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m h John Jan 13
you approached
our blank canvas
with black & blue paints
trying to make a sunset
out of me
but all you painted us to be
was a whirlpool

still framing it
trapping me in the middle
m h John Sep 2019
after climbing onto the rocks
and to the top of the cliff
he feared now not
feeling the comfort
of the whirlpool
because while standing
above the sea
he found new meaning in life
now that he realized
he is free
Laokos Sep 2019
"?"
mind shard stuffed
deep between
the lobes
adjacent to
the whirlpool
looking out through
a brain/body eyes
no separation
no points
no way out friend
but
how did "you" "get" "in" "?" " "
George Buckley Jul 2019
It starts like a spinning top
Hypnotically spirals
Then it swirls
Round like a hurricane

I look into the eye of the storm
It seems to smoulder
Delicate and warm
Yet distant

Unstoppable and yet serene
The vortex drowning my thoughts
Swirling me round
A turbulent sea

But I feel also peaceful
Overcome with serenity
Harmonious music
Drunk on its melody

Does it draw me
Towards rocks or bliss?
This shimmering cocktail
Sweet and heady

Why is everything so hazy?
Is it steam?
Is that a swirling bath?
An aromatic lagoon

Stirred by a gentle hand
Soft skin and porcelain
Inviting me in
Beckoning me in

Does it invite me
Or does the door close?
Leaving me indignant
And alone in the dark

Like a ballerina
Ever faster, ever lighter
Seeming as if to rise
With each revolution

Up and up it goes
Swirling and swirling
Now slower and slower
As it quietly dissipates

It circles now above me
Finned silhouettes overhead
Swimming around and around
I hope they’re not sharks.
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m h John Jun 2019
denial:
you tell yourself
they just needed a break
a vacation for the day
until a vacation turns into a week
and a week to a month
then you realize all the questions you have
are left wrapped in cellophane

anger:
your presence to me
was as calm as the sea
until i remembered every promise
you ever made
and then suddenly i become the sea
and these waters are no longer
soothing to me
but are now a violent whirlpool
where all my emotions
end up in the middle of

bargaining:
this is where my “what ifs” come into play
and how my “what ifs”
create a fake imagination
to where it is now a fake escape
from any kind of pain
until i can adjust to what my reality
is now set up to be

depression:
these black out curtains
still aren’t dark enough for me
i can still see your face
sitting in every picture frame
on my walls
with your smile
hanging there picture perfectly

acceptance:
this is the final stage
now i finally feel alive and free
the sun is no longer my enemy
but is now a friend to me
to remind me everyday
that i am alive and okay
i am now content with this
being my reality
break those picture frames, seeing the shattered glass will help make you feel better
Samreena Lodhi Jul 2018
My heart being pressed,
my soul being crushed,
I am unable to breathe,
I am unable to stand,
what's happening to me!!!

Am I getting lost
or simply out of my mind?
what's rising within me?
a whirlwind of thoughts
or a whirlpool to drown me!!!

everything seems blue,
and i have no clue.
Can someone help me?
Can someone sort it out?
how to get these things out!!!
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
The world we live on


The dinosaurs are dead, frozen in place;
They have gone, to never be replaced.


There is a sinkhole in our planet
And it swallows all beauty within it.
What is happening to our world before our eyes?
And why are we doing nothing to stop it?


We are in the eye of the storm,
We have safety in numbers.
There is a maelstrom so powerful it is eating up the waves
And drowning all the fishes.


A great blue hole in the ocean swallows the water down a whirlpool;
Where is the ocean going?
We have harvested the world of all its goodness
And the human consumption rate is still growing.


The world is dying and we are not crying,
Because it is someone else’s problem.
We are safe in this lifetime,
But our children’s children will die,
Because they have no oxygen.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Danielle Apr 2018
Disappearing into the milk
Silver goes for a swim
And a thunderous whirlpool
Was written for a poetry class and the prompt was to write a poem that is in the middle, the middle part of the poem. Give it no beginning or end. This is  one of my personal favorites.
Seema Feb 2018
My mind spins like a whirlpool,
With mixed ideas and invisible weaponry tools,
I have been branded as an aimless fool,
Cause I wasn't like other kids at school,
I want to tame my ideas so I can rule,
To fuel my ideas so others can drool,
For I maybe just one person for you,
But one is good enough among few,
Who always accomplished tasks before it got due,
I feel new as in a person inside my brain,
Why shall I then feel others strain,
When am ready to push my negatives in the drain,
And refresh my positives in this enchanting rain...


©sim
Spilling thoughts @ Raining evening
Ezzah Saleem Jan 2018
I have had enough,
My fears surround me like when dark clouds surround the sky in storms.
My silence is louder than the thunder,
Yet it is unheard.
Thousand times I broke,
I broke into the pieces of glass that slips out of your hands in shock.
Pain made me cold,
Thoughts made me vulnerable,
I am too scared of living,
Afraid of loosing more,
And tired of trying to escape.
The more I try to go far away from here,
The more it holds me,
I feel like I am stuck in whirlpool,
I am trying to get out but it won't let me.
I have had enough.
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