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Yanamari Jan 4
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
Unseeingly.

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
Seen
Unfamiliarly familiar
Unseeingly
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
drifts

apart
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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.
hallucinations Dec 2014
and the question is:
why do i find myself
constantly in this pit of swirling darkness,
with only thoughts of you
consuming my mind ?

and the answer is:
you're an all-consuming thing,
and that i wouldn't change any of it.
from the first time your fingers brushed
my skin,
to
the moment you left.
its time to pretend that this was for the best.
Twenty-fourteen | (c) hallucinations
RW Dennen Sep 2014
Upward I swirl
into the swirl of death shrills
Discontented about absolutism; the lies of war
Discontented about the perversions against nature; man's egomaniacal tendencies
Upward I spiral into the swirl of darkness
Gravity has no power to keep me bound
within myself
I let loose once again
I float towards another endless spiral of dark clouds,
these clouds spin expeditiously within its air-vortex
I see carnage,
I smell blood,
I witness the land of all misanthropes
Into the blackness as I spin,
my vision catches a chorale begging to be autonomous
in the state of sovereignty
The impetus in my desperate and saddened heart
I curse the gods
My tightened fist fails at at the darker darkness,
at this ominous swirling
I see no light ahead likened to the event horizon
on the outer rim of a black hole
My breath is being ****** out as the greed-succubus ***** out life
I see you in me, as we both are caught in this uninvited storm
Will we ever survive?
Will we ever survive?
So we must fight on!
Emma May 2014
My heart splintered
Smashed by a hammer
My mind swirls
It is a midst of clouds
Forming rings of smoke
It is polluted
Every day
Hammer Time!
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