#whirlpool
Our fantasy way
too often takes us along --
into its whirlpools.
May 27, 2024
May 27, 2024 at 3:40 AM UTC
It's true,
Love has the uncanny ability
to cast spells
so I made sure
that It's not my mind
Playing tricks on me
But still
when I traveled
into those fathomless eyes,
I find myself
In the middle of an ocean
like a helpless boat
Caught in a magical whirlpool
and now I am
Sinking fast...
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
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
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 3:09 AM UTC
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
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 11:42 PM UTC
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" "?" " "
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC
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.
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 5:28 PM UTC
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
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC
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!!!
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
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.
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
Disappearing into the milk
Silver goes for a swim
And a thunderous whirlpool
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
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
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 12:52 AM UTC
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.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
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.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
I am born
Not made
Yes, a little torn
But I don't need an upgrade
A crack 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
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
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"
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
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.
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
With a body of curves, like no other, a true image of the magnificent, celestial mother.
And flowing as a spring with infinite roar, yet one small detail one could not ignore.
Her hair was a torrent, a weathering storm, scattering birds, attracting lightning; a whirlpool in form.
This visage, this appearance, so strange, so bizarre; face of spinning waters, as brilliant as stars.
Falling in love with her, into her flows, where everyone knows where the torrid passion goes.
In drowning descent, never returning from the throes, Land of Sleep, a beast awaits; the awful Kro-nos.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
Two wayward souls lost at sea
Depression weighed heavy on he
Terrified of this cold world was she
Drifting alone,
The sea salt saps hope
Of a good life, even as the storm passes
This tired man flats into the Abyss
Drifting alone,
The dark ocean pulls at pad foots
No concept of love, an void concept
Abandoned home, drowning her tears
By nature's fortune, enter the whirlpool
Which graciously accepts the lost
Drifting together into the danger
The torrents send them off
Two wayward souls lostin each other.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
words swirling around in my head,
a whirlpool,
******* me in,
down,
deep,
breathe,
breathe.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
*A sign says stay away
Don't fall, don't stay
You'll drown in her cesspool
Those glinting eyes
Reflect a mirror a world beyond
A world you'll get hooked to
Her loving like wine
When she gets in to your blood stream
She'll taste like divine
She'll spin you like crazy
She'll adore you till your dizzy
You could want nothing better
So euphoric you'd not want it to stop.
But when your eyes open
You'll see the mess
But you will not be able to escape
So inebriated and intoxicated
You'll keep coming for more
Trusting her just once again
Wanting to touch ecstasy
You once felt, only she could take you there
Now so out of reach
It's a whirlpool in which you'll spin
At the same time float
You'll feel like your drowning
But the end is not near
Worse than quick sand
This cesspool is filled
With the mess of her abuse
Her past so overwhelming
Yet you'll find her so giving!
The owner of the mess
Is clueless herself
She yearns to get out
But she too is hooked
Her emptiness is so endearing
You'll want to rescue
The pain is part of her
Or she is part of the pain
Is yet unknown.*
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
A whirlpool of emotions and thoughts
Swirls in my mind
And I can barely swim on
When confusion reigns
And bewilderness holds
The crown
That is when I pull out my sword.
I must cling
and in no condition leave
That one emotion
which will keep me going on.
which will motivate me
inspire me
and keep me right here
And make me strong.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC