wait for it..
wait for it..
*tear*
inside the soul of a
weak little girl,
butterflies rip and tear
inside the heart of a
sad sobbing mess,
the worry releases a tear
inside the mind of a
nervous scared friend,
thoughts overflow and logic is seared
by the concern,
by the emotion,
by the hope,
by the uncertainty,
by the past, present
and unrelentling future.
Shivers run down the body.
Worry shuts down the mind.
and the butterflies keep
tearing,
ripping,
cutting,
yet all the while flying.
let it go..
let it go..
*tear*
Author notes
random, messed up, compilation of thoughts... sometimes feelings can be so ridiculous... and how is your mind supposed to keep time? feelings win every race ever run.. the mind is too cautious to sprint wildly. and even though feelings run fast, they only run circles because rarely do they ever get you any where! it's like NASCAR! the pace car represents...? THE MIND.. trying to sort out the trouble.. the rest of the cars represent.. can you guess? THE EMOTIONS.. even though it seems as if the emotions win win win. they always end up going no where. ha.. i just utilized simile. ha, the creative stuff is supposed to be in my poetry!
don't dig too deep
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razor wings cut me deep
my heart begins to bleed
all i want is to hear your voice
your touch is all i need
a little response poem i just came up with. it's gold.
nice metaphore, i like watching red necks drive in circles. wow, emotion. the opening was brilliant. wait for it
wait for it
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah screamed the teardrop as it plummited to its doom.
awesome poem
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thanks
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this poem is like all the nervousness i've ever felt in my life compiled in a poem.. the emotion parts of everything always confuse the logic of everything. Concern about friends, confusion about life as a whole, and all the other tough times people have been known to go through. shout out to everyone who has ever felt this way, like i know some of my friends, and myself, have. remember, push through.. there's always another window of light along the road, the tunnel, the winding confusion. and i just realized that the poem isn't supposed to make sense.. that's the whole idea... feelings have overcome any and all logic that could have existed. ha. after reading the first two comments, i figured i should add a little more to my analysis of my poem and of life. good luck in life everyone
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i like.
i'll call later.
that erotica poem wasn't about you.
Gunther and I got into a fight.
Its okay now. -
The poem was exactly what you said radom and a little all over the place however your authors note was wonderful. That should be the poem it is ovious you have talent
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