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Words Are Shadows

Words Are Shadows

 

I climbed atop a mountain,
I wish that you were there.
A shadow of the thing itself,
Is all I have to share.

 

My words are only shadows,
They're shadows of a time.
They're shadows not the thing itself,
That mountain you must climb.

 

- ThemanwithNoHead

Author's Notes/Comments: 

On the primacy of experience.

Inside my mind. 2015

inside my mind 2015

 

I dont know why i hide inside my mind

I get so uptight i can never unwind

no one ever see's the anguish that i feel

its like waking up from a dream that felt so real

some days im so angry that i seem unkind

nothing ever goes right inside my mind

but there are days when i feel just right

like an owl feels after hes been up all night

the thoughts in my head clap like thunder

and it makes me feel like i'm six feet under

most chose to ignore it like there are so blind

and dont want to see whats inside my mind

i fake a smile when they see my face

so they dont see what i can not erase

someday in the future if i get better

i will write it all down in a nice long letter

if you dare ask then im sure that you'll find

i just might tell you whats inside my mind

 

 

                zoeycup16.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i wrote this poem because i sometimes hide away from the world and im trying to get over doing that so i hope you like it

                                                                                                  zoeycup16

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*Mind, Heart, Soul*

March.23.2001 
Trisha M Barrek Hopkins


-Mind- 

 

You are always on my mind 
Too sweet 
So kind 
When I'm cold you're my heat 
Someone just like you I won't ever find 
No one else i want to find 
Your love always makes me blind 
Right next to me will always be your seat 

 

-Heart- 


You'll always be in my heart 
So deep 
Never part 
When you're with me I cant sleep 
I knew we were meant to be from the start 


-Soul- 

 

You are apart of my soul 
You are all around me 
To keep in touch will be my goal 
I'm not ever setting you free 
You're a precious memory forever I will hold 
Apart of my soul you will always be 
You are worth more then gold 
You are dear that I hope you see 

 

You will always be in my mind 
You will always be apart of my heart 
You will always be connected to my soul 
And the memories will never end 

 

Copyright 

Trisha M Barrek Hopkins 

Five Year Journey

The weather is well

The sky is blue

The day anew

The little birds wake and sing

We wake because our alarms ring

I can’t tell

If that was the screams in my head or

The school bell

I’m inside

Inside again

Inside myself

Translation of my ideas, I’m deaf

Sympathetic to several causes

Seemingly smart with scarce solutions

Often imagining the future

Taking the high way in the maze of life

Road block

Stagnated, frustrated

Angst

Initially, but it evolved courageously

It’s hard to understand ourselves

Time is the patron of change

 

Now that I get it

Or

That I think I get it

I’d like to rewind

And restart the picture I painted

Purify the person I tainted

Use the colors that I wish I used

My eyes see nothing new, I’m unamused

Now there’s nowhere to memorize just open your mind

Analyze every line

Because all the world’s a stage

Regressed to Illiteracy 

In my book I can’t seem to turn the page 

Learning till the day I die

Consumption of corruption because it’s easy

 

Though,

Our interests are mutual

Alone like my daily ritual

Instant satisfaction

Failing to ponder and think critically

Why don’t we ask why

By social stigma we act cynically

To me my shadow is colorful

Full

The feeling we search for

Push and pull

Two sides seen by only two eyes

Left & right, black & white

Understanding is out of sight

Success

Maybe

I might

Still figuring it out

 

Silence kisses my lips

Only talking when we take sips

Beats my heart skips

My conscious flows in the veins of my eyes

My tongue is red like my lies

Tarnished are my teeth and my thoughts

And without purpose my soul rots

The human hand is the door knob to a person

But my hands are locked in fists

Wrinkles in our palms

The fleshy manifestation of our route through life

Legs like ruined Roman columns

Glory with revitalization

Destruction with mistreatment

Only if he comes to a sooner realization

He’ll become a traitor of stag-nation

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My first written poem. The title simply signifies the teenage years and I feel as if it really dug deep into my 17 year old head. Please tell me what you thought of it.

Moonlight

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My 30's 2014+

The light of the moon shines through my window,

But it doesn't light me up like other nights.

I try to close my eyes but it won't let me sleep,

It reminds my mind that my thoughts do not leave.

I wait for the time when my mind skips a beat,

I wait for that second I can fall asleep.

 

I used to fight it and give all my energy to it,

I used to deny the power it had over me.

The pain only worsened, the thoughts only grew,

Until one day I realized I can't fight with the moon.

Some nights we dance and we laugh and we cry,

Some nights it's like a dream that I wish would come soon.

 

Tonight is a night where sleep will not come,

Where I have accepted that the moon has won.

The pain rushes from my head to my heart,

Like a knife, piercing through my spine.

 

The moon is not evil, it means no harm.

It does not hate me.

It lights up the dark.

But tonight I do not sleep,

Because of the moonlight through my window.

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you

I got a deep blue sense

of romance

i tried to linger lazy

but my soul she wants to dance

you crossed my way

we got a change

to join this deep blue sense of dance

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Pen A Tin Cherry

Have you slipped a cog? 

Do your gears grind? 
Are you not right?
Are you not firing on all cylinders?
Has your Goat been Gotten?
  Was the Sacrificial Lamb of Imagination
on sale for 50 cents a pound that day?
  Was Clarity of Mind picked clean
by the time you reached the rummage
sale of Purpose?
  Has your Train of Thought de-railed
and went over the edge 
hitting every branch of Broken Reason 
on the way down,
only to sink to the Ocean Floor of
un-productivity?
  Did you then make every attempt 
to rebuild that train
with the rusty tools of Mediocrity, 
only to realize what you re-assembled was
the equivalent of stanzas of Mechanical Gibberish?
  Have you stubbed brain-toe
on the wooden leg of the chair of Profound Vision, 
only to visualize foot-in-mouth does not taste 
anywhere as bad as it sounds?
  Have you ever been diagnosed with 
Incontinence of the Mind, which is only any fun
if you've already been diagnosed with 
Diarrhea  of the Mouth? 
Have you been caught forging Checks
of Inspiration and found guilty 
in the Court of Flaw, and sentenced to 
serve time in the Penitentiary  of 
Useless Contemplation? 
Locked away
Bars barricading a 
bleak ramshackle brain.
Prisoner of mind.
Starving.Delerious.Naked.
  and then you hear the sound of a shofar 
A grand vision.
The city limits,
on the cellular level; 
an anthill.
Abandoning the colony 
for a crumb.
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A Fever

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Voodoo

Brilliant warm reds

caress the darkening sky

A fever pitch of

colored emotion

I am not at all

at peace

Pieces come un glu ed

with blue blurred

lines and a hopscotch

of memories


Spinning and spinning

Eyes upward, heart heartward, feet floating

 

I can swim but sometimes drowning scares

the hell out of me

Inside. I stay there often; too often.

Too often, time is reduced to

tentative and fleeting moments.

Brilliant warm reds

caress the darkening sky

A fevered pitch of

colored emotion

I am not at all at peace

Pieces come un glu ed

Though, sometimes-

the glow of sunshine

defrosts my thoughts

and devastates my

structured palace

The walls, they tumble down

And, in the span of two small breaths

I step outside

to not just watch

but to become.

Two small breaths

-Laughter

Two small breaths

-Joy

Two small breaths

-Surrender

Two small breaths

-Drowning


Spinning and spinning

Eyes upward, heart heaving, feet frantic

 

The heavy drum of heartache

beats beats beats

I can swim

but only

if I stay inside

Only, inside.

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Dream Maze

The first time he realized that he’d

just awoken from one dream into another,

he was somewhat shocked, almost

flabbergasted at the thought.

When it happened again much of

the enthusiasm remained but not all.

Then, the third time he was rather

frustrated that he’d dreamed a whole

day, but awoke to the rising sun once more.

The fourth time really was a long day,

because he did not know if he was still

dreaming, or if he was actually awake

and so the whole day he kept thinking

He’d blink and awake yet another time.

The fourth did turn out to be the final layer

of his dream maze, and he was thankful.

He’d nearly become lost in his own mind,

and he did not wish to venture back.

Then again, who's to say he isn't lost in there still?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dream within a dream is very disorienting, especially if there are more than one.

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