the mirror
They're ashamed to be who they are
There's no reason for someone be so young and so broken
I am young and broken.
Underneath every ones skin is a layer of regret
A regret so deep it pours into ones blood.
Rattles your bones.
and reflects back from your sunken eyes, crying for help.
Screaming actually.
None of this is actually a poem.
It makes no sense really.
Yet it speaks so loudly you can't possibly ignore it.
I have a ghost. The skeleton in my closet, he's become my best friend.
Billip Phibbs Jan 2015
Man, this Haiku *****.

It's not going anywhere,

It barely made sense.
If you say so?
oni Jan 2015
when i was younger
i was scared
that everyone around me
was actually a robot
and maybe i was right
because it seems to me
that i am the only one
with any common sense
so why are we still calling it
"common sense"?
slightly inspired by a day to remember and my strange childhood thoughts,
It is in love that this world makes sense
It is in love, this life’s essence
My soul mate, O my love, my friend
Together our lives now securely blend

We are together in our joys and grief
In this journey of meadows and of peaks
O soul mate, what a mystery unknown
To us that in this deeper love is shown
Bunny Jan 2015
I searched your face for words
as you drummed softly on my knee.
Poetry hidden within your pores.
paints through my mind a melody.

A kiss in the darkness to a new year.
I close my eyes and listen to the beat.
Vibrating colors I see, feel or do I hear?
Inspires me - create something for the Lord:

To see, feel, hear, taste and smell so clear
I give thanks for the way Jesus restores
with blessings, lessons, senses and love so near
Heavenly rewards I will never afford.

your silhouette is a scene of Christ’s creativity.
Those rhythms show sensations that He’s in motion  
your heart-beat sounds of His life giving power.
your lips taste like the sweetness of answered prayers.

I smell His provisions and it is quiet for a moment.
...You're just a man...
But, you make me want to love God more fiercely.
Feelings are fickle compared to Christ, so consistent.

He’s the reasons we’re here, like this.
We may run off time.
He will be the reason when we’re gone.
OH dear, I may run out of sense and rhymes.

His love will remain.
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