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johnny's psyche.
Submitted by kylielowfive on Fri, 07/23/2010 - 12:33amI wish I could be within your mind,
Open the windows and lift the blinds.
A rosemary breeze would flutter through,
If only I just could see like you.
I’d wander about in a land of confusion,
Of history books and clockwork illusions.
I’d trace the walls and hear your thoughts,
And wonder why we ever fought.
Refrain:
And when it rained, I’d whisper to the vents
That nothing ever could prevent
My love from reaching you,
From touching you, Read more »
Mind Words
Submitted by gothikbayb on Wed, 10/21/2009 - 8:58pmUgg,
It's not her fault,
I shouldn't care,
Fuck, I do though,
It sometimes seems better,
But other times it's unbearable
I just want to go into a comma and not wake up,
But then people will be sad?
Maybe. . . I don't know.
God, I hate this so much!
But other times it's okay.
I don't care,
At least. . .let's think that I don't care.
And maybe I'll forget that I do.
Ugg.
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FoxHole
Submitted by _ALX on Mon, 01/26/2009 - 10:00pmConstant flash of heat when you come to mind
I have words tickling at my lips needing to be said
Phrases that need not be repeated aloud
Locked away in a chamber of my states of mind
My nature is most confusing
I’m sure God doesn’t even understand
Then again shouldn’t a creator have a blueprint to its invention?
Or actually, abomination?
My mind is uncommon but you read of such things
Those who see the world too differently
Those who shouldn’t exist and at the same time should
Pointing out the obvious to those who don’t wish to see
To show that real is actually all that we make-believe
We go off topic
We scramble our words in perfect sense
Yet you still don’t believe us
But yet I still can’t say what I need to say
For it is all too confusing for you.
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Losing
Submitted by misilover on Thu, 11/13/2008 - 11:43pmI was trying to get to point B
when let my hand drop to my side,
and two rings fell off
my thinning fingers.
The sound of metal hitting wood
sent me scurrying across the floor
to find them;
my face was inches away from the ground,
and my stomach was scooting me along
as I skimmed my palms, searching.
I was desperate,
collecting dust on my clothing,
and writhing on the ground.
And by the time I found the
rings under my sock basket,
I could conclude a few things:
First, that if my hip bones
make a thud when I lie on the ground,
and rings are falling off
my fingers, I should start eating more.
Second, if I am able to wiggle
on the floor after I find
what I am looking for,
I should start trying to find
my brain as well.
And lastly, I need to vacuum.
Examples of My Mind
Submitted by pineapple_babbit on Mon, 03/10/2008 - 4:38pmMy mind wanders so…
I mean,
Its quite amusing at times,
But at other times,
It gets in the way of things…
I looked at my morning pages that I had to write at the conference.
First Rusty DeWees,
Then face book.
Those two are connected,
But after that,
It’s all loose.
First is a guy,
One that I haven’t liked in a while,
And then college,
And then Him. Read more »
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Converse With Myself
Submitted by _ALX on Mon, 09/10/2007 - 8:27pmI warn you for what I say..
..I say with a heavy heart.
Though my chivalry
May be key of mind
But can it be the conjecture
To open my heart?
This soul is a memoir
Of its self.
Repairing,
Telling,
And labeling
A tall tale.
The heart is a state of mind
That holds
Love,
Empathy,
Hope,
& desires.
A soul, a heart
We sometimes
Consider of the same matter. Read more »
North Side Story
Submitted by _ALX on Mon, 09/10/2007 - 8:15pmI warn you for what I say..
..I say with a heavy heart.
Though my chivalry
May be key of mind
But can it be the conjecture
To open my heart?
This soul is a memoir
Of its self.
Repairing,
Telling,
And labeling
A tall tale.
The heart is a state of mind
That holds
Love,
Empathy,
Hope,
& desires.
A soul, a heart
We sometimes
Consider of the same matter. Read more »
Collapse (SLAM poetry)
Submitted by emaLee on Fri, 04/06/2007 - 3:15pmI see my life, my eyes, my mind, senses of body, soul, and living, breathing, only one can stand with you, is, yourself. Money is imaginary, verbs are just words, and appearance is just a joke. No time to cry, have to go, pay checks and rent fees are all we're about, no time to cry, you'll just have to deal, without. What you have isn't enough. Read more »
