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Ghostt May 2020
I can’t explain the way you make me feel
It’s almost as if it’s all too real
Scared to look deep in those brown eyes
Afraid of all the possible lies
I know your scared too
I’m scared to fall In love with you
What if I already have?
Do you even feel half?
Half of what I feel?
I’m to scared for this to be real.
Pamela Apr 2020
You ever feel like driving a car
with headlights off,
in the middle of the night,
on a hazy day?

You go over that conversation
you had yesterday,
thinking that you could have been less incriminating.

You ever spend time writing out your plans
on a sheet of note paper and find it,
days later,
crumpled in your shelf?
And that tiny speck of self esteem inside you just dies.

You ever feel you have to tiptoe around your thoughts
because the 'real' you wouldn't approve of them?  

You lie awake half the night,
staring at the ceiling fan,
at the shifting shadows,
at the person next to you, lost in skepticism.

You remember that look somebody gave you
five years ago
one drizzly evening.
You remember that situation from last month,
wondering why couldn't you
have acted differently.

You ever feel like you're stuck in a loop?
An infinity loop?
Because that is just what over thinking is,
an infinite loop.
An endless assortment of 'what-ifs'.

Press 'Stop' and abort the mission.
Pull yourself together.
Give yourself that pep talk
and
go do whatever you always wanted to.
Every beam of light starts with a flicker.
Find your flicker,
it's out here.

Because one thought
is all it takes
to give you the most messed up picture of life.
And because one little thought
is all it really takes
to set things right again.
I've always felt that the main cause of unhappiness is overthinking. This poem is dedicated to everyone who thinks alike. Hope this motivates y'all!
Em Schwa Apr 2020
has jumped the cliff, grown stiff
off the edge of a ledge from a broken wedge,
It breaks to leave off a leash.
It won't listen,
Hence joy fails to glisten and regrets to compromise.
So here I lie.
I call for hire for which I desire
to douse the fire Our minds acquire
From the abundant pile of brainless life,
In the endless sea of tears, we cry
On the shores of sweet need
I thirst for water I can breathe,
But the sea beats the brink and,
I can't think.
Mrs Timetable Apr 2020
If I could read your mind
It would be reading mine
And we would say it
At the exact same time
Funny how that happens
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