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Pyrrha Feb 2019
Sometimes I feel like I am just a supporting character
A sidekick in someone else's unfathomable destiny
Maybe that's why I am the poet, and not the muse
Rosie Sep 2018
The human mind can't fathom infinity.

when I'm alone with you,
infinity doesn't seem so unfathomable.
Late night thoughts, I don't know.
Davon Brown Jun 2018
A tight pressure gathers in my chest as they approach and I feel a fear in my heart that's never been there before, My heart..


They're even closer to me now and it's to late to turn back now. They're arms are outreached almost surrounding me, My mind..


I vigorously lash out and shout. I don't deserve or want such an honor. I have to distance myself now! Or else I'm stuck. The arms close in on me and wrap around me tightly, I can't breathe. My mind..


Warmth. It greets your body with a oozing presence. My heart beats fast, and my mind lines up to start racing. I fall into the welcoming sensation, bringing it's youthful taste. My heart...

s s f w s May 2017
It's Not Your
Lips I Taste
When We Kiss.
It's Not Your
Corporal Odour
Salved To My Soils.
Its Your Subliminal Essence
By My Core Being Drenched.
Rooh aatma spirit
Marty T Ottman Jan 2017
what is it when every time witness your image.. minutes feeling like forever, when i know everything is finished.   reflections may not be as vibrant as they use to be, you know everything seem to  turns translucent.   lucid, but losing what it exactly meant to an extent. lingering  somewhere rather known dwelling deep inside. let alone all i confided just a piece is missing, when it comes to reminiscing. i know it doesn't make any difference. past tense to present.. the  significance lost its value.. its not a coincidence. just dont  misrepresent
K Balachandran Sep 2016
Under the spell of the milky way's surge
an illusion  past a zillion  light years,
among a million things dull and bright
flashing messages like crazy fireflies,
all the time demanding my attention,
how did, just you became my cynosure?
As I sit amazed like a kid on an ocean shore
foolishly start to analyze, without knowing
how to go about it, except dreaming  in poetry,
my eyes catch the same  galaxy in my veins
in your eyes churn, to catch the essence of this spell.
And I realize : you too are like me,  puzzled
about this magical conspiracy of stellar configuarations
that make the star dust within us attract each other.
What do we know about the cosmic dynamics that make us work as a clockwork, intricately connected to  one limitless consciousness, in which all form a part...
blythe Aug 2016
My pen and paper used to spawn fantasies
Imagery of happiness and sadness,
Random feelings I have never felt,
Emotions I have just thought of,
Made up stories of love and heartaches.

But now that you are here,
I know in my heart that my love is for real;
All words lost in an endless abyss of love -
Coz I know, no word could ever describe
This unfathomable love I have for you.
Jo Baez Jan 2016
Silhouetted feathers, dipped in Unfathomable pain, rain inside my room.
And the monster under my bed has awoken again. Feeding on my mind and the emotions I emulate
His cold, dead, hands wrapped around my brain
I can hear his voice inside my head his wondering thoughts keep me cold like bed sheets

Sometimes I wonder
If these walls could speak
What would they say after catching wind of everything they've absorbed
When I yelled my rage, distress, and disbelief at them

Sometimes I wonder,
If this ceiling had eyes
could it see
Me in a bipolar state of mind
as I write in this notebook
my moments of sadness, malice, and agony

Sometimes I wonder
If these walls were alive
have I slowly been watching them die
As I stabbed them a million times
With my lingering thoughts

And if these walls could walk
Would they walk away and leave me here
In such a lonely world
laying in my bed drowning in this shame
Buried in bones
As the skeletons inside my closet
dance above my body, & soul
in this rain made of nostalgic feathers
And the monster under my bed has replaced the monster inside my head.
belle Oct 2015
I could never fathom
Why she chose to love you
In subtle shadows
Where she was but invisible

I could never fathom
Why she let herself
Drown in bed, thinking of you
But not tell you so

I could never fathom
Why she kept her words
Forever dreaming
She has said all to you

I could never fathom
Why she draws a line
When in truth, she, o she
Wants to cross and be with you

But mostly,

I could never fathom
Why you said you'll wait for her
But threw her heart
And gave yours to someone else

I could never fathom
Why you made her feel
Everything was real but
Forget it all after she left

I could never fathom
Why now she is a secret lover
Who can freely live and love another
But won't bother to do so anyway

I could never fathom
Why she chose to love you.
I could never fathom
Why I chose to love you
madrid Oct 2015
I know I am not
But oh, how I long to be
Yours, and yours alone.
At times, the most unreachable thing you can ever imagine is the very thing you most desire.
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