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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 12
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 2
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 3
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 21
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.
A H Butler Nov 2017
Lying teeth

-
         Creep
                                Dearer.
-
silence roars.
The closer it contracts,
further it draws away.

Astonished to find
You're still confined inside
Your mind.

Destroy the weaker
and hide behind reticulum.

In the realm
of a hollow crown
I absconded,
endeavoured to uncover.

I‘ve left myself behind,
an inch
beneath water

                                     decorous

A wisp of smoke
as it climbs.

Carry your shame,
rise to the chime,
an unfamiliar invitation.
Bring your mind back around,
around to this
                                    callous.

The room begins to gratify;
You tax,
obambulate,
              depress.
                       ­            diminished.


Penduluming
will never
mollify,
                           placate.


The moment you appreciate,
               Passing.
-
Treasure motive
abhor being.

Be succinct.
Prove,
Demonstrate.
© A H Butler
Seema Aug 2017
I am born
Not made
Yes, a little torn
But I don't need an upgrade

A ***** pottery
By natures hand
No luck, no lottery
For it's my life, to mend

Freak, I am not
Bypass my pain
I am just caught
In this delusional, raging vain

Let it rain
My eyes brimmed, tears
Awake and strain
In whirlpool, for many years.


©sim
Vexren4000 Apr 2017
Whirlpools,
Rotating, dragging ships to ocean bottom,
Hurricanes, doing the same to wayward coastlines,
Reality following laws of spirals,
Whirls,
Fractals, some form of art embedded,
Deep into the fabric of what humanity is,
From the disposed piece of trash,
To the chaos of humanity,
All of it follows,
Rules and laws of math.

©BAS
Lady Bird Jan 2017
Can the ocean really get flooded?.
when the ocean in my brain gets flooded ......

my thoughts are tangled up
in the tornado twisting and turning
in my head surrounding my brain that fight
through the tossing thoughts, emotions and
feelings that my lips may have trouble speaking
my pen is the oar I use to pull my drowning soul
out from the troubles waters

The ship wreck of words sail through
the rough thinking waters running fast
causing a whirlpool headache as they
fight pushing and clawing at my brain walls
yet surviving thoughts that were able to brake
free from the storm of depression they smudge
a trail through the dripping wet ink falling from
my oar of a writing pen dragging behind the
clustering drift wood of lost words smearing
through the lines of the solid land of paper

my brain calms down a bit to inspect the
rest stop of provided free range of open
writing space clearing the way for all the
injured broken pieces of memories and
lost thoughts that were still floating behind
the mind is trying to stay focus by thinking,
searching for any surviving notions or ideas
that hangs there on the tip of my tongue

tossing out the remembering lifesavers to
pull in other surfacing thoughts that wants
and need to be revived from the fallen debris
clustered crews of gathered thoughts form as
my pen holds the ink of hope and inspiration
dragging my down confused depressed soul
to safety by writing my trapped untold story

ink its flowing through the valleys of paper
marking detailing the saved unspoken words
freed from the clutches of depressions prison
my brain can now release its story through my
scrawling pen that I hold in my writing hand

There are always traps of frustration, confusion and
depression; which is the worse pitfall of them all
the war from the thinking process is never over
preparing for their battle I take the action to grab
the already loaded weapon for writing; the "INK PEN"
Chloe Chapman Jan 2017
Who made you the centre of my universe?
Because it sure wasn't me.
Do you think that I want my life to revolve around you?
like i'm just a planet orbiting the sun,
A pair of jeans in the washing machine
Or flotsam in a whirlpool.
I don't suppose you'd understand,
How dizzy I get,
after a day around you
Or even a few moments.
How I can't keep my balance
And the world sort of tips
till' everything is inside out
backwards and all mixed up.
Except you.
because for some reason
the only stable thing
in this topsy-turvy world
is you.
not really sure how this came out.. critique welcome
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