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Abby Leigh Nov 2015
The vortex

My mind is a vortex,
a whirlwind of thoughts, beliefs and desires.
Creativity oozing up to the surface of every pore, determination dancing circles within.

What with all these factors in one soul, success seems imminent?

The vortex has other ideas for this one.

Desire now destined to get lost in the mass clutter of thoughts,
counter-arguements penetrating all beliefs that once seemed so absolute,
fire rupturing and destorying all creativity that  lives.

My mind is a vortex, and i am my mind.
Allison Dec 2013
Do you ever regret not holding on tighter?
Do you lay awake at night wondering what could of been?
Do you think if you faught as hard as I did things would be different?
My mind always tells me that letting go and forgetting you is the best option.
But that hurt feeling in my stomach that keeps me awake tells me other wise.
Are you happy?
You look pretty happy with her wrapped around your neck like one of my necklaces you still seem to wear.
Is she everything I couldn't be?
Dose she appect your disgusting man ***** ways?
Dose she not care you have 5 other girls wrapped around your fingers?
I get that you are pretty happy with your drunking getting high college days that I couldn't be a part of even though you tried your hardest to make me.
I can tell she's just like you.
I never understood your type.
Great you can **** ***** *** girls
Claps for you.
You want a award for throwing away something that's was good for you?
You can have fun destorying your life when I tried fixing it.
Don't bother me when you realize your **** and have nothing.
And that when I told you I would always wait for you, has ended.
Jennifer Weiss Apr 2014
I can't sit anywhere and not drown out the people
But I turn the beats down just enough to judge whether or not they evil
Why does everything I hear in real life
Go inside my ears and get processed as a sound bite?
How can I know I'm wrong, yet I'm still right?
How these people keep befriending me, but when I contemplated IT I was all alone that night.
Why can God be the only one to judge us?
As your role model snorts ******* off a lost girl's *** in the back of his tour bus.
I thought I already lost everything.
So Sam-I-Am, told me again
Not a fan of H.A.M.
Cause he already tried it.
I denied it.
I don't really own anything, cause one day you wake up and everything isn't enough
You need more (do more), wanna buy more stuff
If I believe what I say I really do
How come everytime I go technocamping I feel like my life is just something I move through?
Why does a retweet make me feel important?
Is a Who still a Who if there is no Horton?
Madness, like the only hat I own is the one you left inside my home
Right before you left me forever alone, so not technically a hatter
No patience for useless, polite chatter
Because I think so much ****, when it comes out I like it to actually matter
I question myself into oblivion
Jack Harper, I'm the hero though I'm part of a whole destorying the home we're living on.
I know I just need to be hapy.
Telling my thoughts to shut up because the lines read too sappy.
I have never been a romantic out loud,
And the truest part of me failed to bloom when you left the sky with just clouds
You were the sunshine, can you understand now?
Cause I'm cryptic, normally optimistic
Threw my pessimism under ornately beautiful shrouds
You should have loved me when I made it impossible
We'd be together today, I'd be okay
But your happiness not probable
Now this goes back to the first line,
I stopped listening cause I fear what they'll do to me in time.
Firewalker Oct 2014
The Cold Wind thunders from the north,
Gusts of longing and desire,
Spreading a frosty landscape,
He's feared and loathe,
A ****** with ice-piercing eyes,
A loner untouchable,
Yet he aches,
You see, He loves the warm breeze,
He's been chasing her forever.


Heat radiates from a high-rise apartment,
Red light searches the night,
A Beacon of lust,
A heart begging for mercy,
Cold rushes to the Heat.

Two lovers,
The wind watches through a pain of glass,
His lips cools the night,
Howling Chimes, pounding thunder
A jealous wind,
She whisper's "Last Time",
He lays the money on the table.

With a tear in her eye, she opens his confinement,
The chill soothes her skin, he shivers,
She steps onto the ledge,
The excited, crazed wind seizes the opportunity,
Reaches for her, caressing and kissing her aching neck,
pouting lips, and supple *******,
reciting poetry in her ear to her soul,
Passion abode, she lets go and falls,
Plunging into the dark,
Faster than her furious past,
The wind catches her, time freezes, as they float
Quiet
Intertwine forever.

He's jealous of death and will not give her to him,
Commanding a wind storm from her tortured life,
Destorying everthing in its path,
She's swept upwards to the heavenly stars,
Only to to be laid gently on a crisp bed of ****** snow,
Where he breathes life into her broken heart.

During the coldest of nights, he's there
Watching her, lovers come and they go,
But she always comes to him,
because she loves the "Cold Wind"
Firewalker.


























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Eric Apr 2019
To tell a story I cannot keep , you came to me in a dream . your name was blissfully placed , in my mind and all I thought about was your face . how you loved, how you acted.   even the smile that you seem to have  rejected. I sat in class in silence . but in my mind I was committing relationship violence.  I took the step to contact you my first day out . and without a doubt I knew you was mine before you found out . I asked to hang just as friends , then you brought a friend . who soon went home and we began our night all over again . on that stage with no music playing.  you was the only rhythm I was dancing . we made love on that stage an it , made my heart complete ,it torn every sheet , I ever woven over my heart . it's deep . you have seeped into my mind , with feelings so Devine . that I forgot that there was a thing like time . I went away to a place you couldn't stay . a place I still regret till this day . prison is the word I'm trying to say. but you stuck by my side anyway . you was my Outlook my future . my love . and everything now an days looks as if I gave up . did I? or did you forget what our love was.  my bad side turned out , you was scared of me , but I was scared of losing you without a doubt . all these accusations ? when did they even come about ? . why question my love in mornings light , or even when I kissed you every night goodnight . what happen to us planning our daughter , just so you could send my heart into a slaughter . I was dealing with cancer , and I'm sorry I forgot my anger . when condemned with such a burden , when I'd give my life to a stranger . but I filled you with anger . your took my house , my home , my love , and my daughter . and you wonder why I cut to relieve everything that you've  deceived .I feel like there's nothing left of me . when everyday was to work hard for a roof over your head , you see . I made that a part of me . I made that a goal to be . not for someone else to envy me , and take my heart like it's a enemy . that's what's inside of me . even the days that it's hard to see , that our love could be , but still I'm fighting with every bit of me . to keep me , from destorying your dreams . as you destroyed my every dream . cause you thought it was impossible to be . now I'm blind and I cant see babe. you left me heartless , and I feel as if I'm fading . to the back of your mind I'm a cheater . a two timing peice of **** wife beater . how is her mind so twisted since I met her . everyone tells me I can do better . but I lover her so much , I let her . break me down to the very sound of my heart beating in my ear . even when we ain't close my heart still beats for you dear . in time you'll know by the stories told . that you was my one and only love , to grow old.
Al Drood Oct 2019
An unseasonal warm damp wind blows,
dislodging decayed yellow leaves
that slide along humid currents,
down and down again onto wet,
algae-smeared tombstones.

Behind the church a tired sun sets,
casting vague shadows
across a dripping graveyard
where slugs slide effortlessly
destorying floral tributes.

An old man wipes his brow,
remembering a distant youth
when sharp frosts chilled October's bones,
and keen bright stars twinkled
beneath a Moon bleached-white.

Southern winds never blew back then,
not when he stole apples
from the burgeoning Rectory orchard,
and laughed as holy fury raged
behind diamond panes.

Leaning on the rotting lych-gate,
he mused on how times have changed.
Lost innocence of youth?
Now children walk abroad
like hooded demons, demanding gold!

And the old man sighed at his ***** suit,
his mildewed shoes, and faded plastic buttonhole.
His memory wasn't all that good,
and he didn't get out much these days.
Was it really a year since they'd buried him?

— The End —