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#spinning
the celestial spin within spinning a grooved record a steel needle. the beat goes on audience singing.
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Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 9:59 AM UTC
a steel needle
You learn to walk And you grow up And the ground is exactly where you expect it to be. But I’ve been dizzy for 4 weeks now And the ground is not there. My world spins Even as I write. I sit and my heart is sore. I want to rip out my stitches But nothing ever broke; So I pretend I’m not dizzy And that the ground is still there And that maybe it’s just the waves. My hands are always shaking From the lightning in my bones, And my hands shake -and my world spins -and it’s all just maybe the waves -and I’ve been dizzy for 4 weeks now And the ground is not there.
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 4:49 PM UTC
And The Ground Is Not There
hoopla around a star energy evaporating way out into space.
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Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 8:59 AM UTC
10w gyrating into coldness
Shallow end of a pond Spinning slowly Another body and I'm sorry It's the most gut-wrenching Sad Raw Depressing Cliché Cliché Cliché It's the most gut-wrenching time Of the year It's the blood in the air Getting colder And I've fallen And I'm calling It's the most gut-wrenching Sad Raw Depressing Cliché Cliché Cliché It's the most gut-wrenching time Of the year
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Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 2:22 PM UTC
Happy Birthday
I like music? Writing is good too. But music is the best, I like listening to the records, As they spin. Art is nice too, I like to paint.
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Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 10:32 AM UTC
Icebreakers
I heard Winds chime for those with a tendency to feel things too deeply. Every time it clanged, I felt you right here. Reaching. I think I’ve done a poor job accepting a need to be loved so completely. Spinning. Spinning to outrun you, to outrun me, to climb somewhere high enough where only the wind might greet me. Breathing. Breathing. Breathing.
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Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
For whom the wind chimes
Sparkles, everywhere we look Feels like the world is spinning around us Stars falling down the sky in loops Like your sparkly whispers surrounding us Telling me it's time I open my eyes Realizing I was dreaming all this time
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Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 12:20 AM UTC
Dream
The floors swallow me whole as the world keeps twisting my guts out, That’s the only feeling of peace that I know of. I can’t stop the constant spinning of my head, I rather just twist it off. Twist twist twist the bolt fell off, no more spinning anymore. Finally walking thru the blood filled streets, with a mind that stands still I see the goblins running around, scumming for trash and heads to give to the king. The king that sits on the throne of heads, just laughs as he crushes them underneath his fat filled *** I’m tired of the fantasy of peace, let me twist the head just back on.
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Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 3:16 AM UTC
Spinning
For Santiago, we danced with toros and we gleefully played with fire. We fought for our turns with passion before the sparks expired. In each turn we spun our bodies like those bamboo wheels of fire. We set our souls aflame and burned down our desires.
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Aug 1, 2023
Aug 1, 2023 at 1:55 PM UTC
Turning Toros
When you've been burned by an old flame You'll never treat the next the same Less affectionate Less intimate Decathect and fear that I'll end like the last So you don't try as hard and go rotten from the past I'm scared to love you the way I loved him You're the best I've ever had though my psyche is grim My soul cries to stay but my mind pays the price Why after it all burns down does the heart become ice
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Apr 21, 2022
Apr 21, 2022 at 9:56 PM UTC
Spinning
there are days when all i can do is exist while desperately trying not to; there are days when all i can think is bliss because the silence has drawn to there are moments when the world has gone dark inside my head; there are moments when the room has started spinning with dread sometimes all i can do is try to exist but whether that works or not is forever shrouded in mist
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Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 5:10 PM UTC
sometimes
Poets write poetry sharing wisdom of roads not taken their gray brain sprouts multicolored flowers of visions seeking love splattered by remnants of great lovers past ankored daggers in heart Lovers paint their own ark A poets spinning top is art lasting longer as it may their name De Plume may dictate ageless candor but their tops spinning out off ballance topples and falls; Poets and lovers notice people aren't tops, karma cause and effect Action innaction dictates the inevitability of their top's last spin, Even of poetry What may last forever? new poets are birthed  like seasons do returning thus the spinning top   of poets and lover's vise. ~~~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba All Rights.
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Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 6:26 PM UTC
The spinning top rebirthed
_I am not my words, Nor am I the letters from which they are formed; I am a beating drum, A cacophony, A riot keeping pace with mortal time; Spinning order thriftily, So as not to cheapen the divinely proclaimed language of the soul._
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Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 7:45 PM UTC
Meditation
i'll raise an electric fence around the gods up there in mountains and ivory towers and they'll all wear shock collars too i'll spread peanut butter on bread and send it to them through the mail i'll write them letters from the lower world saying that 'time really isn't a bother anymore because apples rot in home baked pies down here' i'll reach through my own tainted build up of corrosive discharge and pull a petal from the flower of life to eat in front of them with a coffee toothed smile i'll throw weeds over palisades into groomed gardens i'll **** on the flaming sword spinning like i do outside heavenly gates i'll put AA batteries on my ******* and force feed the north star until it bursts i'll stain the glass in windows extolling failures and shining blunders under vaulted ceilings i'll be nothing less than the imperfect son of an imperfect man and an imperfect woman-- human all too human after all
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Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 10:46 AM UTC
Nietzsche niche
why is it that these emotions give no warning; feeling of nothingness and meaningless envelop my every cell what does anything matter nothing means nothing my breath has no weight
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Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 4:03 PM UTC
feelings pt 1
i'm dizzy. the boxes full of sadness that have been packed away in the shadows of my brain since march have been opened again now they spin around in my brain making me numb to everything surrounding me
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Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
Spinning
Noisy Mind Looping Looking for its way out As it feeds on a drama This is not even mine. Deep breath. A pause. Some clarity. The mind fights. I'm still here. In my point of presence. Come home. We are here now. It will wash away. The waves cleanse As they reverse away from the coast the undercurrent pulls back into me. I AM beholden to no one. I AM unto my own. I AM here for me. As the separation fades. I can see.
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Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 5:57 AM UTC
shHhhHH
I wonder if this is what it feels like If my heart is supposed to feel like hot ash, blowing, blowing in the wind and landing in my hair? If my words are meant to be like alphabet soup, spinning, equating to be nothing? Am I meant to feel like an empty shell, swimming, sinking to the bottom?
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Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 8:08 PM UTC
Untitled
I stand here spinning on my thoughts spinning. The washer's spinning, the fan spinning, wind spinning, Water drains out spinning, into the earth seeping, in the soil, hydrating; as the planets spinning, on their axes spinning, for it is their eternal spinning.
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 3:09 PM UTC
SPINNING
With too much time on my hands I think of you It’s funny how these cycles Keep on spinning Cobwebs in my mind Still catching lies And love feels a world away Behind glass It’s easy to feel trapped The line between observer And observed No longer exists
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May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 7:09 AM UTC
Waiting
What used to matter Now its all useless. All those those things I thought were true Seems like I didn't even had a clue. Even though I was used to the pain Cause it was the only thing made me feel alive! Now it seems to not matter It was all useless! Waking up everyday with the same burden Caught in the web I, myself had woven What it really seems Is that nothing really matters! My head starts spinning My body's shaking Thinking about what could've done! My feet starts walking My hands are reaching Desire for my world to burn! And still I am here Just waiting for you... Drowning in the pool of agony With disbelief in Separation!!!
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Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 4:58 AM UTC
My Sober Days