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"unthink" poems
**skipping stones across the water walking beside the ocean's daughter listening to nature as she sings taking in the rapture that living brings**                    *Thoughts that she cannot unthink; a life that she cannot unlive.*                  **Dreams she has yet to live and a soul full of fire looking under every stone seeking her heart's desire**                  *Afraid to see whats underneath. We stay to the surface afraid of the ghostly deep, for there are shipwrecks*                **What lurks beneath at fathoms deep will not disturb a good nights sleep for as long as we can stay afloat courage shall be our own lifeboat**                        *But skipping stones eventually fall To depths they haven't ventured yet but, that's when life begins to be lived when we reach deeper depth*                    **Skipping stones across my mind like those lucid dreams we hope to find but in the end we are not alone having reached the shore with that lucky stone**                            Happiness is a skipping stone
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
Skipping Stones. By: Wolf Spirit Poet & Falen Acon
i am on my knees asking all the unanswerables how do you unwind unkink, unthink, have faith, have trust in more than pixie dust.
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 8:18 PM UTC
Bruised Knees.
I hid you under layers Bright lies I told myself In order to forget. The words you sent Once catalogued & treasured Stopped my progress Or the days that passed. My eyes closed Trying to unthink you — A ghost in the attic, The pain I can't be without. I erased emails. Messages. Phone numbers. My heart. My soul. Yet you still remain.
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
The Distance Between Us
We live We die Life is but a journey We share we care we flirt with a love affair: with life. We cry we are happy we are shy We’re the friend and the spy We pry on other people’s business We are everywhere. We are alive. We care. And then we leave, and retrieve all our shine We intertwine With the roots and the shrubs Within the endless labyrinth of the mundane and the divine We become part of it It consumes us Earth takes us in, and we begin To unthink unfeel Is this real? Am I buried, am I cremated, was I clothed, was I bare? I don’t care.
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
Because The Dead Don’t Care
Pacing slowly In the gallery of dreams. On display to the masses, The elegant and obscene. Indescribably lost In a forest of words. Too quick to be caught, Now muttering, absurd. Invitation to The cosmic dance. Toss your handful of dreams And ****** one by chance. Hold it now, tightly to your chest. Inhale deep the allure. Earth now swallowing up All the unjust and impure. Misplaced somewhere in time. Where fear survives. Where when the sun goes down, The soul comes alive. Ancient, tribal chanting Off in the distance of dark night. Cloaked by the wind With demonic grin Across an ocean of fright. Tribal dances on the Shores of desire. Lost in this world, Awaiting the pathway, Lit by moon and fire. Strings have all snapped. Chains busted at the link. Stuck in the gallery of dreams Amongst memories of which You cannot unthink.
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Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 1:28 PM UTC
The Gallery of Dreams
I don't like to think about it I hate it I try not to think about it But do you think trees try to fall down things happen regardless of whether they're planned so last night I thought about it even though I didn't want to it kills me I didn't want it to I assumed it wouldn't but trees spend all their lives above the grass that doesn't mean they think they'll ever touch I thought about it and I hate that and I hate that I hate that I thought about it I hate that I love you I hate that I don't fully believe that sentence I hate that you can feel something but not be aware that you feel it I wonder if trees know they'll grow they always do but I wonder if they know they will Is it possible to not know the inevitable? I wish I could unthink the thought I thought it kills me how the thought of you with another man makes my stomach turn but the thought of me with another woman doesn't carry the weight to lift a scale were trees previously just one branch until they realized they had other options I'm using a tree as a metaphor because I don't want to talk about myself because I don't want to make this about me I want the world to cause my problems but if i'm being honest which I will be I am the root of my pain I just don't want to think about it
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
I Thought About It
i do not write in pencil it's all written in real no pattern, no stencil, hand drawn hard feel inhale exhale whatever air is available words need breaths to exist yet breathless i persist never been in a band my words never heard left to hold my own hand trying to unthink my words no eraser available (though noe is erased & dull) so i babble feeble (though no words escape my skull) eyes blink to rid themselves of the red but don't disguise a think cuz the lids are hiding brain-dead can you breathe underwater believing she's oxygen for you can you breathe when you want her but she's allergic to you soft socks should soothe a soul on a cold night in a Shannon cuddle and be the only thing worn on the morning where we have each other waking for moaning i thought She Loved me deeply NEEDED me (butt found there were cracks in our foundation) i believed we were US forever walked the waking dream of our Love Affair (butt learned she could lose the fascination) i was in LOVE She was dating i found The One She was just dating February 3rd came & went harbringer of the death of clint March 8th was the final **** of the last of my living will been in a haze of agony where my own jester hates me i wake daily in a daze of disbelief to a nightmare real with no relief my tears don't fall they flow strong & steady acidic yet empty and their side-show-bob is the echo of my sobs i keep writing poem after poem of pain PAIN when the only poem i've ever wanted to write is the one She wants to re-read every night
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
at least it's not February 3rd
i do not write in pencil it's all written in real no pattern, no stencil, hand drawn hard feel inhale exhale whatever air is available words need breaths to exist yet breathless i persist never been in a band my words never heard left to hold my own hand trying to unthink my words no eraser available (though noe is erased & dull) so i babble feeble (though no words escape my skull) eyes blink to rid themselves of the red but don't disguise a think cuz the lids are hiding brain-dead can you breathe underwater believing she's oxygen for you can you breathe when you want her but she's allergic to you soft socks should soothe a soul on a cold night in a Shannon cuddle and be the only thing worn on the morning where we have each other waking for moaning i thought She Loved me deeply NEEDED me (butt found there were cracks in our foundation) i believed we were US forever walked the waking dream of our Love Affair (butt learned she could lose the fascination) i was in LOVE She was dating i found The One She was just dating February 3rd came & went harbringer of the death of clint March 8th was the final **** of the last of my living will been in a haze of agony where my own jester hates me i wake daily in a daze of disbelief to a nightmare real with no relief my tears don't fall they flow strong & steady acidic yet empty and their side-show-bob is the echo of my sobs i keep writing poem after poem of pain PAIN when the only poem i've ever wanted to write is the one She wants to re-read every night
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i think: come(unthink)music carelessmusic softly lilting the swept downy fiber, falling, flakes come steeply, arrive on comely ears, the nuisance of thy waft gentle exactly and the bodies fay met of muscles many in sweetness honey one, long strain of thy cords envelopes the snug sound of your kiss daft as a raspberry pursed between lips, fruitmouth, your fragrant hand is the most articulate violence the most unthink music the most ear full cringe of lewdness (dear, the smart vastness of your naked sigh is a murdering song comes from paired lips, and single throat annihilator sound I think: unthink . come
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Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 3:42 PM UTC
i think: come(unthink)music
I think it might have maybe been yesterday, or the day before, when it happened Noticed the room was different, and the silence was all of a sudden empty Realized what a glimmer is because it wasn't Reached and grabbed air felt my own nails press into my palms squeezed my eyes  and i think a tear dropped swallowed into the hardwood and the silence I think I stopped caring I think I finally lost myself in a memory forever or a dream it's so much easier, after all better to be alone than to feel lonely... there used to be a mirror in the corner, and a window i think i remember i have scars from the broken glass i'm white as a ghost but i don't notice besides, i'd rather not be seen i'd rather hide my red-eyed reflection and the dust in my hair maybe i died but i don't know because that day, yesterday or the day before, i stopped feeling perhaps it was maybe actually a few years ago.
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Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 5:34 PM UTC
Unthink
Verse Enough of it I refuse to write All I ever get us in Trouble and sin Noone understands Brain takes up hand Foolishly ruled by heart I end I start I write my heart But for reasons Unknown I write to fill the void Alone And temperamental None the less I give of me My heart and yet I give it up No more ink I rather sleep, to this Unthink Able and yet not one more word I rather unread Unheard They never listen Anyway Just prayer Confession Washing me away They don't understand From where I came A mile in shoes Up in flames They only With their evil stares Judge me For my being Made by their Creator I'm feared The Devil ©MV
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
The Devil
love (notlove) i think you cruelly i think you distinctly perfumed of hair lavendermint (jasmine) stars and night                       think you smell like cheap, cigarettes, coffee                        think and you taste like cardboard dust and                         think (linger ultimately fatally clinging) smoke                   think lovenot love you i                                                            think but so comely smooth olive (skin)                                think unthink                                                                              drink
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 3:48 AM UTC
Untitled
My heart hurts. I wish that I could unthink The things I've thought tonight. I want things to stay the way they are, I want to let our little sprout Grow into the rose it yearns to be. I think I love you. Cause the thought of never again Seeing that beautiful smile of yours, Makes my heart ache. I know I never should have Opened my heart to you. From the very start, This love was destined to end. It was a wishful fantasy; An all-too-perfect dream. But even so... If I were given the chance To remake my choice, I think I'd do it all again. Because this hurt, These tears that I'm about to cry, Are proof that what I'm feeling is real. I don't want to let you go, I don't want to see this end. It's been perfect, And I've loved every minute of it. But I think it's best if we stop. Cause if it hurts now, How much more will it hurt, If we wait till our hearts are closer? I wish that I could unthink The things I’ve thought tonight.
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
To Unthink Your Thoughts
It's all said and done You know you can't have your words back right You can't unspeak them You can't unthink them You can't retrieve them from my ears For they are words, the words you have said Don't feel sorry for me now No time for guilt now What's has been done, has been done You can't tumble and drown in guilt now You can't go back Wipe those tears now love, they mean less to nothing now Life is not a Personal Computer my friend There is no Cntr + Alt + Del, Theres no undo, the Cntr + Z Yes my friend, you did it Yes buddy, you said it Forget about the yesterday now, You never getting it back But you are here now We, are here now So what? It did hurt like hell, Yes Do i wish i handn't heard it nor saw it, Yes Do i wish you'd turn back the hands of time, denitely Yes Oh how i so wish I had Harry Porter's wand and Hocus Pokus myslef out of this How I so wish I someone could erase my memories, Or how I wish they can pinch me, wake me up, and say Baby, this was just a nightmare Oh well, still doesnt change a thing, Here we are, this very monent, this very time... So what now?
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
It doesnt matter now
It's all said and done You know you can't have your words back right? You can't unspeak them You can't unthink them You can't retrieve them from my ears For they are words, The words you have said Don't feel sorry for me now No time for guilt now What's has been done, has been done You can't tumble and drown in regrets now You can't go back Wipe those tears now love, They mean less to nothing now Life is not a Personal Computer my friend There is no Cntr + Alt + Del, There's no undo, the Cntr + Z No do overs Yes my friend, you did it Yes buddy, you said it Forget about the yesterday now, You never getting it back But you are here now We, are here now So what? It did hurt like hell, Yes Do I wish I handn't heard it nor saw it, Yes Do I wish you'd turn back the hands of time, denitely Yes Oh how I so wish I had Harry Porter's wand and Hocus Pokus myslef out of this How I so wish I someone could erase my memories, Or how I wish they can pinch me, wake me up, and say "Lefa, wake now, it was just a nightmare" Oh well, still doesn't change a thing, Here we are, this very monent, this very time... So what now?
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 6:33 AM UTC
A Little Too Late Now
You have to let it go Lose control Unthink Penetrate Lockness gone The bizzare twist Ironic plots Synchronisations sake Alive Feel fuel burning From fingertips light Inhaling conscience Desires Center points Plotting x and z On scalic demeans Concentrate On the higher Things Ploring through Time zonic tonic Discussion closed Rebirth Reaknowledge Stories told Simple and divine Asking heiresses Jabbing hearts Reliquient unheard of Fortunes found For hours on end She will Be mine
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
Inhaling conscience Desires
When you think something, you can unthink it When you hear something, you cannot unhear it When you think something, it isn't true When you hear something, it's easier to believe When you think something, only you know When you hear something, the whole world can judge you because once you say something it's in the world for forever so just because you say "jk" doesn't make it right Because you never want to be in a bullies sights
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:50 AM UTC
Thinking vs Hearing
No, it's really alright. It's alright. I'm okay! I stumble in my shoes as my heart falls out of place. Are you awake? Wake up! Can you hear me? I can tell you dead-on that you're here and I'm there, I can tell you that just fine, I just can't wash my hair. Or sit in warm-ish water for more than 4 minutes, or carry my breath while feeling safe in it. How can I feel better like you're urging me to? I will feel better, I swear, and as a matter of fact, I think I already do! It will leave me alone; it will never happen again... it will read every report and study my own eyes have read. Then come back with a venegance, with some sort of vendetta, a foe -- and make me unthink all the things I think I already know. So ***** the dinner table, Mom's house, New Year's Eve, ***** looking tearfully at my parents, telling them that I need to leave. ***** the medications, MRIs, and echocardiograms and ***** every time the symptoms performed these tests with empty hands. EKG's normal! You're alright, and so's your blood pressure, so get out the hospital, get some rest, and be reminded to always remain less & less sure. Exercise, eat healthy, get plenty of sleep.. but don't mind being dizzy more than 5 days a week. Because you're just fine! You're good! Just keep your mind in it. I sure will, thanks a bunch! And be sure to tell the same to your kid, because that's all I am, a child at heart. Whose heart can't tell time, so when I stopped growing, it'd start. I thought I was safe when I reached twenty one, deadlifted 210, drove for a bit, couldn't see what was in front. I don't need to be rescued, I don't need you to care, just don't get offended if you look over and I'm not there dazed and confused, heart at an abnormal pace stumbling, shuffling, as it falls back out of place.
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Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 8:55 PM UTC
congenital
No, it's really alright. It's alright. I'm okay! I stumble in my shoes as my heart falls out of place. Are you awake? Wake up! Can you hear me? I can tell you dead-on that you're here and I'm there, I can tell you that just fine, I just can't wash my hair. Or sit in warm-ish water for more than 4 minutes, or carry my breath while feeling safe in it. How can I feel better like you're urging me to? I will feel better, I swear, and as a matter of fact, I think I already do! It will leave me alone; it will never happen again... it will read every report and study my own eyes have read. Then come back with a venegance, with some sort of vendetta, a foe -- and make me unthink all the things I think I already know. So ***** the dinner table, Mom's house, New Year's Eve, ***** looking tearfully at my parents, telling them that I need to leave. ***** the medications, MRIs, and echocardiograms and ***** every time the symptoms performed these tests with empty hands. EKG's normal! You're alright, and so's your blood pressure, so get out the hospital, get some rest, and be reminded to always remain less & less sure. Exercise, eat healthy, get plenty of sleep.. but don't mind being dizzy more than 5 days a week. Because you're just fine! You're good! Just keep your mind in it. I sure will, thanks a bunch! And be sure to tell the same to your kid, because that's all I am, a child at heart. Whose heart can't tell time, so when I stopped growing, it'd start. I thought I was safe when I reached twenty one, deadlifted 210, drove for a bit, couldn't see what was in front. I don't need to be rescued, I don't need you to care, just don't get offended if you look over and I'm not there dazed and confused, heart at an abnormal pace stumbling, shuffling, as it falls back out of place.
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