I Think Poems - Poems about I Think

I think I'm getting better I think she noticed me I think I'm finally feeling I think I'm finally free I think of the damnation I think she's saved me from I think she fixed my soul I think that she's the one I think all this is true I know deep down it's not I think I'm doomed, you see I feel not but distraught....

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Those greyed pink strands That trickle with a crackle As neurons motor there their weigh That Brian that named itself I gave the voices in my head their own costumes Some synapses may have snap …………………………..………p …………………………………..e …………………………………..d Some people don’t have an inner voice I think I got their share Some just grunt Not the day to ask how I am Some whisper tirades of alarms Some plot...

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Cogito, ergo sum I think, therefore I am Rene Descartes I don’t think~ therefore I am not! Non puto, non sum Oliver Mckeithan...

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Our words hushed within the requiem of dusk Within sorrowful nights come wistful days And o'er the saints and their haunting gaze A shade, one more A day foretold My heart at peace, at tender brow What's dark and bright Comes day and night The morning dew mellows At the barron's implore. ...

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Headlight humanity; The cherry-red brake lights, Becoming florid totality with the things your eyes do to them. You...

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i cannot hide that i still think of you a short romance you felt, but did not understand you tell everyone what you never told me ignoring what you did hearing what you said in those desperate attempts to wrap it all up into words you trapped us writing it off as confusion forcing a conclusion but I know it was there ...

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Here's an update---my home care worker was able to use--$14.25 at Safeway. But they notified me that I still had a five dollar balance and I ordered two three dollar cans of sardines and paid the $1.37 balance on my debit card. I had to wait while cause there were a lot of people on their phones calling in...

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The older I get, the more I forget the names of colors. Would you call this paint amber, burnt ochre, or clay? Would it were the same with all of my dolors. But age hasn’t washed any of my dolors away. I finally saw hills as old as me, and it was such a pitiful sight to see, with many a...

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I think, there are ghosts. They stay quiet, the ghosts do. Mostly quiet and invisible. You would hardly know there is one there in the room with you. They are there though. Watching, haunting really to think they linger on, just to be voyeurs. I don’t feel like I’m being watched though. They don’t even have...

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"With every fiber of my being, my eyes glimpse at my whole life gone avail and unjust; the sacrifice mother had made before birth was certainly not enough, wish I had gone through the flames of North Carolina, my lips stretch and plaster a smile as a ritual to deceive the humans to deceive them...

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Heh, I think I’m dying.. But that’s ok! I always bounce back. “No, not this time.” But.. I’m supposed to save people, and care for them! That’s my job!.. “Now your job is to be dead.” Oh no.. No, I can do this! I can.. “Really?” I mean..I hope so! “Then you can.” Really? “Just kidding!” “You are not a hero, Eli.” But..I try to be.. “You are nothing but a kid.” “You are not...

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I think I write so avidly, Aggressively cutting the paper with words, Because I hope to create a spark With my force of passion And I dream that it will become bright enough That my own poems will form the lantern That submits my darkness to light....

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Poor me It’s plain to see My poetry’s flat flat as can be I think I’ll go awol a bit after nightfall Silence my critics ~ ...

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A place with real healthy green grass, trees, and flowers variety of wild life free range; all things appreciated A place with clean air, water, soil and organic foods eco-system that thrives with smidgen human interferences A place where food grows abundantly; hording unnecessary healthy selections every destination; no refrigeration needed A place where trees are loved, enjoyed, sang to...

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I'm just an innocent kid, who always got straight A's. I didn't mean it, what I did. I'll go to jail one day. I think I killed Grandma. We went riding on a sleigh, made a gingerbread city, and danced the Nutcracker ballet. What a dreadful pity - I think I killed Grandma. They'll know my identity; with one day to play it cool, I'll finish my...

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