#racingthoughts - Hello Poetry

Words start the race to my head red soft dirt stifling ready at the perfect stance the stuffy white air disrupting my breathe unable to glide like the peppermint girl in the back The 2am buzzing a competition to the sterilized room Constantly streaming thoughts that cannot seem to lose Although the bitter half moon must cut off my legs I find myself here managing either way

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Apr 22

Apr 22, 2026 at 3:07 AM UTC

Jeanchain

Starting Stanza

Words start the race to my head red soft dirt stifling ready at the perfect stance the stuffy white air disrupting my breathe unable to glide like the peppermint girl in the back The 2am buzzing a competition to the sterilized room Constantly streaming thoughts that cannot seem to lose Although the bitter half moon must cut off my legs I find myself here managing either way

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Worry a'creapin Confusion sets Nerves are startled Fear Upsets Minds a racin' Thoughts implode Face is flushed Fear Explodes Hearts a'flutter Chest tightens up Voices stutter Fear Erupts Hearts a'poundin Sweat then rolls Panic resounding Fear unfolds Deaths a'loomin Dreads attack All consuming Fear is back Peace a'buildin Calm ensues If Gods willing Fear defused

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Oct 21, 2020

Oct 21, 2020 at 5:35 PM UTC

SirxKenneth88

Anxiety

Worry a'creapin Confusion sets Nerves are startled Fear Upsets Minds a racin' Thoughts implode Face is flushed Fear Explodes Hearts a'flutter Chest tightens up Voices stutter Fear Erupts Hearts a'poundin Sweat then rolls Panic resounding Fear unfolds Deaths a'loomin Dreads attack All consuming Fear is back Peace a'buildin Calm ensues If Gods willing Fear defused

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My mind is a trick-seed sprouting in me Runners wide run in rich but shallow soil Each birthing things that were not meant to be Deserted, parched they die as I recoil A false womb am I and guilty tears shed Over false dreams buried in open graves Who will come to avenge the wanton dead The miscarriages flow in scarlet waves ‘Had you but fed us,’ each cries out, ‘you could Now reap.’ As weeds they rise from their dark holes And invading, choking out new crops would Paralyze this befuddled, barren soul Who can supplant the worming roots, their cry And fate other than death my dreams supply?

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Jul 10, 2016

Jul 10, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC

silverthorn

A minD distresseD

My mind is a trick-seed sprouting in me Runners wide run in rich but shallow soil Each birthing things that were not meant to be Deserted, parched they die as I recoil A false womb am I and guilty tears shed Over false dreams buried in open graves Who will come to avenge the wanton dead The miscarriages flow in scarlet waves ‘Had you but fed us,’ each cries out, ‘you could Now reap.’ As weeds they rise from their dark holes And invading, choking out new crops would Paralyze this befuddled, barren soul Who can supplant the worming roots, their cry And fate other than death my dreams supply?

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Listen to I Walking the skies Listen to the mist Worry not weariest Landing on a poem Standing on a drone Flying amongst blue skies Smoking mind a rhyme.

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Dec 7, 2015

Dec 7, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC

michael-joseph-olivas

Racing Thoughts...

Listen to I Walking the skies Listen to the mist Worry not weariest Landing on a poem Standing on a drone Flying amongst blue skies Smoking mind a rhyme.

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Why oh why do I do this? Talking to you is a bad habit, One that I can't break, You pull me in. It's easy, I drift away like a kite in the breeze. Back to when we were together, Talking about everything and nothing, Being perfectly content. This is dangerous. We broke up for a reason. I begin to wonder if it will always be like this, If I will always want you Now I can't see myself with anyone else, When I think of you my heart melts. This is hard.

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Jan 28, 2015

Jan 28, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC

coconut-skins

Why?

Why oh why do I do this? Talking to you is a bad habit, One that I can't break, You pull me in. It's easy, I drift away like a kite in the breeze. Back to when we were together, Talking about everything and nothing, Being perfectly content. This is dangerous. We broke up for a reason. I begin to wonder if it will always be like this, If I will always want you Now I can't see myself with anyone else, When I think of you my heart melts. This is hard.

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