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#whirlpool
Our fantasy way too often takes us along -- into its whirlpools.
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May 27, 2024
May 27, 2024 at 3:40 AM UTC
[ Our fantasy way ]
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...
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Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
A Magical Whirlpool
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
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Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 3:09 AM UTC
blank canvas
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
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Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 11:42 PM UTC
get free
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" "?" " "
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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.
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Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 5:28 PM UTC
Whirlpool
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
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Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC
5 stages of grief when losing someone still alive
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!!!
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
What's happening to me?
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.
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
The world we live on
Disappearing into the milk Silver goes for a swim And a thunderous whirlpool
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
Milk
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
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 12:52 AM UTC
Unspilt Ideas
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.
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
Untitled
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.
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
Proprioception
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
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
Drained
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"
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Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
Shipwrecked Thoughts
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"
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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.
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Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
Who Made You The Center Of The Universe?
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.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
Charybdis Child
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.
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
Whirlpool
words swirling around in my head, a whirlpool, ******* me in, down, deep, breathe, breathe.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
Rapid
*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.*
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
Confession
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.
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
whirlpool