"sshhhhh" poems - Hello Poetry

sshhhhh...... the mouse I'm in is so petrified of breathing life is a cat waiting to pounce on every move I make many moves through perdition-land and the frog croaks croak-croak S T - 4 dec 13

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Dec 4, 2013

Dec 4, 2013 at 12:01 PM UTC

st64

mouse

sshhhhh...... the mouse I'm in is so petrified of breathing life is a cat waiting to pounce on every move I make many moves through perdition-land and the frog croaks croak-croak S T - 4 dec 13

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1. Three Persons Where is this? But, NO. It is everywhere. Colours unite and divide. But to the prism, it is just another day. Why aren't the colours solid? Why don't they meld into the prism? How are we so sure? That the ideas we think outshine every other. That we have the power to change this sorry world. We think of our superpowers. But all we do ever is enable this amoeba more and more everyday. - Green, endless green. Maybe they think that they should create Natural Parks and Sanctuaries to protect humans from their deadly logic. Hey! Maybe they do! - I await the beauty and the epics. But beyond the turn, there is only a lake 2. The Swirl Begins The first thought that comes to my mind is the shape of shapes. It's not about a square or a triangle or a circle in particular. Just the idea of symmetry in the Third Dimension. But sadly, so much brilliance and symmetry adds up to form so much asymmetry. Not that it isn't beautiful. But somehow the point is lost in the heap. What is perfect? Thankfully my train of thought takes me to more beautiful places. Where 'symmetry', 'meaning' are just vibrations.. Sounds.. God! I want to believe!! But not believing is so much fun! **** that! Swirl!! 3. Paddy on the Rocks . [A Description] Zombies and Aliens do not reside here. We walk along without any fear. Why, you ask? We wish we could tell. Somehow we realise that it is here we can smell. Drop. Stop. Swirl. Up.. Write. Wish i didn't. No i don't. We all just don't know what we would do, if we could do whatever we think we wanted to do. Swirl. Down. SsHHhhh...

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Aug 23, 2013

Aug 23, 2013 at 2:41 AM UTC

alex-george

One Song in Three Parts

1. Three Persons Where is this? But, NO. It is everywhere. Colours unite and divide. But to the prism, it is just another day. Why aren't the colours solid? Why don't they meld into the prism? How are we so sure? That the ideas we think outshine every other. That we have the power to change this sorry world. We think of our superpowers. But all we do ever is enable this amoeba more and more everyday. - Green, endless green. Maybe they think that they should create Natural Parks and Sanctuaries to protect humans from their deadly logic. Hey! Maybe they do! - I await the beauty and the epics. But beyond the turn, there is only a lake 2. The Swirl Begins The first thought that comes to my mind is the shape of shapes. It's not about a square or a triangle or a circle in particular. Just the idea of symmetry in the Third Dimension. But sadly, so much brilliance and symmetry adds up to form so much asymmetry. Not that it isn't beautiful. But somehow the point is lost in the heap. What is perfect? Thankfully my train of thought takes me to more beautiful places. Where 'symmetry', 'meaning' are just vibrations.. Sounds.. God! I want to believe!! But not believing is so much fun! **** that! Swirl!! 3. Paddy on the Rocks . [A Description] Zombies and Aliens do not reside here. We walk along without any fear. Why, you ask? We wish we could tell. Somehow we realise that it is here we can smell. Drop. Stop. Swirl. Up.. Write. Wish i didn't. No i don't. We all just don't know what we would do, if we could do whatever we think we wanted to do. Swirl. Down. SsHHhhh...

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sshhhhh slow down everything is moving at a mind numbing pace I can't tell where I am anymore this body feels like a vice growing tighter and tighter the madness is coming back my brain is swelling and my skull has no give all I can feel is my body shaking willow branch in the wind I can't type fast enough to get the smatter of chaos out of my head this isn't a poem this is a frantic plea of distraction I just need the pill it's sliding down my throat ten minutes is a life time when you are counting the milliseconds here it comes relief the swelling is reducing the wind is dying down everything is coming into focus

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Dec 8, 2015

Dec 8, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC

keah-rose

Sshhh, Slow Down

sshhhhh slow down everything is moving at a mind numbing pace I can't tell where I am anymore this body feels like a vice growing tighter and tighter the madness is coming back my brain is swelling and my skull has no give all I can feel is my body shaking willow branch in the wind I can't type fast enough to get the smatter of chaos out of my head this isn't a poem this is a frantic plea of distraction I just need the pill it's sliding down my throat ten minutes is a life time when you are counting the milliseconds here it comes relief the swelling is reducing the wind is dying down everything is coming into focus

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