Interior Poems - Poems about Interior

Standing on my head looking up at the trees and the sparkling sky When it’s dark I don’t see the ship float by nor the tsunami sea Upside-down women on either side of cotton candy eventide When the light’s bright palms and ferns come to life tickling my soles and I am able to rearrange the houseplants with my toes How much harder it is to apprehend the tossed high...

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Since childhood, as alexithymia struck my soul. I kept all my hopes a secret, hidden in a bucket of unshared dreams. I kept my soul sweet like marshmallows, but life has finally caught up with me, Like a fast car overtaking recklessly, leaving me behind in the slow lane - and I'm running out of fuel. I'm a vehicle of flashbacks from flashlights, fatigued from...

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On the inside of the doohickey is the cogwheel thingamajig. And that thingamajig keeps the thingy working well. It turns and cranks and circles around and round like the second hand on an analog face clock. On the inside of the workspace office are the people that run the show, and even if they have the most expensive of mechanisms will be a...

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In the opaque night of agony across the extant landscape I take the ordained journey forsaken, the track out of travail through the illusive time I lose in the tortuous dismal tangle of torment. Introspection unshackles me out of the abyss of despair for the inward travel through the layers of consciousness, where the soul perceives the...

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There are no cogs, springs, wheels, or gears inside of me. I'm a flawed human whose mind and heart often disagree. I don't have parts, interior mechanisms like those inside a clock. but if my heart makes a decision, my mind puts up a roadblock. There's no symbiosis between them, nor a willingness to agree. Each day is a struggle...

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"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe," ... Carl Sagan Subtle crafts soundly, using euphemisms, yet cluelessness dealt a sheltered abyss. When one confront internal mechanisms, whatchamacallit ... orphaned hit-or-miss. A conundrum conspires an endowed soul, behooves postmortem liken achievement. Where'er wits helix baptism, buried hole, an urchin crawlspace, be I foundling sent. Newborn bid...

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O canc'rous creature enmeshed within me, Thou art first - yes, the worst - capital fault. You won't work in shadows - others must see, Yet you hide in plain sight while you assault - The crystalline castle you seek to break; Any light that's not yours is blasphemy! Collect ugly sins ne'er claiming them fake. But they're part of your twisted...

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If your motives are ulterior, Then, hatch them in The Interior Where the Blame-Worthy is senior And the Praise-Worthy junior; But your gain: Satan’s hysteria, In hospitals Fresh Diphtheria, The Ulterior makes The Inferior Hardly, The Ulterior superior: The by-nature meant for the rear, Coastal regions and ones by a ria Welcoming Sacrifice to Fear… If your motives aren’t The Ulterior, Yourself produce at...

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At rock-bottom is my self-image I dejectedly walk on life-road My own self I often disparage And so carry mentally a heavy load I try to build up enough courage But I am unable to find a mode Deep regrets, my thoughts keep Steep agony in life I ever reap Peep into my mind to know I weep Why is gloom in my custody Known...

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Interior Preparação interior é tudo; para tudo – do negócio ao amor; está no seu interior a única bússola verdadeira. Acima de tudo, escute a bússola de seu coração, tudo o que você precisa PARA TUDO, tudo mesmo está dentro de você a força para fazer mais e mais. Consultora....

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THE ART OF PATIENT WAITING The art of waiting only comes eventually After days to decades of practical practice Staying in limbo, whether still or pacing: As looking down the line of tracks for An awaited train; as in a stretched-neck Waiting to merge into traffic; like gauging the run Of a line by counting the number of people Ahead; and...

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MANIC DEPRESSION There is a well of blackened brine, That knows no dell of air or sunshine, A volatile fire, it consumes the heart, The mind, the spirit, it rends apart. And when the hell spawn is loosened in the night, Beneath the mad moon, bereft of hope, and stripped of light, The long, corridor where candles...

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i recently realized i can love someone until i love myself i need to make one thing about me and put my heart on the high shelf as much as you make me happy i need to learn to love my body and i can’t keep making you my only single hobby everything about you consumes me, you...

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The interior landscape Here in the landscape of bushes and crippled trees silence speaks of the final peace. Grotesque dead trees with grey boughs stretching upward appealing to a fairytale God: “Give us today a new life.” There is only one god with many names you can`t trust him to hear your whisper in the wind. Those who do not understand this...

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INTERIOR SPRING spring carpet in teal chirping of tea pot ~ sipping fresh air...

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