Brandi R Lowry Mar 2015

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.

For Ty & Des ❤️
Jordan Farelli Apr 2012

Many would say
That I'm a fool
If I laid awake at night
And only thought of you

But what if these thoughts
Were not of love
And they were hate filled and murderous
Precisely planned, with a fitting glove

Would it be a waste
To plan such a thing
When it would take you away
Along with my pain and grief

So as I think of you now
The feelings come even stronger
I've seen the way it unfolds
And for you, it won't be much longer

PrttyBrd Jun 2014

love generates kindness
trust generates peace
open hearts breed understanding

Anna Oct 2014

I know I'm not as quiet as I could be when I should be.
But thoughts are just perpetual graves dug over and over.
That seems a bit redundant,
but so is this thought.

naughtyfive Nov 2014

clouds are weird
usually we can feel certain things
not see them

with clouds
it is different
we can see them
not feel them

From my 10 day trip to Texas and Mexico back in May 2014.
Vandana Khanna Jul 2014

Missing blissful memories,
Cherished thoughts.
Memories in webs,
Tangled knots.
Binding grievances
Pave the way.
Unfettered thoughts
Have their own say.

Moments felt,
Moments understood.
Times are past,
Graveness its hood.
Calm seas rejoice
In silence.
Storms are but
Reasons to penance.

Regret hopes to
Unbind the will.
Will’s infant cry
To escape.
Bewilderment stares
With mouth agape.

Confusions unfold
In graves.
Souls depart
To hellish caves.
Brevity speaks
A thousand words.
Wilderness stands
On a million swords.

Confused and petrified.
Thoughts again
To guide.
A vicious circle
So unholy.
One committed
To every folly.

Silent Thoughts Dec 2014

I don't want you to see the beauty in me
I want you to see beauty

zeineb bouhaouel Sep 2014

my head is full of dark thoughts
so i better stop thinking
before i lose my mind

Thoughtful Aug 2014

thoughts are stars that collide together and shoot hot fumes
thoughts are the unseen side of the moon
thoughts are the miscellaneous objects held in the hands of gravity
thoughts are discovered constellations

Joyce Jan 2016

I sing.
I think.
I feel dirty.
I feel flirty.
In the shower
I feel the
I can do

Madds Nov 2014

Whose gun is at your head?

This was just emergency jotting down of thoughts, I had not pen or paper at the time.
I will add to this soon. Stay tuned.
MonkeyZazu Dec 2015

Naked branches
now scratch
cold wind

Leaves fell
and with them
his coping

with him
thoughts stay
no longer swaying

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