"spining" poems
Melting down, crossing barriers, breaking out, stepping round.
Pieces fragmenting, character isolating. Green-acid, hair follicles, white is the blank slate, painting blues with reds.
Freaks from a sideshow, muscles in the sea, six-packs in a grog-shop, dancing improperly.
Beguiled by your bounce, sleep-walking this town. Fine is the white wine, poisoning the liver, spining on a sixpence, ********** follows dinner.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC
See You There In Crowd Of Apaths
My Soul Breaks Down From Your Wrath
That Smile On Your Face
A Mischive In Your Ways
You Were In Light Blue Jeans
Your Eyes Are My Heaven, By All Means
Your Voice Like a Cool Violin Beat
That My Metal Armor Heart Can't Cheat
I Start Liking You Secretly In My Heart
You Left Me Thinking About My Vacant Part
God Knowns And I, What I was Wondering?
Like Mystery Of Universe You Left me Poundering
Are You Too Thinking about Me?
Or Are You a Hovering Bee?
You Are in My Head Spining From That Moment
So Falling For You Is Imminent
My Heart Pounding Crazy Like a Little Child
These Feeling Aren't For First Time
But I Want It To Be The Last Crime
I Want to Be Yours
If It Takes Gravity and All It's Force
Isn't It Too Soon To Say All That?
Cause I Know That it's Delicate
All The Drought Will End With This Rain
One Glance Would Be Enough To Keep Me Sane
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
Beige is the color of my brain
When I can't think of a thing
With wheel spining round
And not gaining ground
No thoughts to write down
hushed is the only sound
Beige is the color of my brain
When I can't think of a thing
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
A heart black veil,
Quickly she dances,
First born,
An ancient youth,
Twirling round,
A black veil spining,
Playful dances,
Spinning youth.
A pure white veil,
Now she's walking,
Second born,
But mother of all,
Hand in hand,
Her consort-lover,
*** and love,
and marriage vows.
A blood red veil,
Now she's standing,
Third born,
And oldest still,
All is done,
But none is finished,
Knife in hand,
The altar bare.
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
whirling little dreams
spining around within me
cutting through the shades
tramsmute my injured psyche
my abandoned child within
bring him from out of darkness
freed from that cold, remote place
where memories become ghosts
where part of us becomes lost
and tell him that i need him
and that i truly love him
and bring him back home
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
Dear wizard of computer,
of the world.
have idea spining around
in my head.
let build computer,
with home libarry an voice reader.
i speaking about literature ebook.
my friends
build it on the hard drive.
of computer.
then have home school courses ware
on to hard drive also.
grammer school an high school.
study material.
may help people more educated about life.
make more people happy about life .
share gift knowledge is true gift in life.
an that my idea , people.
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 4:12 PM UTC
Sitting on the floor
in a dark pitch room
curled up in a corner
spining her cocoon
blocking out the world
feeling so safe
to get her walls up early
she picked up new pace
once the work was done
she let out a sigh
they were the harsh words
that made her to keep the walls high!!
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
Can't you see the tiny storm cloud
With it's thunder cracks so loud
Feeling the gentle rain caress my skin
A thousand tiny kisses felt so deep within
To pirouette between the drops
Quickly losing all the agonizing thoughts
Spining and changing with the wind, a tango of prefect grace
I taste the rain upon my lips, as the lighting splashes light across my face
An exceptional balance of beauty and the beast
Absorbing the fierce energies release
Dancing in the storm's sweet rain
Relieving the searing pain
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
swimming slowly
starfish below, stars above
underneath the moon
gliding through still warm waters
my wake spining reflections
across the deep velvet night
as i cross the black lagoon
searching for the shore
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
Your skin feels warm, like silk on silk
You make my days feel sunshine yellow.
In the begining seeing you was like spining.
Yellow spining
The spining has stoped,
But i'm left in a blissfull, perfect, relaxed state.
You constantly surprise me with your selflessness.
You came out of a fairy tale didn't you?
Take me back with you.
Let me be your princess.
You've promissed me forever.
I'm forever yours.
Lets spend our days in yellow sunshine, floating on our endless love.
May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 5:08 PM UTC
Do you feel yourself giving in
or does it happen so gradualy
that you wake up one day
and you find yourself in too deep
Our arms are swinging back and forth
Screaming for fun like children
and spining in circles until
our legs give
I am writing the past down on napkins
in restaurants
with old coffee
and I am at the point of realization
that everything means nothing to me
with the stale smell of smoke
I fall backwards
and hope someone will catch me
for once this seems to be the right thing
it never is
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 5:11 AM UTC
What do I think we are
Did I expect to see stars
Spining around both our heads
Forgetting the path that I fled
It all sounds so silly to me
Going back to such lived misery
How can I entertain my delight
At the thought of being under your spotlight
It all felt so decided, quite final
Like our last song on a vinyl
An album played ad nauseam
Swimming circles in stagnum
But a tale as old as time
The whimsy to rewind
In my attempt to create closure
I found the itch to flip our record over.
May 16, 2022
May 16, 2022 at 11:53 AM UTC
here they come amassing their potential greatness in the back of my mind
there they go a squanderin around
the bug spins twice for the amusement of the hypotheticals and sporadic leeches
the door slams shut before opening again forthe greatest of the releases
and the nonsensicals pour out just this once for perhaps the only andlast time
they march forth in order of smallest to largest. silliest to unprovoked
wearing ******* clown shoes and false faces
some with dollar signs still burning the palms of their hands
but most with 10,000 mile stares
do they still write for the universal, for the greatest spining reversal?
do they still speak in the most straightforward of riddles?
does anyone still read into them...
does the faucet still incessantly drip idealized water memories...
I can only see the slope, not the gradient
I can only feel the dew, not the grass
i can only taste the crab, not the shell
I can only hear the music, not thewords
facing divinity and scouring myself clean in the shame it forces
seeing the exact center of the venn diagram
and being blinded by the duality therein
*****
and links
234
simplicity is the most difficult thing to master
books don't write themselves
authurs can't design inspiration
liquids still sing
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
If I could
Pull my clockwork heart out
From my chest and point
To every gear that refuses to tick
If I could
I would dismantle it in front of you
To show you where
And why it gave out
If I could
I would show you the gear
Unattached to any other
Spining desperately
Because it doesn't know
It's spinning along and for nothing
If I could
I would tell you I think
That I didn't know
That clockwork was so delicate
I think I have clumsy hands
And I broke a few parts
Trying to fix it
If I could
I would give you the windup key
To stab me in the back and twist it
Hoping for something to click into place
But I can't.
I gunked up the keyhole
Hope and fear don't mix well
Like chewing gum they stick
And mix until they're both brown
I can't
Reach that little gear
Spinning so relentlessly
I can't oil it
And stop it from screaming
Screeching so loudly
At all the other gears around it
That won't turn no matter how fast it goes
I can't
Turn each gear by hand
I've tried
No one warned me
That clockwork hearts are warm
And bruise so easily
If I could
I would take up my clockwork heart
In my clumsy callous hands
Feeling it's hummingbird wing beats
Struggling in Morse code
Begging and pleading
To be held gently
If I could
I think maybe I would grip it
Feel it sputter and struggle
Like every time before
Just for clockwork gears
To grind together
To spark for all the wrong reasons
If I could
I would squeeze just a bit more
Until the last spinning gear halted
I would sob as I crushed it
Because it's already bruised and sore
If I could
I would be gental and lay it down
Let it hummingbird wings beat
And see that it's a cog in a dying machine
If I could
I would let it go cold
Numb it so the bruises stop hurting
I would put it to rest for pities sake
If I could
I would be soft with it
But I have clumsy callous hands
And cruelty will have to do
I would dare to call it mercy
If it would justify my tears
Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 5:49 PM UTC
I dont know what to do
I am so confused
Everythings so fuzzy
Its all clouded up
My mind is spining
Its a whirlpool
Im high
Im low
Everythings so fuzzy
Im all clouded up
My vision is bluring
Everything is going so fast!
I cant keep up
I need that rush
That high
That low
Everythings so fuzzy
Im needing
Wanting
Craving
A high
A low.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 9:44 PM UTC
How the first time I saw you I taught you were the most perfect being I had ever seen.
How I started seeing all your flaws and they made you real, and attainable, and human, and even more perfect.
That you have the softest eyes and the truest smile.
That now I have songs that I love (not even love songs) that make me smile because of you.
That there is not one single place I've been since I met you that I don't think could be better with you next to me.
That I've kissed so many guys, that I've touched so many lives, that every one is so different from you, that some may even be a little bit better than you, that I've failed every time I tried to replace you.
That I admire you, that I respect you, that if I ever have a little boy I wish he could grow up to be like you.
That I still get nervous before we meet, that I check my make up when you are not looking, that you make me calm, that you make me remember to breathe when my head is spining a thousand miles.
That I've learnt to love you in the distance, I've learnt to live in peace without you even if I wish everyday to be with you.
That I'm happy giving you my heart, even if I dont get it back from you, that I know you love me, in your own way, and that I'm complete (almost) just knowing our paths crossed.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC
Spining and swirling
I can't find my feet
Lost in a mind
detoured by defeat
I can't believe you beat me
I can't believe you won
For you the game is over
For me it's just begun
You walk away grinning
thinking your on top
but, this is where you're mistaken
I 'm not so easy forsaken
I will make a come back
just you wait and see
with a whirlpool of emotions
I'll shall **** you down
and giggle sheepishly as you slowly drown
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 3:55 PM UTC
Can't you see the tiny storm cloud
With it's thunder cracks so loud
Feeling the gentle rain caress my skin
A thousand tiny kisses felt so deep within
To pirouette between the drops
Quickly losing all the agonizing thoughts
Spining and changing with the wind, a tango of prefect grace
I taste the rain upon my lips, as the lighting splashes light across my face
An exceptional balance of beauty and the beast
Absorbing the fierce energies release
Dancing in the storm's sweet rain
Relieving the searing pain
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
My heads spining.
My hearts pounding.
I cant take this anymore
Im screaming.
Crying.
Praying.
But no ones there to hear me.
Ive reached my final breaking point
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
**** y'all.
Everythin's spining.
Leaves flying.
Round and round.
Sadness floating.
Still here.
**** good it was.
Real lucky I was.
Now scares me.
Forget it !
Remember the funky happy song!
What are you waiting for ?
**** you all off, and just leave me alone.
Trumpets are singing.
Time to be sad.
Someone ? A Dagger please ! I'd like to stab my belly.
Maybe that way this feeling will fade away ?
An eraser for the past ?
The asylum is over there dude.
What about you, always looking towards the future ?
Hug it.
I know !! I know I should.
But Past is pulling me back.
That **** ******* feeling.
Don't need it to survive.
But is the salt of existence.
The burger of the life.
Give me the pepper would ya' ?
(the audience is invited to laugh.)
How did she move on ?
A guess ?
Wisdom ?
Or perhaps early Alzheimer.
Just kidding.
Maybe she didn't move on.
Managing only to close her eyes.
Oh come on shut up will ya' ??
Of course she moved on !
What did you expect exept Schwepps ??
Snow falling.
Negative things ramping.
Sun rising.
Positive things shining.
You don't live all year with snow.
Unless you're from Saskatoon. Or maybe Siberia too.
The burger, waiting for salt, increasingly covered by falling snow, got pepper instead.
Lol are you mad ?
Of course not ? And you ?
Neither am I. And what about the other guy over there, with the black hat ?
Dunnow. Looks like he's looking for salt.
Yeah, but seems he doesn't know how to catch it.
Yeah, he thinks snow is falling upon him, but it's salt.
Poor him. What he is looking for is all around him.
**** it.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 7:51 AM UTC
nothing drows you more than feelings
nothing gets you more excited than teather
you can see the magnificent in absolutely every kind of art
but baby
who capt your eyes?
i've seen them spining on mondays
and i truly know how you hate this day
boy i wish i'd be your friday
i wish you wanted to see me on saturdays
and i miss you all week long
lover of the fantasy
i wish i was your favorite song so you wouldn't get me out of your head
i wish i was the kind of flowers you like
i wish i could peek at you all the time
oh lover of the dark,
i miss you so much
as exact as math
and i wish
you'd never fall in love with anyone else
but me
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
Bodies replicating displacement,
twisted growths
Streaming up walls
that separate and segregate
The once spacious and spontaneous.
Brimming past allotted space,
Gridlocked in a postmodern wasteland
Deprived of wonder,
no ability to wander.
Stretching,
aching to escape the odds,
The masses stacked against each other,
wrapped in suffocating saran.
Plastic and detached
We clamor for peace
As they bury the hatchet
Separating bone and flesh
De-spining our fragile backs
In an effort to preserve class.
They tie us up on strings
For an elaborate show,
Distractions make us feel we’re in control.
Puppets and human beings
Become indistinguishable.
A pre-allocated placement
only masked by possession.
This land of the free is weighted
towards the monetary security
of them,
Never us.
So will we,
modern day slaves
of the service industry
placidly toil to please their every need?
No, indeed
The chosen few will turn back,
Ready to be trampled
by the stampede of society.
Itching within,
beneath skin and muscles
through blood vessels and malleable marrow,
All vibrating in frustration
and we will exclaim
with little more owned than our given names,
We are no longer
willing to play survivor,
fighting against our neighbor
To climb this invisible ladder.
We’re digging through the ********
elbow deep
and dredging up with two clenched fists
The forgotten sediment of rebellion.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
Spining
Twirling,
Leaping,
Humming,
The grass wet under your feet.
Dancing until your toes are red,
And your legs ach,
And your tottering on your heels.
So you sit, your face gazing up in contentment,
At the shimmering stars,
And the glowing full moon,
And the large, endless universe.
A stretch,
A yawn,
A sigh,
And in you go,
Whispering
Goodnight.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
When your lips collided with mine
It was a moment that shook this universe;
Not only did the sun rise that morning once again
The moon also shined so bright that night.
Waking up with you no where in sight
But with the sense of you near by
Was one hell of a dream ill say...
Soon later to come a msg from my divine
It was as if I knew something was up
"My love its you I'm looking for
My mistakes I've done was the ego blinding"
When I forgiven many times waiting for you to come home.
Just was in hopes of a sooner coming
But in knowing time still needs to pass by
Our timing was still in dues
My boo... how my heart beats for you
Always in tune with the vibrations
The beauty that flows throughout our mother earth essences;
In our soul's remembrance.
We danced together in the lost deserts
In our past lives many times before.
It's like our favorite place to disappear,
From the beginning till the end of times.
It's as if the great Pyramid's of Giza were given to us as a gift for honor
For our love that keeps Earth on spining
Also to remind us where our true home is.
Please remember that our love is real
Or simply just keep on building fantasies
Of our lost world that's meant for Earth.
Our kingdom waits upon us
As our thrones sit empty without our touch
But also please continue your visits in my dreams...
~namaste
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
**** y'all.
Everythin's spining.
Leaves flying.
Round and round.
Sadness floating.
Still here.
**** good it was.
Real lucky I was.
Now scares me.
Forget it !
Remember the funky happy song!
What are you waiting for ?
**** you all off, and just leave me alone.
Trumpets are singing.
Time to be sad.
Someone ? A Dagger please ! I'd like to stab my belly.
Maybe that way this feeling will fade away ?
An eraser for the past ?
The asylum is over there dude.
What about you, always looking towards the future ?
Hug it.
I know !! I know I should.
But Past is pulling me back.
That **** ******* feeling.
Don't need it to survive.
But is the salt of existence.
The burger of the life.
Give me the pepper would ya' ?
(the audience is invited to laugh.)
How did she move on ?
A guess ?
Wisdom ?
Or perhaps early Alzheimer.
Just kidding.
Maybe she didn't move on.
Managing only to close her eyes.
Oh come on shut up will ya' ??
Of course she moved on !
What did you expect exept Schwepps ??
Snow falling.
Negative things ramping.
Sun rising.
Positive things shining.
You don't live all year with snow.
Unless you're from Saskatoon. Or maybe Siberia too.
The burger, waiting for salt, increasingly covered by falling snow, got pepper instead.
Lol are you mad ?
Of course not ? And you ?
Neither am I. And what about the other guy over there, with the black hat ?
Dunnow. Looks like he's looking for salt.
Yeah, but seems he doesn't know how to catch it.
Yeah, he thinks snow is falling upon him, but it's salt.
Poor him. What he is looking for is all around him.
**** it.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC