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Casey Mahalick Mar 2012
The heart and the mind interlink. They surge to the beat. As you hold your breathe and start to sink. It tastes so sweet. This feat of destruction. It makes it hard to function. Rise and conquer or live no longer. Overcome the feeling and feel your heart still beating. Don't let it smother you or it will become you. Live Love Die.
Nicholas Feb 2020
Don’t forget to blink
he told me with a wink
as I drank that drink
and began to think
is he my shrink?
He has my same ink
and he’s wearing the same pink
things are too in sync
what was in that drink?
I need to find a sink
get somewhere where it doesn’t stink
but anywhere I go I find the same link
it has me on the brink
it’s time to rethink
it’s time we fully interlink
HAZ Sep 2012
There is a map,
which I cannot read,
I trace paths upon unknown lands,
foreign names, and broken lines,
hoping to reach,
somewhere, some place in time.
The compass gently spins,
And the hourglass bleeds.
The map changes a million hands,
A million eyes gaze,
This way and that,
The paths I draw, interlink,
Traces criss-cross and overlap,
Inks run into each other,
And separate by centuries.
Time rests among the folds,
creases shut out history,
between visibles and invisibles
some distances decrease.
The compass gently spins,
And the hourglass bleeds.
This map remains before me,
still hidden and revealed.
This is the first poem I'm ever sharing on the internet. All comments are welcome!
1 May, 2012
Neda Zeidieh Oct 2014
When you walk by, my stomach tingles
My cheeks blush and turn soft pink
With you all day i'd like to mingle
But with you all day i can not interlink
Maybe one day your heart will jingle
And maybe, just maybe about me you'll think!
Girls and crushes :)
Mia Oct 2012
I have come to the end of time
where lines blur and fade
where sand grains dissolve
and the hourglass is clear.

This is the end of the road
where footsteps disappear
trodden paths interlink
trampled grass remains
where do I go from here?

In the past sorrow bestowed
a lingering embrace on me.
kept me in her clutches
made me weep.
The future is uncertain
like a weight on a pendulum
swinging back and forth
sorrow,joy,loss,gain,light,dark
I am but suspended in between.
Eve K Aug 2020
2AM. Anxiety rings
Insomnia with it, it brings
I wish to sleep, close my beaten
Eyes. My thoughts quieten, Retreat in
To the place where I no longer have to think
All the experiences of today and my past interlink
My subconscious taking over with pictures they slink
down into dreamworld I hope I'd go This time I think
But unfortunately, That's not the way it is.
So I lie awake in my bed.
Thoughts
Rushing
around
in my
head
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This is getting ridiculous.... This is the 4th night in the row where I can't sleep...... 4th night in a row of 3 hours sleep... I just... want some unassisted sleep please....
Leafar Mamede Apr 2012
I enter my shell and close the door
No exchange of energy
No exchange of matter
Expertly self-search and lore
It’s a quarantined route
Gathering pieces that shatter
The outside is mute
The inside is deafening
Reckoning dilemmas
Disentangling dilemmas
Accepting dilemmas
I                    and                   I              and                  myself
All my selves
Reading books from my inner shelf
Words written with my ink
I blink                                       I blink                      and again I blink
I realize the wholly interlink
I sense the web of tears
I see the web of cheers
The web of regrets
Those past sweats
The now is past
There’s a fresh now
I smoke a cigarette
That's past and there's a new now
A present absent of digress
A present fueled by recognition
Recognition of a web which confess
That I am one
Revealing a tone of ambition
That I once swore I would roar for the soul
This is me opening the door
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2023
All I did was write, until the pen accepted me.
Until the pain escaped from me, or became a part of me.
All I did was dive into the ocean of ink,
Where emotions sail, and dreams interlink.

All I did was write until the labyrinth made sense,
Until I imploded within and was no longer tense.
Until I figured out where every letter would go,
Shooting for the stars, this has always been my bow.

All I did was scribble down as I was always told.
They said between my ******* is a worth more than gold.
All I did was believe in the power of my mind,
That the words I share can touch and bind.

All I did was create, like an artist's hand,
Giving life to my musings, a world to understand,
All I did was illuminate with the written word,
Attempting to bring warmth to the hearts of those unheard.

I was shattered, these words kept me whole,
All I did was let my pen trace the map of my soul.
I'm told it's just the flash,
the dashing of the dying,
the buying of just one more day
for one to waste and
waste away.

I have hurried,scurried,wanted,worried and to what sad end?
it brings me to and thus I go.
The light lengthens,tightening hands to clutch at me, the
dashing of infinity as it reaches some maturity which quite naturally at the final breath I find,I find the same in me.

From what prison does death set one free?
if prison be eternity in silence will I, eventually see the workings of all there was to be and what then of me.

In this lifting up of space I'm drifting,dropping under and the thunder of my heart becomes a gentle murmur,
A painting?
am I become a seascape to become imagined by the artist Turner?

The intertwining,interlink just makes me think it's all connected as I am too,to what I'm sure will all be clear,
one day
one day
when I am free of external stimuli
one day
one day
when I die.
Darker than a starless sky,
Soft like raindrops on roses,
Sensing my silent cry,
Your love imposes,

Black cat in the night,
A shadow of the love I long to feel,
A shadow for a light,
An immoral appeal,

My obsidian soul,
Comforted by your dark affection,
Beauty black like coal,
My soul’s chance for resurrection,

My knight in silk smooth black,
My only protection,
My life, so far off-track,
An empty reflection,

Black ink,
In the pen of night,
Interlink,
Give forth light,

Green glowing eyes so glorious,
Gregariously guide me through the dark,
The journey ever so laborious,
But joy we shall embark
my friend says this is about her kitties, but it's not

this is about how some see our inner darkness as evil and bad, but we can embrace it and allow it to guide us much like light does
marvin m brato Oct 2018
It was momentous
when our eyes met
sparkles like the stars
quite a wondrous feeling
when both of us interlink
through the window of love

It was a special vibes
that started the romance
made us feel on the pedestal
of the human mood of ecstasy
as if happiness stands eternal
as we savor the magic moment
Ell Street Nov 2019
ignited by her touch,
the purest glow of excitement,
entwined round each other like chords and a melody.
souls afire with need for one another,
embraced.

bracing,
for the agonising reality,
that this is not forever.
infinite in memory, yet so temporarily set in time.
breathe, lock eyes,
white lies as you say you’ll never leave.
white lies as we interlink fingers.

and now we wait,
patience is a virtue,
or so they say.
Splashes of color, abstract, chaotic and bright,
Vivid expressions of thoughts in the night.
The words in my mind, they dance and they sway,
But like fleeting graffiti, they soon fade away.

The cans of my thoughts, they rattle and hiss,
A cacophony of dreams, sometimes hit or miss.
A fresh coat appears as I overthink,
A canvas of chaos, my thoughts interlink.

I'd see a shrink, but in a blink, I'm unsure,
On the brink of my mind, the thoughts obscure.
Lost in this sequence, I yearn for a guide,
For guidance and purpose to stem the tide.

Ambition, it flickers, like a candle's soft glow,
But in seeking the light, in its warmth, I'll grow.
To paint my own story, with colors bold and bright,
I'll find the path forward, through the canvas of night.
A Wandering Soul Jan 2023
Press your hand against mine
And see how even our scars interlink
Let me trace you fingerprints
And memorise every curve of your identity
So much so that a clone could touch me and it would feel like a stranger
So much so that you could touch the air and I would know you were reaching for me
Travis Green Sep 2021
Your voice is like the soothing sound
Of indigo blue seas
Your lips are tremendously tantalizing
I long to taste the façade, escape into every detailed line
Embrace your pencil-thin mustache
Your dreamy scenic chin
Interlink my fingers with your exemplary wiry beard
And sink into your immersiveness
Rose L Sep 2020
the many-fingered fig tree on my bedside table leans towards you when you're here
smoking and smiling, weaving me poetry -
it wants your wetness. That glitter in your mouth
the sodium in your sweat,
that sits in my spit like cardamon until well after you're gone.
While you sleep and I'm awake, gripping you,
lusting crows blacken the window and caw your name like women
looking at your body and grinning,
casting black shadows on your skin.
I bury your jewellery in the garden,
and shut the curtains so the smell can't get in.


the vines tore down and touched the street
our hands interlink
we lifted the pavement from its bones.
I came with a shudder,
as crows spluttered from the spire.
Keizu Sep 25
One
Where did it go,
I'm as confused as you are,
Something is missing within my soul,
Something that is causing all this mess within me,
Urging me to doubt everything and interlink it with the idea of,
Something's missing,
It's eating me from the inside every single waking hour,
I wonder if only time will tell me the answer to this dilemma.
Until then,
I'll drown in the pondering thought of,
"Is something missing?".
matthew ronan Oct 16
lets take a trip;
two pilgrims in eau claire
with bon iver
to make or break
the dam of placid tears;
fill the leery loons a lake!

so let us drink;
this crisp water sings
a tune that brings
us heart to heart;
your slow blink
signals the dance to start

dive in with me;
these pulped sheets of ink
that interlink
so well with skin
hide tired platitudes; for we
write new clichés akin
a bit of a fantastical ode to someone unknown

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