"thougts" poems
I fell in love with you all over again. .
Whenever my heart skips a beat on your memory. .
I fell in love with you all over again. .!
Whenever things go wrong,
and I see you standing by my side. .
with all your strength,
I fell in love with you all over again. .!
Whenever you walk beside me. .
and give a look which says. .
"I won't ever walk away from you. ."
I fell in love with you all over again. .!
Whenever I look down the memory lane. .
each moment enlightens a chain of memoirs. .
and an irresistible smile embraces my lips. .
I fell in love with you all over again. .!
Whenver I ponder over over the reason of my existence. .
Your innocent face tickles my thougts. .
and then. .
I fell in love with you all over again. .!!!
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 11:12 AM UTC
This is the struggle, the writings in my mind every night.
The *"cannot ******* sleep".*
This is the "get to know u better my dear Borderline".
This is the genius, the craziness.
This is my self-therapy. The "I don’t wanna take my meds and I need to if I wanna be normal"
This is me typing, and talking in english only so I don’t have to listen to my self-thougts in spanish telling me ****
"Isto me está a falar e escrever em Português, só para não ter que ouvir a minha mente conversando comigo em Inglês e Espanhol dizendo coisas desagradáveis"
This is the Linguist, the Polyglot. This is the Mexican, the German, the citizen of Oceania.
The suicidal. The teaser. The lover. The wife. The translator. The ****** The poet. The soon-to-be-a lawyer.
This is the world looked through the eyes of a Borderline patient.
Random Thoughts. Just to keep my mind occupied, avoiding suicide, again, not because I don’t want to live in this beautiful earth again, but just to ******* shout out the voice inside my mind.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
My name is going to vanish into nothingness one day.
"Johnnie Woods" who wrote a few poems, a cluster of atoms that developed illusionary consciousness. And now this consciousness starts to deny itself. I'm writing this text, I'm thinking 'bout what I'm going to write, I'm thinking about me thinking about me going to write it. And I'm writing it all.
My poems are pointless and my words and thougts are abstract.
All poems are pointless. This website is pointless. Cries and sadness and emotions are pointless. Everything is pointless.
Don't go this way if you wan't to retain your sanity. Atoms. Atoms.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC
Russian dolls,
like paper notes,
burn and burn,
like our hopes.
You'd love thier brilliance,
had you seen them,
but if you do,
we can't redeem them.
Burning, burning,
day by day,
we smell the smoke,
as we play.
No red flags,
no warning's flown,
no siren wailing,
the reverent tones.
Physical wealth,
that we adore,
cannot compare,
to how we're poor.
Thougts exchanged,
for a shiny necklace,
Hopes and dreams
Are getting reckless,
Faltered seconds,
splintered moments,
If we only knew,
how to control this.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
I say she took my heart and never gave it back
Run it back
You used to cut your wrist i got you outta dat
Now you Rollin around wit cat
spending your stacks cause you worked at eat fresh
you used to be upset
Cause you had dreams i couldn't catch
the smell of **** was too fresh
Takin blunts to the head
head high
i held my head high
When i was high
Days go by
before i reply to the hi
You sent at 9
its been months no sun shine
But sometime
You still come across my mind or in a rhyme
And how i spend my time
i just copped a dime
What it wasnt on your dimes or nickles
Your dimples uses to make me tingle
Now im aiming at your dental
With a first full of resentful
but i could never diss you on a instrumental
iv picked the peddles
Thought you felt us on a different level
So l told gipedo
I wont settle
To puppet
for ******* in steledos.
Not even a hello
Can bring back the haylo
that you held low
when yo head hang low
but you said goodbye now your heads gone
Been high my heads gone
so till my heads stone
I live on
Until my last song
Im Jackson
Got packs on person
Im taking charge
Like you purse gone
So drag slow even if yo joint long
This that right wrong
So right on
till cows head home
Im dead on
Jojo been gone
So flows moe head strong
So ill see you in the rest room
got thougts that ill rest on until i get my chest on
Smith and west drawn because you were my best one
Jackson
Aka the worst
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
I suffer from generalized anxiety
and I just want people to understand it
but mental illnes is frowned upon by society
Some days I'm fine but I must admit
I'm always just teetering at the edge of sobrietry
I know it's never going to go away
But I can try my best to forget the pain
Always trying to keep it at bay
But always in vain
walking around in a circle
trying to learn from my mistakes
at the pace of a turtle
at night my thougts still keep me awake
I'm really not depressed
but I'm not happy either
I have this anxiety pressing at my chest
And sometimes i just need a breather
I'm constantly told to get it together
to pick up some courage and do things
But that's like telling someone not to be cold in freezing weather
And more anxiety is all that it brings
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
when we think about imagination,
We think about pieces of our childhood.
Leftover of the memories
They didn't wanted us to keep.
Ashes
Of our buried first consciousness,
Buried
Under a pile of society
Tossed by the shovel
Of humanity.
Shattered thougts.
Because they fear the ones
That know what's really worth it.
A child wouldn't choose a car
Or a smartphone
Before their friends.
They wouldn't.
Because our math tests became easier
When "I don't know" was a valid answer.
Now it is all about competition,
Now it is all about money,
And that's what makes someone
Rich.
And who's "powerful" will rule.
A kid is not afraid to fall
Because they'll stand up Again,
Maybe,
We have much to learn from them.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
Talk to me friendly,
And as though we have met.
The angels are giggling,
And some without regret.
Talk to me tongue tied,
Or till blue in the face,
Hand in hand converse,
Thougts in embrace.
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 7:14 PM UTC
Blur the sanity
plunged in delirium
that calls for me,
free of any type of bound
and see how the sunlight dies
with orphan eyes.
For now, I prefer to be blind
than carry on with this stubborn eyes
who refuse to see you in someone elses bed.
I would like to asphyxiate my thougts with the pillow
so when you land over my bed
in the middle of the night
my dream become true
and rest my lips over your skin
caress your longs with a deep breath
ignoring the fear behind my knees
and sculp your body in the darkness,
under my covers.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
That cruel distance which kept us apart
Was nothing compared to our desires
Those thougts whirling in our heads all night
Were our only hope for love
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC
Sitting in an empty room
Letting the loneliness consume me
Letting the thougts flow through my mind
I haven't seen his face in days
I miss the sweet things that he says
I miss his smile
I miss his laugh
I'm afraid because of my scars from the past
Afraid he'll forget about me
Afraid he'll love another
Afraid he'll hate me
Afraid he'll call me names
I know he's not like that
To hell with my past
I'm writing a new book
The writing starts now
I shall turn my frown upside down
I won't be self conciois
I won't be untrusting
I won't let my past permanently scar me
He's different I know it
And I am new
I'm recreating myself
So dear past,
To hell with you
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
i see you
opening your eyes
out of your sleep
a familiar touch
there's no trace
of me in your thougts
waking up without me
is this the end?
the warmth in your bed
is of your body alone
no fragrance
of our love
as the morning sun
comes up on you
i m dissapearing as quick
as a ghost
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
My mind is reeling with thoughts
Happy memories is what I'm trying to find but once again the dark side wins and pulls me in
I can feel the ache building in my heart , and once again I'm reminded of the past
My eyes are trying to put up a fight, and the tears are desperatly trying to hold on but once again gravity does it's job and pulls them to the ground.
Words are being thrown around carelessly in my mind, like bullets shooting through me
I 'd take psychical pain over emotional and mental pain any day
The psychical pain fades with each day passing by
But the emotional and mental pain stays with you till the end of time
The world is such a beautiful place, but it's the people in it that makes it ugly
I think of what you said while shedding tears
I dig in deeper into my mind and face my biggest fear
I try standing strong as I go through the storm in my mind
Once it's finished I sign in relief
With a final question flooding my mind
"How come I forgive but never forget"
is the final thought before I close my eyes
My head sinks into the pillow and I curl into a ball
I cover my whole body with a blanket as I stifle a yawn
Black is all I see as it consumes me and takes me to a better place
And makes me forget the cold hard truth that I again in the morning have to face.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
Bask in the emmisions of my spirit.
Let me be your source of hospitality.
Let me give you a peice of my brain,
food for thought.
See my soul, what is it like?
Relish in my words, the pretty words I write.
Don't hold my hand,
but hold my essence, honey of my being.
Don't put my picture in your wallet.
I'd rather you hold by laughter in a lockette.
Not because I have a pretty laugh,
but because it is an audible reminission of my past.
One day, my body will rot,
yet never will my thougts.
I am my spirit, not my face.
I am everbeing, a living that can't ever waste.
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 2:34 PM UTC
journaling of emotions?
expressions of the heart?
externalizing of thougts
cathartic musing
a rorschach test
therapy?
art?
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 9:43 PM UTC
Tell me it's alright,
Please don't let go.
You're the only one I talk to,
Now I'm all left alone.
With these thougts I'm with,
Terrifying me, left and right.
I tried calming them, with little words,
But ended up arguing.
I'm not the best at pep talk, sorry...
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 6:59 AM UTC
The what-if thoughts always got me.
Always haunt me.
Always and always made me scared.
But all the beautiful thougts of you I had,
Have totally saved me.
1054pm
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 9:54 AM UTC
My body is floating on the ocean, and my foot is tied to a heavy box.
The heavy box is all my dark thoughts, and my depression.
It dragging me down, under the water.
I feel sometimes I get strangled by my own words.
I will not tell a living soul my darkest thougts. Because that is a sign of weakness.
So under the water I go. The box dragging me further and further down.
I can't breath.
I try to untie my self, but it's to hard.
Why do I have to have this box?
Why?
The people who know me says everyone have a box like that.
But they don't understand how it is to hate yourself so freaking much.
That your biggest enemy is yourself.
That this box is holding you down.
That you can't just untie the know and everything will just be fine.
And you can't say anything because then you will drown.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
Thinking about love is like throwing thoughts into vast emptiness
I used to be a hopeless romantic but now all that remains is the glimmer of love that has fallen out of my chest like a dot of glitter on the ground that catches your eye, you may look at it for a second but eventually you will find yourself stepping on it
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
I didnt realise that
I wasnt cool enough
To carry myself with eyes
Wide open,
Like some enigmatic beauty
With no interior design,
Someone gazes at clouds making
Shapes,
People look at the man
With a pen and tiny pad,
Their thougts like dandruff
On the black polo
You bought to impress
Her father,
Self aware and glare at the living,
Painting the swindled
Version of the real things,
Wiping away the tears
Of this mornings' spilled coffee,
The 29 year old beggar looks pridedul
Enough to know you burn
Inside and out comes the
Weasal,
I couldnt truly see that I wrote
In the most sensible way,
A poet defines a classic sight
Timeless, wondering
When the pièce will be done
So he can write about beggar.
A poet is not slave to the mind,
And the mind is not a terrible
Thing, only when the door closes
And last light curls the spectrum,
The poet lays the earth in symphonie, afraid that he cannot hear the music,
Desparate and hungry
For the life he writes.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 6:51 PM UTC
Something was done, now that I'm driving consistently. I don't have the time to write down the thougts, that come across my mind. I wonder if it's worth it to die, my flame wiped out on this very road. Blood mixed with metal, fibers of well written verses.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
*Loud thougts make my head hurt.
I can't hear things around me.
There is so much its like dirt
on Earth. Adding more is just a fee.*
It's deafening.
*But,
You help by freeing
Me from the thoughts that cut
Deep in my head.*
It's clearing.
*The thoughts are dead,
For now...*
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC