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Christian Mar 2011
a lingering sensation of what must be done with what is done and how it will be done and when it wasn´t done where confusion flounders with my sweaty ***** in cool chilean nights.
Im nervous,
yet my hands remain calm my heart blips on every bleep yet the space between my ears fills with dreads of whats to come cause my feet find my throat and they dont get along so I stumble to the bathroom only to find the waters run out.
The ticket knows delay when doctors sign slips but I feel I feel something else so instead of acceptance I fight with resistance as a stubborn tool more dangerous then a dull knife to wake through sleeping hours to torture myself with the image of the unfair who is an unkindly god who ***** on flowers when they´re already dead.
oh.
its just that, that that is that.
Logically we understand what we´ve already learned yet history is a longer trip then two seconds past when its catching up and passing to secounds not yet found.
logical al a ly we can simply be yet I find time for thoughts which distract me from me so I can be a me that only lies yet believes making my reality.
no point.
theres no point in splashing bucket full of fire on fire except to say you did but I´ve already said that and hipster cats like new trends which have always been thought before.
The couch can be comfortable tonight.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Last night I watched the storm
The flashing of lightning that lit up the sky
The rumbling of thunder that shook my floor
Then every softly at first the beat of the rain
like the rhythm of a drum
It grew more intense, the wind joined in
So much lightning made my room look like day
The rain was so deafening like the drums of mad men
It was all so beautifully violent
I couldn't help but look on in awe
The chaos of it all pulled at my being
Till I had no choice but to go out and join in
The wind driven rain penetrated my skin
The lightning and thunder electorfied my soul
For a few split secounds I was alive again
Pauline Morris Jan 2016
She sits alone contemplating her place within this universe
She thought about her live in reverse
Trying to figure out how she had got to this place
Sitting on the bridge, legs dangling into space

She stares into the crystal clear water
In her mind there would never be any imprimatur
She is in conflict of what to do
She slowly kicks off one shoe
To count how long it takes to splash down
If the concrete like water didn't **** her, would she drown

She looked out across the river to watch her last sunset
Thinking of a tragic events she couldn't forget
It was such a soft purple that got more vibrant to a bight pink center
The frost nipped at her nose, and now exposed toes, soon it would be winter

She examines her situation still not sure why
But then again everybody dies
Does our energy escape our corpses
Jets off into the cosmos and courses
Or our we just nonexistent forever in the black void
Both of these thoughts makes her overjoyed

She cracks a slight smile the first in years
In the last of autumn's sun she basks, she has no more fears
She kicks off her other shoe, grabs hold of the cold steel frame
There will be no more living in darkness and shame

She carefully climbs up on to the rail
She didn't want to fall backwards, she didn't want to fail
She spread her arms wide out to her side
Took one more look at the sky, let go and let her body glide
It was the very first time she felt free
Sheer fleeting secounds of glee

She didn't feel the bone crushing impact
As her head wide open cracked
Her body started to slowly sink
Life had pushed her past the brink
Bubbles at the surface forms as the air escapes her lungs

I hope the galaxy gives her life energy hugs
Or if in the dark abyss
I hope shes found rest, either way I know she found bliss
For her wretched life she wont miss
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
She sits alone contemplating her place within this universe
She thought about her live in reverse
Trying to figure out how she had got to this place
Sitting on the bridge, legs dangling into space

She stares into the crystal clear water
In her mind there would never be any imprimatur
She is in conflict of what to do
She slowly kicks off one shoe
To count how long it takes to splash down
If the concrete like water didn't **** her, would she drown

She looked out across the river to watch her last sunset
Thinking of a tragic events she couldn't forget
It was such a soft purple that got more vibrant to a bight pink center
The frost nipped at her nose, and now exposed toes, soon it would be winter

She examines her situation still not sure why
But then again everybody dies
Does our energy escape our corpses
Jets off into the cosmos and courses
Or our we just nonexistent forever in the black void
Both of these thoughts makes her overjoyed

She cracks a slight smile the first in years
In the last of autumn's sun she basks, she has no more fears
She kicks off her other shoe, grabs hold of the cold steel frame
There will be no more living in darkness and shame

She carefully climbs up on to the rail
She didn't want to fall backwards, she didn't want to fail
She spread her arms wide out to her side
Took one more look at the sky, let go and let her body glide
It was the very first time she felt free
Sheer fleeting secounds of glee

She didn't feel the bone crushing impact
As her head wide open cracked
Her body started to slowly sink
Life had pushed her past the brink
Bubbles at the surface forms as the air escapes her lungs

I hope the galaxy gives her life energy hugs
Or if in the dark abyss
I hope shes found rest, either way I know she found bliss
For her wretched life she wont miss
Paul Hardwick Oct 2013
It is hard being surreal
and tying to feel
how you see things
and take them to how i feel
can hold your aoutgraph
for just ten secounds
but I might just come to you when
on the day I come free
of everything else
that makes me me
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
She sits alone contemplating her place within this universe
She thought about her live in reverse
Trying to figure out how she had got to this place
Sitting on the bridge, legs dangling into space

She stares into the crystal clear water
In her mind there would never be any imprimatur
She is in conflict of what to do
She slowly kicks off one shoe
To count how long it takes to splash down
If the concrete like water didn't **** her, would she drown

She looked out across the river to watch her last sunset
Thinking of a tragic events she couldn't forget
It was such a soft purple that got more vibrant to a bight pink center
The frost nipped at her nose, and now exposed toes, soon it would be winter

She examines her situation still not sure why
But then again everybody dies
Does our energy escape our corpses
Jets off into the cosmos and courses
Or our we just nonexistent forever in the black void
Both of these thoughts makes her overjoyed

She cracks a slight smile the first in years
In the last of autumn's sun she basks, she has no more fears
She kicks off her other shoe, grabs hold of the cold steel frame
There will be no more living in darkness and shame

She carefully climbs up on to the rail
She didn't want to fall backwards, she didn't want to fail
She spread her arms wide out to her side
Took one more look at the sky, let go and let her body glide
It was the very first time she felt free
Sheer fleeting secounds of glee

She didn't feel the bone crushing impact
As her head wide open cracked
Her body started to slowly sink
Life had pushed her past the brink
Bubbles at the surface forms as the air escapes her lungs

I hope the galaxy gives her life energy hugs
Or if in the dark abyss
I hope shes found rest, either way I know she found bliss
For her wretched life she wont miss
Frank Emmanuel Jun 2020
The lungs, the air pump
The vocal folds viberate to use it dump
The larynx muscle makes the tone sweeter
Above the larynx,  sound articulate and filter

Words are implement
The good use are to tent
Thought of words i don't meant
My wish,  they all melt

Words are powerful
In a bit of secounds they are full
Easy to spell  out
Maybe i was right in a doubt

Words are sweet
They make you renowed in a tweet
Like a god in the gold street
A dream i don't intend to thwart

Words are creative
Creative mind is a native
Like a safe city in a hidden rock
How can planting and harvesting work

Words are comfort
Where paranoid mind comport
Like the story of a peaceful street
No history of a stolen neat

Words are fire
It destroys man in ire
Like a drop in a fuel tank
It swiftly increase in rank

— The End —