"neverendingness" poems
when i want to relax
i clear my mind
white space surrounds my entire being
and i fall into the bright nothingness
spiraling downwards into neverendingness
that leaves me senseless
i pretend i am the wind
and i move the way i'm told
i move to and fro
i move to
i move
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deep breathing to the point of numbness
to the point at which i float
with the air captured in my lungs
in my mind i am weightless
a balloon
one that will never burst
except with the eruption of peace
May 28, 2010
May 28, 2010 at 8:16 PM UTC
She longs to fit in, and feel like she's wanted,
The neverendingness of being laughed at and taunted.
Doesn't consider the future, or what her loved ones would think
She puts that bottle to her lips and gulps down a swig-
She forces down a few more, as her friends do as well
The dizziness kicks in and the headaches excel
She's completely indifferent, taken over by her mind
Her body is functioned in all ways unkind
In the morning is only when she figures out
The ones she thought who were friends, she knew nothing about.
A real friend would pull you away from that situation
Instead they were amused by her risky contemplation.
Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 3:24 PM UTC