Best Grasping At Straws Poems

Look at me now on a downer 
  sinking in swamps of confusion, 
nothing adds up or seems to make sense 
  life...

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amidst the resistance
we chose to go the distance
heavy hearts out on the playing field of life
one day at a time and you will climb
at times...

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It’s like all air passage ways have sealed shut, and you’re gasping, reaching out blindly in search of a solution and, slowly, that little voice...

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The Haggis is an elusive wee beastie
with sweet tasting meat and two hearts
to defeat. To catch one and feast upon is
a well deserved treat.

Even the...

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I'm swept away
Carried in a stream of consciousness 
Pulled along connected and opposing thoughts
Concussed by revelations

Pulled beneath the current
To the depths of understanding
Rising to the...

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It really is a sweet device,
for we invoke it often as ally
or enemy--grasping at straws
to place it in its proper pigeon-hole
and thus to clarify intent.

And...

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The music played so loud 
drowning her thoughts 
her tainted face the only 
testament of her battle 

grasping at straws 
just to have something to...

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For a brief moment
I felt like you were mine
Everything I had ever dreamt of
Was finally within reach

The sensual feel of your lips
Enveloped in that warm,...

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A displaced soul drifts lackadaisically on a lukewarm tide
Of drugged confusion
Eyes blind and ears plugged with her own bewildered ramblings
She does not know where she...

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If only I could vote for you, crazy Donald of my youth, after watching tonight’s horror show of possibilities with no truth. Here comes Zero-gun...

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What kind of people are we?

Veterans sleeping and begging on the street
Children without enough food to eat
Elders unable to pay for the heat
What kind of...

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They’ve gone silent
These voices in my head,
For the first time
I don’t remember what they said
Did their words dry up?
Or did my ears decide to not...

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Do you think a person’s past, 
defines who they are today?
Or merely small chapters in life,
with choices to portray?
Can irrational behavior be excused, 
by a...

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I had control
I held it well
Upon my throne
You could never tell

That deep inside
My fate was sealed
I'm so afraid
Of the way I feel

Grasping for straws to...

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