why is it that these
give no warning;
feeling of nothingness
envelop my every
what does anything
nothing means nothing
my breath has no
the boxes full of sadness
that have been packed away
in the shadows of my brain
since march have been opened again
now they spin around in my brain
making me numb to everything surrounding me
Looking for its way out
As it feeds on a drama
This is not even mine.
The mind fights.
I'm still here.
In my point of presence.
We are here now.
It will wash away.
The waves cleanse
As they reverse away from the coast
the undercurrent pulls
I AM beholden to no one.
I AM unto my own.
I AM here for me.
As the separation fades.
I can see.
Jun 4, 2020
I wonder if this is what it feels like
If my heart is supposed to feel like hot ash,
blowing in the wind and landing in my hair?
If my words are meant to be like alphabet soup,
equating to be nothing?
Am I meant to feel like an empty shell,
sinking to the bottom?
wote this with a bit of a jumbled brain.
Title ideas? I have a few but they don't quite fit.
Thanks for reading!
I stand here spinning
on my thoughts spinning.
The washer's spinning,
the fan spinning,
Water drains out spinning,
into the earth seeping,
in the soil, hydrating;
as the planets spinning,
on their axes spinning,
for it is their eternal spinning.
sometimes trails of thoughts can tell stuff which might or might not make sense.
With too much time on my hands
I think of you
It’s funny how these cycles
Keep on spinning
Cobwebs in my mind
Still catching lies
And love feels a world away
It’s easy to feel trapped
The line between observer
No longer exists
What used to matter
Now its all useless.
All those those things I thought were true
Seems like I didn't even had a clue.
Even though I was used to the pain
Cause it was the only thing made me feel alive!
Now it seems to not matter
It was all useless!
Waking up everyday with the same burden
Caught in the web I, myself had woven
What it really seems
Is that nothing really matters!
My head starts spinning
My body's shaking
Thinking about what could've done!
My feet starts walking
My hands are reaching
Desire for my world to burn!
And still I am here
Just waiting for you...
Drowning in the pool of agony
With disbelief in Separation!!!
I hate circles. I hate their constant
Circles cause distance from humans and ideas. I crave a
Closeness that only the orbiting planets can
Spinning, spinning, spinning my mind turns to chaos.
Watching my laundry circle the washer makes me
See my mundane life circling the drain, ready to drown.
Life cycles and menstrual cycles… ahh! what it is like to be a
an odd favorite of mine from a portfolio I turned in during my freshman year of college
As the balloons rose up
My heart fell down
I cant believe
Youre in the ground
My head keeps spinning
Round and round
I'm lost and never found
Without another sound
melancholy as I may be,
the world has not halted on its axis, as I may believe
the robin still sings, bringing in the new day
the sun still ascends in the east, filling the day with its warm glow
and descends in the west, leaving a haunting chill behind
the people still dance under street lights
and roar with laughter in the glimmer of the sun
the moon still fills the world with beams of white light,
bringing in the new night
now I realize that your world still spins
but mine has halted
- goodnight sun