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Traveler Nov 2020
Swirling thoughts  
Come to me
Wickedly spiraling
The rage
Choking my memories
In an
Attempt to express
Who is to blame
For my blemishes

Then I remember
I am perfect the way I am.
Another song
To serenade my ego!
Traveler Tim

The song remains insane
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Leaf Fall
by Michael R. Burch

Whatever winds encountered soon resolved
to swirling fragments, till chaotic heaps
of leaves lay pulsing by the backyard wall.
In lieu of rakes, our fingers sorted each
dry leaf into its place and built a high,
soft bastion against earth's gravitron—
a patchwork quilt, a trampoline, a bright
impediment to fling ourselves upon.

And nothing in our laughter as we fell
into those leaves was like the autumn's cry
of also falling. Nothing meant to die
could be so bright as we, so colorful—
clad in our plaids, oblivious to pain
we'd feel today, should we leaf-fall again.

Originally published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea. Keywords/Tags: Fall, autumn, leaf, leaves, swirling heaps, piles, wind, rakes, laughter, backyard, play, playing, falling, children, bright, colorful, plaids
Somewhatdamaged Feb 2020
All I see is you
Your heart stopping smile
And your never tiring glowing eyes.
All your beautiful etiquettes
And me drowning
In the twisted swirling confusion.
Nothing's clear but seems so real
Eyes shut, Dream on!

But the first thing I see
When my eyes wide open
Are the broken weak efforts
Trying to get off the bed.
I need to but I don't want to
Here I go again,
In the never ending spiral.
I am the mindless freak
The ignorant piece with nothing to feel.
Yanamari Jan 2019
My eyes have always been open
Open to where I am
Open to who I am with
Open to the flows of the world,
Flows that I could never fully comprehend,
The complexities dance in front of my eyes
Mirrored in my mind
Filling it with swirling thoughts;
Never fully sunken in, and yet seen

Flows that I cannot comprehend
Continue to surround me
No matter how many flows etch into my flesh
Eyes open, mind overflowing.

The love that stares me in the face
Unfamiliarly familiar
Irreplicable in my heart
Swirls endlessly in my thoughts
In and out of consciousness
It was never etched into my flesh.
Yanamari Oct 2018
Wouldn't it be lovely
To lose yourself
Wouldn't it be lovely
If the world turned dark.
Wouldn't it be lovely
If all felt void
Wouldn't it be lovely
If I breathed no more.

Too tired to argue
With thoughts that float closeby
Too tired.

And if I don't fit your standards
Then, you have to paint
A standard on me?
The world is your canvas
And so you smile at what you
Want to see?
I love you guys
That's as clear as can be
Love us in your standard
And in the moonlight
Let the glowing soul leave.
You've made your shells,
Why do you need their cores?
Acting like they're free...

Am I an anomaly?
Too tired to tell.
I don't want to take the time
To explain who I am.
Not every single time.
Easier to say goodbye but
I'm flying high
Too fast for me to.
Too tired.
Just let me be me.
Random yet connected thoughts
Wyatt Jun 2017
Swirling down,
I've been gone for too long.
Project these images onto the screen.
Swirling on down,
I'm sick of this awful song.
What we feel isn't ever what is seen.

Where am I?
I think I've gone too far this time.
What am I?
I've wasted all this limited time.
How am I still writing any of these words?
They could have taken me any time.
How much longer til' I go?
Now I'm left for dead.
I'm on empty.

Swirling down and dead,
I'm waiting here to take my life.
Day by day, it's sounding more alright.
Swirling on down,
come take my life.
When I'm on empty,
you'll come and take my life.
eleanor prince Dec 2016
swirling wistful
whispering ridge

speaks to my blood
ancient refrain

stroking stealthy
passionate reach

leaves no freedom
coveting all

onwards stalking
urgently quiet

strikes when poise

Wyatt Apr 2016
There's a lot of conflict swirling in my head,
I think need to go out for a bit.
I view the world a lot differently
then I did a couple years ago.
I need to go out and get some air.
Sick of feeling like I'm about to choke.
I'm sick of feeling like death.
I'm sick of feeling sick and I'm sick of the past.
If I could I'd throw it all away,
I don't care that my past made me who I am
because maybe I don't want to be who I am.
I've got lots of bad memories and a lot of guilt, I'm ashamed.
I wish I could have always been as nice as everyone says I am.
I need some air.
I wish I could have some type of normalcy.
Joyce Jan 2016
My head is spinning.
Thoughts are clinging.
Words are swirling
twirling around.
Loud noises I hear.
But there is no sound.
Try to escape this fog
on winters ground.
Find a light that will
guide my way.
I mumble and stumble
so fragile yet humble.
I'm not myself today.
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