Best My Head Is Spinning Poems

The Dark Side of October

Late October moon is waking, through this cemetery shaking,
shaking as the cold wind breaking, walking ‘neath an old oak tree.
Stones like sentries undertaking, guarding graves as hearts are aching,
aching for the still ones staking, such an eerie sight to see –
dark...

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I look in the mirror and guess what I see
My green eyes staring back at me
No longer sparkling and full of life
Full of tears from my worry and strife

I long for the days when the tears will stop
But now it’s a constant drip drip drip...

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THE DITCH BECAME ABYSS: 
Collaboration with Tim Smith

When I was here
All the music sang lalala
I only saw your eyes

When you were here
All the words read you you you
and all made sense

When we were here
In a different life, the river flowed
rippling love around us

Now without a...

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What a beautiful, romantic day
Most wonderful day of my life
I soak up the sun, every ray
We're going to be husband and wife
The wedding cake's beautiful but where's the knife?
And where's my dad? He should be here
To give me away, oh my, oh dear!

Oh my God!...

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My hands are cold,
lips blue.
Baby there's nothing you can do.
My head is spinning,
blood dripping.
When will I see you again?
Bright lights,
people shouting.
Honey tell them I'm trying to sleep.
Loud crying,
people dying.
Baby please don't let it happen to me.
White light,
Last breath.
People screaming,
Flames beaming.
Ashley you're up next....

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Tick tock 
The clock is ticking
And the world is moving
Can you imagine
How fast can the time be
today

Tick tock
My head is ringing
And my problems is stopping
But my ending
Is just a beginning
Today

Tick tock
I am waiting for tomorrow
Unsure of awaiting sorrow
This time I had borrow
Will never return to...

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Hic, oh my! hic  am drunk again,
My head is spinning with pain.
T-was the demon drink
Caught me on the blink.
Somehow ended up in Spain.

12/30/2014 

contest  A Quintain Christmas

phrase Happy New Year...

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Numbers hike off of the page 
to venture around the walls.
I'm not day dreaming
Im trying to find the answer on the wall
(like any teacher is going to beleive that)
I had the answer. I swear!

Who hired the devil to put letters in math?
And then add fraction...

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~Dedication To All My Poetry Friends~

My head is spinning my ears are ringing my system is living 
my singing don't know why I felt like writing with no books 
just words to explain my remarkable intentions after meeting
all of you through our poetry. 

Although I...

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~The Empty Ocean~

She drowned in an empty ocean because she wasn't prepared 
to reveal the truth about some events that occurred during those
very sad moments of truth,her brother that she hadn't seen for
30 years, just disappeared in three weeks, ceaseless,died alone.

She drowned in an empty...

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My head is spinning   drowning in purple passion   perhaps I can fly…


2/24/16...

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Help me daddy

The child cried out

“I’ve lost my way

She does shout



Help me daddy

I can’t see

Where are you daddy

Please come to me



Help me daddy

I can’t hear

I know you speak

Why aren’t you near



Help me daddy

 I’m sinking fast

Muddy quick sand

Is my cast



Help me daddy

My head is spinning

Oh’...

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Tears are screaming..
Soul is bleeding..
Life is shredding..
Body is falling..
As this dark is yelling at me..
As this wind is roaring in my ears..
As this sky is wavering on my head..
As this sand is intruding my feet..
As clouds are crying..
As wounds are shedding blood..
As scars are weeping..
As...

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If this is another melody
A song of the sad and blue
It'd do no good to feel sympathy
The same really goes for you
My head is spinning softly
With words I can't comprehend
Thoughts I don't recommend
Memories I'd love to lend
My hands are moving swiftly
I just want the song...

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I had a mother once, twice, a third would be too much.
A sickly mother with her hands all shriveled, and feet cold.
The fingers were long and the wrists were swollen.
The nails on her, hmmm, not sure.  But they were there.
Oh, the layers, after layers,...

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