#spirals - Hello Poetry

Red, blue, green, purple, black, and white water stained colors across paper then lifting and pulling and dragging away spirals. circles. round and round again clouds against green and blue skies and stars against soft velvet black I always wondered what pinned them in place maybe it's a thread, wounded tightly by god's hands. but maybe he pricked his finger on the thorn of the wheel and fell asleep for a thousand years these are the spirals, and the splatters of paint that calms the beating in my chest of the prisoner stuck in a cell, locked away redo it, restart it, spiral again over and over and over til the end soon i'll build a bridge, held up by the stars and from then comes the silver strings tied and knotted and tangled once more maybe I could untie it but my fingers get caught and up i'll go to the seat of the threading, then to the story of the loom while the god is still behind me sleeping or not.... maybe I could thread a little longer... i could wind spirals and spirals upon lives and lives and not just in deep red, on paper or stone or skin but spirals carved upon the sleeping god's bones

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Sep 10, 2025

Sep 10, 2025 at 3:10 PM UTC

Skloofen

[Painting]

Red, blue, green, purple, black, and white water stained colors across paper then lifting and pulling and dragging away spirals. circles. round and round again clouds against green and blue skies and stars against soft velvet black I always wondered what pinned them in place maybe it's a thread, wounded tightly by god's hands. but maybe he pricked his finger on the thorn of the wheel and fell asleep for a thousand years these are the spirals, and the splatters of paint that calms the beating in my chest of the prisoner stuck in a cell, locked away redo it, restart it, spiral again over and over and over til the end soon i'll build a bridge, held up by the stars and from then comes the silver strings tied and knotted and tangled once more maybe I could untie it but my fingers get caught and up i'll go to the seat of the threading, then to the story of the loom while the god is still behind me sleeping or not.... maybe I could thread a little longer... i could wind spirals and spirals upon lives and lives and not just in deep red, on paper or stone or skin but spirals carved upon the sleeping god's bones

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It’s hard to know What a life will mean Mid sentence Choices made Driven by the times Unchosen It’s no game But someone loses Every time And so we love To show the other We’re the same In the end You tried your best So did I

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Oct 30, 2024

Oct 30, 2024 at 7:19 AM UTC

aneesah-lionheart

Thistory

It’s hard to know What a life will mean Mid sentence Choices made Driven by the times Unchosen It’s no game But someone loses Every time And so we love To show the other We’re the same In the end You tried your best So did I

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i remember the days when i'd spend hours painting, journalling, just enjoying being alone, and now...i'm afraid of the thoughts that may enter my head during those spaces. constant spirals of reminders of all that is or could be broken inside of me. i'm told of god's grace and love, and i know these truths, but to truly believe is completely different. how do i stop striving to make myself holy? lovable? good enough? why can't it just be a simple switch one can turn on and off? it's a whole new rewiring of neurons and thought patterns. where do i even begin to change? it seems so daunting and overwhelming

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Nov 15, 2021

Nov 15, 2021 at 11:03 PM UTC

liz-carlson

healing is hard

i remember the days when i'd spend hours painting, journalling, just enjoying being alone, and now...i'm afraid of the thoughts that may enter my head during those spaces. constant spirals of reminders of all that is or could be broken inside of me. i'm told of god's grace and love, and i know these truths, but to truly believe is completely different. how do i stop striving to make myself holy? lovable? good enough? why can't it just be a simple switch one can turn on and off? it's a whole new rewiring of neurons and thought patterns. where do i even begin to change? it seems so daunting and overwhelming

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Chaos in my mind Spirals on repeat They left me behind Blisters on my feet I’m lost and I’m blind Empty and Complete I try to chase my thoughts But they end up chasing me

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Nov 25, 2020

Nov 25, 2020 at 12:27 PM UTC

wildflowerseverywhere

Chaos in my mind

Chaos in my mind Spirals on repeat They left me behind Blisters on my feet I’m lost and I’m blind Empty and Complete I try to chase my thoughts But they end up chasing me

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Dying out in dreams Living another nightmare Anxiety screams These unlettered fears A cosmic scare.

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Mar 18, 2020

Mar 18, 2020 at 6:25 AM UTC

sxpphicxx

Anxiety screams

Dying out in dreams Living another nightmare Anxiety screams These unlettered fears A cosmic scare.

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Providence the dreadful mystery; The impeccable dignities and places Sweep in spirals, from the sand; that blowed And licked at your feet The world Conceived before those hills Foot-fast; Look, where He strove to get at.

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Dec 26, 2019

Dec 26, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC

scholarsystem

Providence

Providence the dreadful mystery; The impeccable dignities and places Sweep in spirals, from the sand; that blowed And licked at your feet The world Conceived before those hills Foot-fast; Look, where He strove to get at.

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At a place where no one hears At a time when no one sees Waves flows down along with tears And a full lovestruck world begins There is a bitter metaphor That let the days drip off the sun And all the dreams that we adore Were that full world that had begun Spirals, spirals The way it is We keep going on Spirals, spirals The way it feels We keep moving on At a place where the night ends At a time when stars burn down Hearts open along with men Voices become an only sound There is a late evening laughter That let the talks come back to live And made the words become lighter So the voices again could breathe Spirals, spirals The way it goes We keep advancing Spirals, spirals The way it loves We keep on wishing At the center of the circle The warm beating of living souls That noise so soft and so little A small echo of it still falls At the top of the sky Dazzling embraces in the heat Holding close whatever comes by Turning it into years so sweet Spirals,spirals The way it was We keep on learning Spirals, spirals The way it shows We keep on spinning.

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Oct 16, 2018

Oct 16, 2018 at 7:07 AM UTC

BlueInkDitty

"Spirals"

At a place where no one hears At a time when no one sees Waves flows down along with tears And a full lovestruck world begins There is a bitter metaphor That let the days drip off the sun And all the dreams that we adore Were that full world that had begun Spirals, spirals The way it is We keep going on Spirals, spirals The way it feels We keep moving on At a place where the night ends At a time when stars burn down Hearts open along with men Voices become an only sound There is a late evening laughter That let the talks come back to live And made the words become lighter So the voices again could breathe Spirals, spirals The way it goes We keep advancing Spirals, spirals The way it loves We keep on wishing At the center of the circle The warm beating of living souls That noise so soft and so little A small echo of it still falls At the top of the sky Dazzling embraces in the heat Holding close whatever comes by Turning it into years so sweet Spirals,spirals The way it was We keep on learning Spirals, spirals The way it shows We keep on spinning.

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i don't want to die. just not exist for a while. sleeping but the world forgets about you for as long as you lay down. a quiet body in an empty room. i am running from my problems but i run in spirals.

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Oct 9, 2018

Oct 9, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC

solemnmaya

being human is exhausting

i don't want to die. just not exist for a while. sleeping but the world forgets about you for as long as you lay down. a quiet body in an empty room. i am running from my problems but i run in spirals.

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So what if I love you? Do you care? I don’t. If you don’t try, I won’t. I’ve tried to the best of my abilities. To me this is a mystery. Why do you hurt so much? I’m in constant misery. It’s not your fault. Please just tell me why. Poking and prodding, Until they die.

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Mar 2, 2018

Mar 2, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC

ScorpioKing

Games

So what if I love you? Do you care? I don’t. If you don’t try, I won’t. I’ve tried to the best of my abilities. To me this is a mystery. Why do you hurt so much? I’m in constant misery. It’s not your fault. Please just tell me why. Poking and prodding, Until they die.

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drifting in and out of wakefulness feeling everything and nothing all at once that lump in my throat but i can’t cry i shut my eyes and press against them my palms. i see swivels and vanishing spirals, i see everything and nothing all at once and i’m begging for it not to stop. i scream into a pillow leaving traces of saliva i still can’t cry, i still just can’t cry. my head hurts like a hundred fingers flicking at it it tingles like ants crawling underneath. it feels sunken like the titanic with all its people and i’m jack in the freezing water. my eyes heave and try fluttering shut i say no, not now. it’s strange how my brain is a different entity, almost like a guest that is always “going to leave” but ends up staying the whole time. maybe if i slit my forehead open the ants under my skin will stop maybe my head will finally feel light even though my hair has been gone for days. dear disheveled mind, **** you.

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Feb 26, 2017

Feb 26, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC

sasha-ranganath

disheveled

drifting in and out of wakefulness feeling everything and nothing all at once that lump in my throat but i can’t cry i shut my eyes and press against them my palms. i see swivels and vanishing spirals, i see everything and nothing all at once and i’m begging for it not to stop. i scream into a pillow leaving traces of saliva i still can’t cry, i still just can’t cry. my head hurts like a hundred fingers flicking at it it tingles like ants crawling underneath. it feels sunken like the titanic with all its people and i’m jack in the freezing water. my eyes heave and try fluttering shut i say no, not now. it’s strange how my brain is a different entity, almost like a guest that is always “going to leave” but ends up staying the whole time. maybe if i slit my forehead open the ants under my skin will stop maybe my head will finally feel light even though my hair has been gone for days. dear disheveled mind, **** you.

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Close your eyes staring at the sun it’s dropping fast burnt umber runs Mountain auras dividing shadows lights the purple line between day and night Dark silhouettes sinking deep illuminates behind the promise of sleep Night stars cascading emu peeps between milky light eternally creeps Shooting stars bright inner eye sees cacophonies of colour shapes our very lives It’s dreams, it’s time it’s endless and divine this half way place all here, sublime It’s spirals, it’s dots it’s country, it’s us explaining the universe simple yet complex

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Aug 5, 2016

Aug 5, 2016 at 6:15 AM UTC

fiona-moloney

Sun Spiral

Close your eyes staring at the sun it’s dropping fast burnt umber runs Mountain auras dividing shadows lights the purple line between day and night Dark silhouettes sinking deep illuminates behind the promise of sleep Night stars cascading emu peeps between milky light eternally creeps Shooting stars bright inner eye sees cacophonies of colour shapes our very lives It’s dreams, it’s time it’s endless and divine this half way place all here, sublime It’s spirals, it’s dots it’s country, it’s us explaining the universe simple yet complex

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There are storm clouds up in the sky raining down terror on my eyes humanity spirals for a slow demise all our documentations are filled with lies oh please wake me now this dream it is foul see lighting touching down am i finally awake now see the clouds slowly passing by see myself as I slowly die am I falling trying to fly searching for truth with the lies

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Apr 14, 2016

Apr 14, 2016 at 4:08 AM UTC

leal-knowone

Storm Clouds

There are storm clouds up in the sky raining down terror on my eyes humanity spirals for a slow demise all our documentations are filled with lies oh please wake me now this dream it is foul see lighting touching down am i finally awake now see the clouds slowly passing by see myself as I slowly die am I falling trying to fly searching for truth with the lies

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Spider flexes wires mosquito pasted spirals caught in spiderweb

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Jan 26, 2016

Jan 26, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC

joycel3

Spider

Spider flexes wires mosquito pasted spirals caught in spiderweb

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I never wish to grow old and become numb to the things that bring me life, laughter & love, the most prosperous gains. Instead of gray hair, I ask for budding wisdom & truth. I'll trade a life with ten cats, for ten short years with you. I'll dream away time. Into space & spirals. I'll trace your wrist with my thumb just like when we were young.

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Apr 2, 2015

Apr 2, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC

libra-jensen

spiraling thoughts become downcast

I never wish to grow old and become numb to the things that bring me life, laughter & love, the most prosperous gains. Instead of gray hair, I ask for budding wisdom & truth. I'll trade a life with ten cats, for ten short years with you. I'll dream away time. Into space & spirals. I'll trace your wrist with my thumb just like when we were young.

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