"levelheaded" poems - Hello Poetry

you told me to be levelheaded because symmetry is what makes a beautiful face. instead, I will touch my stomach to the bottom of the pool so you can’t examine me without being as low as I am. if you still want to see, meet me in the deep end— we can have a toxic tea party just you and I. maybe, when I finally float to the top you’ll say my sense of foolishness is what you’ve always loved.

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May 4, 2015

May 4, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC

paeslerpoetry

swimming pool suicide

you told me to be levelheaded because symmetry is what makes a beautiful face. instead, I will touch my stomach to the bottom of the pool so you can’t examine me without being as low as I am. if you still want to see, meet me in the deep end— we can have a toxic tea party just you and I. maybe, when I finally float to the top you’ll say my sense of foolishness is what you’ve always loved.

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Babies, babies everywhere Usually it's your opinion I share We're too old, too tired, too busy But the babies all around me are making me dizzy I'm rational, realistic and levelheaded It would be enough for me if we were just wedded Barely in our forties, but our youth in the past But I feel that the baby window is closing fast We each have our own and have been down this road a time or two But they're all growing up so fast, and I've never gotten to have one with you Robbed of that chance, I feel like we missed out on what should've been our life, our destiny But I feel blessed for the boys we have and I will be happy if that's all that's meant to be Babies are loud and they're too expensive And, truthfully, I really do like the way we live So many obstacles stand in the way A vasectomy, decreased fertility, how to pay It all gets so technical and sterile and void of romance I wonder if there is even the slightest chance All the procedures we'd need to endure So with this decision, we both must be sure Will we regret it and wish we had chosen a different path I don't want to end up in the poor house for not doing the math I'm so busy, would a surrogate be the way to go A nanny is fine for after, but with a surrogate, can a bond grow Then there's the smell of their hair That special bond that only you two share The way they hold onto you as if you hold the key to their heart The look of total terror in their eyes whenever you must part A small piece of me and a small piece of you Someone we create together, something we chose to do The one we were supposed to have years ago The dream that neither of us quite let go Here we are, decades later, together again Has too much time passed, too much life been Or was it always meant to be this way, We're older and wiser and more ready today It may never work and I need you to know, that I'm happy with just us if that's God's plan But if this is possible and my last chance, then I know you are the perfect man They'll all talk about us and say we're too old and crazy But this is how I chose to tell you, I'd like to try to have your baby

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Aug 8, 2018

Aug 8, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC

leisabattaglia

The Baby Debate

Babies, babies everywhere Usually it's your opinion I share We're too old, too tired, too busy But the babies all around me are making me dizzy I'm rational, realistic and levelheaded It would be enough for me if we were just wedded Barely in our forties, but our youth in the past But I feel that the baby window is closing fast We each have our own and have been down this road a time or two But they're all growing up so fast, and I've never gotten to have one with you Robbed of that chance, I feel like we missed out on what should've been our life, our destiny But I feel blessed for the boys we have and I will be happy if that's all that's meant to be Babies are loud and they're too expensive And, truthfully, I really do like the way we live So many obstacles stand in the way A vasectomy, decreased fertility, how to pay It all gets so technical and sterile and void of romance I wonder if there is even the slightest chance All the procedures we'd need to endure So with this decision, we both must be sure Will we regret it and wish we had chosen a different path I don't want to end up in the poor house for not doing the math I'm so busy, would a surrogate be the way to go A nanny is fine for after, but with a surrogate, can a bond grow Then there's the smell of their hair That special bond that only you two share The way they hold onto you as if you hold the key to their heart The look of total terror in their eyes whenever you must part A small piece of me and a small piece of you Someone we create together, something we chose to do The one we were supposed to have years ago The dream that neither of us quite let go Here we are, decades later, together again Has too much time passed, too much life been Or was it always meant to be this way, We're older and wiser and more ready today It may never work and I need you to know, that I'm happy with just us if that's God's plan But if this is possible and my last chance, then I know you are the perfect man They'll all talk about us and say we're too old and crazy But this is how I chose to tell you, I'd like to try to have your baby

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creating invisible lines across my scalp grinding dead fingernails down to the living skin slowing peeling the cells trying to reach my brain performing surgery my bed the operating table pulling and yanking blindly putting nerves back in their places feeling with sore fingers struggling to find the bad spot the chunk of my mind containing you aiming and seeking to yank from my thoughts the fragment that makes my blood boil and forces me to text you when my ten scalpels tire and i finally fatigue no molecule, particle, or flaw can i find you have infected my brain down to the core and every atom in between but still the capacity of my conscious surgery can find no defect sensing sanity return i put back every nerve and neutron and use my ten tired needles to stitch back my scalp hiding my work beneath many blood hairs deeming myself rational sound and levelheaded i use electricity to connect my disorganize mind to yours ten tired tools helping me along and when I'm done when the message has left ...i question my health and the process begins again

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Mar 27, 2010

Mar 27, 2010 at 1:08 PM UTC

dan-pramann

Surgery Between Texts

creating invisible lines across my scalp grinding dead fingernails down to the living skin slowing peeling the cells trying to reach my brain performing surgery my bed the operating table pulling and yanking blindly putting nerves back in their places feeling with sore fingers struggling to find the bad spot the chunk of my mind containing you aiming and seeking to yank from my thoughts the fragment that makes my blood boil and forces me to text you when my ten scalpels tire and i finally fatigue no molecule, particle, or flaw can i find you have infected my brain down to the core and every atom in between but still the capacity of my conscious surgery can find no defect sensing sanity return i put back every nerve and neutron and use my ten tired needles to stitch back my scalp hiding my work beneath many blood hairs deeming myself rational sound and levelheaded i use electricity to connect my disorganize mind to yours ten tired tools helping me along and when I'm done when the message has left ...i question my health and the process begins again

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her mother called her a textbook virgo, levelheaded, organized, practical and every spare moment she had was spent writing most of it was hopeful... possibilities outlined neatly on elite paper stock - serious poems to be submitted to editors, poems to celebrate special occasions, outlines of plots for short stories she planned to write her personal writings were deeper, sadder she wrote reams in a daily journal about troubled relationships, tiffs with her husband and kids, her competitive sister, each comment meticulously penned in an elegant flowing manner but that final note she left was the shocker, written in a freakishly jumpy, shaky hand, overly loopy, jagged, a note on cheesy motel stationery, filled with longing, with despair, words spewing out of her pen, out of control words scrawled far from home, the solitary writer engaged in an emotional seizure, facing her phantoms alone and losing

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Aug 29, 2015

Aug 29, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC

vernon-waring

cursive

her mother called her a textbook virgo, levelheaded, organized, practical and every spare moment she had was spent writing most of it was hopeful... possibilities outlined neatly on elite paper stock - serious poems to be submitted to editors, poems to celebrate special occasions, outlines of plots for short stories she planned to write her personal writings were deeper, sadder she wrote reams in a daily journal about troubled relationships, tiffs with her husband and kids, her competitive sister, each comment meticulously penned in an elegant flowing manner but that final note she left was the shocker, written in a freakishly jumpy, shaky hand, overly loopy, jagged, a note on cheesy motel stationery, filled with longing, with despair, words spewing out of her pen, out of control words scrawled far from home, the solitary writer engaged in an emotional seizure, facing her phantoms alone and losing

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Sensations that urge the detection of the greatest restraint and circumspection; the abruptness of spontaneous interruptions sprout volcanic internal eruptions full of relevant abundance Flummoxed by the changes in the script; engaging wonder as suppressed thoughts are written on your face; withholding the ache as ebullient vivacity shakes you awake Carrying a mischievous vividness full of cogent stimulus – fruitful affirmations of levelheaded, sanguine acceptance and unalloyed quiescence Redesigning aspects of existence with unabridged persistence – receiving silent guidance from above by the means of scintillating messages lighting the living flame of love.

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Nov 19, 2014

Nov 19, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC

jessica-golich

Silent Guidance

Sensations that urge the detection of the greatest restraint and circumspection; the abruptness of spontaneous interruptions sprout volcanic internal eruptions full of relevant abundance Flummoxed by the changes in the script; engaging wonder as suppressed thoughts are written on your face; withholding the ache as ebullient vivacity shakes you awake Carrying a mischievous vividness full of cogent stimulus – fruitful affirmations of levelheaded, sanguine acceptance and unalloyed quiescence Redesigning aspects of existence with unabridged persistence – receiving silent guidance from above by the means of scintillating messages lighting the living flame of love.

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Throughout the previous years filled with self doubt, lack of self care and confidence, mind that occupied nothing but negativity towards everything in my life and the amount of pain and tears that could sink the whole world. Though I have went through heartache and pieces of me was shattered as an individual I have progressed quite admirably in the year 2016 and thus far is one of my best success yet. I have grown more levelheaded to see a different perspective, as well I have been more careful and thorough with my decision making skills. I am sharing these thoughts because I can finally say I have endured the pain and learned to let go of things I simply have no control over. It took me years to fill my head with a positive mentality, I admit there are still times I feel the wave of sadness coming over me but I have managed to control any thoughts of hopelessness. In my best regards to myself and to anyone who is going through the same path as me or to the person reading this right now: I truly hope that you will continue to grow to achieve the best that you can be, that this new year (more years to come) brings you genuine love, happiness and a proper physical and mental health. Also I am hoping that you are surrounded by optimistic individuals who will benefit into helping you get to your goals, if you aren't in that position just yet I send you strength to cut off anyone of anything that holds you back from becoming the best version of you. As a poet I don't want to sugarcoat you with any metaphors or similes because your worth as a person cannot be compared, to wishing you'll stop comparing yourself to others cause there can't be a better you other than you. So here's to a promising future, new discoveries, more self-improvement, remembering to take better care for yourself and years to come that awaits a lot of adventure and laughter.

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Jan 2, 2017

Jan 2, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC

thrcy

sending my best regards.

Throughout the previous years filled with self doubt, lack of self care and confidence, mind that occupied nothing but negativity towards everything in my life and the amount of pain and tears that could sink the whole world. Though I have went through heartache and pieces of me was shattered as an individual I have progressed quite admirably in the year 2016 and thus far is one of my best success yet. I have grown more levelheaded to see a different perspective, as well I have been more careful and thorough with my decision making skills. I am sharing these thoughts because I can finally say I have endured the pain and learned to let go of things I simply have no control over. It took me years to fill my head with a positive mentality, I admit there are still times I feel the wave of sadness coming over me but I have managed to control any thoughts of hopelessness. In my best regards to myself and to anyone who is going through the same path as me or to the person reading this right now: I truly hope that you will continue to grow to achieve the best that you can be, that this new year (more years to come) brings you genuine love, happiness and a proper physical and mental health. Also I am hoping that you are surrounded by optimistic individuals who will benefit into helping you get to your goals, if you aren't in that position just yet I send you strength to cut off anyone of anything that holds you back from becoming the best version of you. As a poet I don't want to sugarcoat you with any metaphors or similes because your worth as a person cannot be compared, to wishing you'll stop comparing yourself to others cause there can't be a better you other than you. So here's to a promising future, new discoveries, more self-improvement, remembering to take better care for yourself and years to come that awaits a lot of adventure and laughter.

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Mistakes I remember one day We were standing in the snow Winter was strange that year Bi-polar in a way Icy nights mixed with 50 degree days Not much made sense Until I found you And you were my rock Steady, constant Keeping me levelheaded throughout all the trials and tribulations That a young man faces growing up I never knew I needed that Someone I could rely on So I foolishly struck out on my own Thinking I was stronger Than I actually could be So when I burned out, like always I had nobody to save me So I crashed hard These days I miss you And regret walking away Because I know now that I needed you And I think I still need you To make things feel okay When life is going to hell And I feel all alone So if I ask you to come back? Could I have you, for just one day?

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Apr 23, 2013

Apr 23, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC

daniel-kenneth

Second Chances

Mistakes I remember one day We were standing in the snow Winter was strange that year Bi-polar in a way Icy nights mixed with 50 degree days Not much made sense Until I found you And you were my rock Steady, constant Keeping me levelheaded throughout all the trials and tribulations That a young man faces growing up I never knew I needed that Someone I could rely on So I foolishly struck out on my own Thinking I was stronger Than I actually could be So when I burned out, like always I had nobody to save me So I crashed hard These days I miss you And regret walking away Because I know now that I needed you And I think I still need you To make things feel okay When life is going to hell And I feel all alone So if I ask you to come back? Could I have you, for just one day?

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In this Christmas season on a high, gift of heady wine; i can vouch, you are the most exquisite wine my body, mind and spirit ever did imbibe but never got inebriated.

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Dec 22, 2011

Dec 22, 2011 at 9:44 PM UTC

k-balachandran

the best wine that kept me levelheaded

In this Christmas season on a high, gift of heady wine; i can vouch, you are the most exquisite wine my body, mind and spirit ever did imbibe but never got inebriated.

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i've gone ******* crazy i always thought that i was the type to remain levelheaded passive not the type to cry over no new messages and cancelled plans and no outside contact for 48 hours but every 7 minutes on the dot i refresh your blog to see if you're online or open my lock screen to see if you decided to finally text me back my insides twisting in desperation because you're supposed to like me how could i feel this strongly about you and you not even consider me?

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Jul 1, 2014

Jul 1, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC

akron-family

Untitled

i've gone ******* crazy i always thought that i was the type to remain levelheaded passive not the type to cry over no new messages and cancelled plans and no outside contact for 48 hours but every 7 minutes on the dot i refresh your blog to see if you're online or open my lock screen to see if you decided to finally text me back my insides twisting in desperation because you're supposed to like me how could i feel this strongly about you and you not even consider me?

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By Arcassin Burnham Lilac in the morning sun while the feelings were Still there lingering questions through my Cranium yet it fills a mental stadium full of Bad brain cells of bad memories and bad Frequencies, That means that everything that I went through Was all in my head, The posture of a levelheaded troubled soul is often Dead, I don't negotiate with corrupted feds, I'm just being honest, There are quite a few regrets, my feelings are like a bucket of glass barrettes that Are being worn by the classiest females of our time And our time is still hanging in the balance, / you better choose the right card, but please don't put up your guard, I'm the only one that knows who you are, you've only gone so far, You're so majestic in your ways of socializing All of the beautiful attributes that come with Bliss in your heart, And if I'm hanging with the wrong crowd lately, I'm so sorry, we could talk about our feelings To start.

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Jan 24, 2016

Jan 24, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC

arcassin-burnham

"Flowers And A Deck Of Cards"

By Arcassin Burnham Lilac in the morning sun while the feelings were Still there lingering questions through my Cranium yet it fills a mental stadium full of Bad brain cells of bad memories and bad Frequencies, That means that everything that I went through Was all in my head, The posture of a levelheaded troubled soul is often Dead, I don't negotiate with corrupted feds, I'm just being honest, There are quite a few regrets, my feelings are like a bucket of glass barrettes that Are being worn by the classiest females of our time And our time is still hanging in the balance, / you better choose the right card, but please don't put up your guard, I'm the only one that knows who you are, you've only gone so far, You're so majestic in your ways of socializing All of the beautiful attributes that come with Bliss in your heart, And if I'm hanging with the wrong crowd lately, I'm so sorry, we could talk about our feelings To start.

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Is it a thought, it can be! Is it a hope, no harm to consider! Is it around Love, let us find out! Is it a confusion, slightly! I know one thing…… A lot of whispers inside every corner in me! Am I getting angry…. absolutely! Am I reaching beyond the stretch of my patience…Definitely! Am I touching the ceiling of losing my faith… Obviously… I can survive out of pain! I can move on with the hurt! I can tolerate wounds outside and inside me! But I can’t survive Lost! I can’t tolerate wasted feelings! I can’t let my reborn heart down! I just want…. To shut up all those voices and talks inside me! I don’t know who is talking to me….. Is it myself… Is it my heart… Is it my brain… is it my soul… is it The God… Are they the angles… Are they Heave’s blesses… I don’t know where they are coming from… I know they are taking me to places, where I can’t rest… I don’t know their structure… I know they go deep in every breath I’m inhaling and not going out…dwelling and going in circle all over me! I don’t know why they wan to talk to me! I know there is a message… What the message is!…. I woke up feeling i’m becoming a Hell-boy doomed ages ago! Other days, i feel i’m the Grey Wolf, protecting my territories .. I don’t want to reach “Beware the levelheaded person if they’re angry.”…. I don’t want to reach the cry that who are in Heaven and Earth can’t understand… I just want… Sleep with her…. Not the way you are thinking… Smell her… Also not the way you are thinking… Looking to her eyes before i close my eyes and sleep in peace… that is a dream, a wish, a hope, that won’t come true… and that what makes it more….. Outrageous! I might… Not open my eyes after that and die in peace… Leave the world behind me and go far away… Lose the faith in something called love… At least… Finally i slept in peace! A peace not defined by human and defined only by my… Heart and Love!

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Jan 2, 2016

Jan 2, 2016 at 7:31 AM UTC

mazen-edlibi

Outrageous!

Is it a thought, it can be! Is it a hope, no harm to consider! Is it around Love, let us find out! Is it a confusion, slightly! I know one thing…… A lot of whispers inside every corner in me! Am I getting angry…. absolutely! Am I reaching beyond the stretch of my patience…Definitely! Am I touching the ceiling of losing my faith… Obviously… I can survive out of pain! I can move on with the hurt! I can tolerate wounds outside and inside me! But I can’t survive Lost! I can’t tolerate wasted feelings! I can’t let my reborn heart down! I just want…. To shut up all those voices and talks inside me! I don’t know who is talking to me….. Is it myself… Is it my heart… Is it my brain… is it my soul… is it The God… Are they the angles… Are they Heave’s blesses… I don’t know where they are coming from… I know they are taking me to places, where I can’t rest… I don’t know their structure… I know they go deep in every breath I’m inhaling and not going out…dwelling and going in circle all over me! I don’t know why they wan to talk to me! I know there is a message… What the message is!…. I woke up feeling i’m becoming a Hell-boy doomed ages ago! Other days, i feel i’m the Grey Wolf, protecting my territories .. I don’t want to reach “Beware the levelheaded person if they’re angry.”…. I don’t want to reach the cry that who are in Heaven and Earth can’t understand… I just want… Sleep with her…. Not the way you are thinking… Smell her… Also not the way you are thinking… Looking to her eyes before i close my eyes and sleep in peace… that is a dream, a wish, a hope, that won’t come true… and that what makes it more….. Outrageous! I might… Not open my eyes after that and die in peace… Leave the world behind me and go far away… Lose the faith in something called love… At least… Finally i slept in peace! A peace not defined by human and defined only by my… Heart and Love!

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He would walk through the decaying leaves thinking about all his yesterdays he would always talk of future things and you'd say well I never Mr Levelheaded He always talked about time and space and if you didn't listen hard enough you would surely lose your place never getting to the land of understanding Many times he would talk tactics always mentioning silent running and if you were lucky enough he would even show you star charts He created many machines all just for your pleasures what has he built today? well never, Mr Levelheaded! By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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Mar 2, 2015

Mar 2, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC

christos-andreas-kourtis

Mr Levelheaded

He would walk through the decaying leaves thinking about all his yesterdays he would always talk of future things and you'd say well I never Mr Levelheaded He always talked about time and space and if you didn't listen hard enough you would surely lose your place never getting to the land of understanding Many times he would talk tactics always mentioning silent running and if you were lucky enough he would even show you star charts He created many machines all just for your pleasures what has he built today? well never, Mr Levelheaded! By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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My resolve has been tested as this country has segregated itself due to conflicting views, speculated opinions and race The PALPABLE DISCORD shakes me beyond speech, yet I am reluctantly asked to render my idle thoughts The divide widens daily as the rhetoric conflict escalates to childlike spats resolving no tangible issues Remain mindful to be clear and levelheaded with regard to all things... all things, albeit large or small in detail.

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Aug 1, 2016

Aug 1, 2016 at 2:48 AM UTC

allen-robinson

PALPABLE DISCORD

My resolve has been tested as this country has segregated itself due to conflicting views, speculated opinions and race The PALPABLE DISCORD shakes me beyond speech, yet I am reluctantly asked to render my idle thoughts The divide widens daily as the rhetoric conflict escalates to childlike spats resolving no tangible issues Remain mindful to be clear and levelheaded with regard to all things... all things, albeit large or small in detail.

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