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When we make decisions we lead with logic or emotion So the final outcome won’t make us feel like we’re drowning in the ocean The head makes sense and thinks of the long run
Swimming through my lake of thoughts I gaze and then behold, The dreams are singing, and hopes are ringing The young and also the old
there's this jellyfishstuck in my headhe swims there day and nightand lights up the darkinside of my skulla bioluminescent, fluorescent jellyfishswollen and pinkhe likes to shock me
My dog really loves to be scratched On his ears and head Oscar, so cute, he makes me happy
I have butterflies in my chest I thought I could put them to rest stop their flittering, fluttering panic. a day ago a week ago a month ago a year ago forever ago
a heart beat is when the heart speaks i guess it says a lot about you when you come around a constant uproar as it pounds my chest im lusting for your flesh im lusting for your best
And so the hairy fat ape raped the puppet slut-whore hybrid til it fell limp down the stairs of its sullen gaze amidst the crowing shit-bird winding a tourniquet casually about it's wing, facing the corner,
I have an innovative mind One with many characters and personalities My friends are imaginary, a figment of my dreams They come alive as I write on the pages inside a blank notebook of my alter worlds.
For me, my drummer beats, Da boom, da boom. He rarely misses a beat and keeps up with my tempo. When I'm running-- Dadub-dadub-dadub! Or when I meditate, Daa boom. Daa boom.
I think about you everyday.
Life is wrought a letter, Written slow to live the read, Longing to be tucked away, For living long in Heart. And yours, while still it beats, Pumps Ink unto the Pages,
Beyond the exterior roars confusion A rhapsody of complete destruction When a heart and head fight There’s no fair end in sight
I feel as if, if I let a tear drop my body would erratically shatter. To bite the bitterness away with coldness. To repress the said with utter and complete numbness. To shiver away the sense of alone. To drift off and never return.
Sad to say To my dismay I waste away my day Trying to find the words to say To make you stay But my silence just pushes you away. So here I am instead Laying here in bed
Addicted to organization through words, throughout your thoughts Addicted " to a certain kind of sadness" within your fears and your doubts Addicted to the words that bring you up
Sometimes I feel like it's all my fault, like I brought this family down. Like I'm the reason mama's always crying,