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A gaggle of Mad Scientists
Shrunk me down in size
Placed me in a tiny syringe
Injected me into a woman's mind
They gave me special instructions
While there to look around
Report back to them immediately
All the mystery's to be found
I entered into this giant room
Dozens of doors surrounding the sides
I believe to be the main control center
I am a man in a woman's mind
(Wait a minute...that doesn't sound right)
I skip the rooms RESENTMENT, JEALOUSY,and GOSSIP
No need to open those
I've seen what they can do to a person
Best to keep them locked and forever closed
I come to the door labeled SEX
Being a man I try the knob first
Of course it's locked so I knocked and knocked
Go figure, there was no answer...
Before I realized what I was doing
I opened the door labeled NAGGING
All my ears hear is Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah
What in the world was I even thinking
I may be crazy but I ain't stupid
I also pass by the door I'M UGLY, I'M FAT
Why can't women see what the rest of us see
The inner beauty that they all seem to have
Right next door is the room that holds her feelings
I've never been so scared in my life
I do this in the name of science
And for the better of all mankind
As soon as the door swings open
I immediately break down and cry
I've got all of these mixed emotions
And I don't even really know why
I'm not sure if science was ready for this
As I climb out the ear canal blocked by a phone
Not much that a man can do in there
Best to leave well enough alone...
Pills and potions instrumental by Nicki Minaj
Mixed emotions
They feel like the ocean
The waves come and I run from them
(Repeat 1x)
I still run I still run I still run
I still run
(Repeat 1x)
These feelings that I keep having
Be having me feeling like I'm dragging
I be trying to put the past behind
Pat my self on the back I'm doing just fine
Life sometimes feel like a nursery rhyme
I can still hear it time after time
Then I remember this voice in my head
That said
There is more to you than what people see
And have you heard of jealousy
They get bent out of shape for me being me
But I am one of a kind
Will forever be on someone mind
Mixed emotions
They feel like the ocean
The waves come and I run from them
(Repeat 1x)
I still run I still run I still run
I still run
(Repeat 1x)
People in life
Can be so judgemental
Do the math
See the differential
Love to see you down
Hate to see you up
Comfortability
Will get you stuck
Got to dig your way out
Out the mud we Know what that's about
We cut from different cloths
We can always be a boss
But it come with determination
No matter what you facing
There will be some fakes
That will clap
And in reality treat you like crap
So what do we do
Take the lense see the view
Realize the real from the fake
Gourmet meals on my plate
Filet mignon and the steak
Come here lets share
Real ones will always be there
Mixed emotions
They feel like the ocean
The waves come and I run from them
(Repeat 1x)
I still run I still run I still run
I still run
(Repeat 1x)
Hook
Emotions running through me
No longer care
How people view me
And I start to run
Touch the moon and the sun
I still run I still run I still run
I still run
(Repeat 1x)
Written by : Concetta Hardnett
02/08/2022
As we visited our youngest grandson in his first year of college…a college close to the ocean…I must admit…the two of us…were filled with mixed emotions.
Our minds were happy seeing he’s grown into a fine young man…more confident and stronger…while our hearts were a little more melancholy…wishing he had remained a child just a little longer.
It’s a mix of emotions I imagine all parents and grandparents feel as each moment slips into the past…proud at who our children and grandchildren are becoming…while wishing time wouldn’t move so fast.
As he showed us around his campus…his dorm…our minds flipped from today back to when he was a child…years ago…and both of us felt blessed to have been around to watch him grow.
When our visit was over…after we hugged…as he walked away…he turned and waved goodbye…and I held onto Deborah’s hand as she began to cry.
Those mixed emotions bubbling up again…sad at how fast the time is going….
but as we watched him walk away….proud at how much he’s growing.
WARNING: THIS IS PG-14 NO KIDS ALLOWED PLEASE
While he's showing his devotion
Your expressing mixed emotions
As he gently lays your head
On a soft but scary bed
That you've slept on many times
But now it is hard to find
The comfort that it always brings
As these new formed feelings
Start to weaken your defenses
As he takes your hand and clenches
Shaky fingers inside his
Softly giving you a kiss
And whispers it will be alright
As carefully through the nite
Your bodies start to contour
Into one as you mature
With a look of dedication
He slowly starts his penetration
And while he's going in and out
You both know without a doubt
The reason you act nervously
Is losing your virginity
That made you feel sweet and young
But now you have just begun
A roller coaster of sensation
Ending with a big elation
While shining down from up above
To light up this special love
The stars bright illumination
Is a calming inspiration
That puts you in a calming mood
As you hold each other nude
Knowing that you both have grown
With the love that you have shown
Fear heard the phone ringing, and negative thoughts raced through his restless mind. Uncertain what might be at the end of the phone line, Fear refused to
pick up the phone. "Perhaps I will be asked to do something different and difficult", Fear thought to himself. Thousand of "what ifs" and "I doubt its"
forced Fear to freeze, as he said to himself, "I can't".
Faith has five senses like all the rest, but Faith refuses to allow them to be locked in a box. Faith heard the same ringing, and raced to the phone, anticipating myriads of opportunities. Faith sees the same dark tunnels as do others; Faith has the same information and hears the same scary sounds; but even with mixed emotions, Faith keeps on walking because he believes that "He can."
Faith was never a lunatic or fanatic, but he realized that a mile always begins with the first step. Faith recalls that Peter never failed to walk on the water;
only that his walk was a condensed version.
09072017 PS, Contest, A Definition of Faith, Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer, POTD
Form: Didactic; Contest: Enter Your Own Competition; Theme: Faith; Criterion: Be true to form; 1P
I've got to get ahold of these feeling's that I feel,
but it's hard to do because they are very real.
Mixed emotions twirling deep down in my heart,
the thought's that cloud my mind, keeps me from doing my part.
It seems as though the people I attract you see,
only come around when they need, and only use's me.
My heart is so broken that I can't even cry,
Is this all that I am to them, I ask myself why.
I have a heart made of pure gold, which they can not see,
I give them my all, to the point there is nothing left of me.
My heart aches truly for them, because they are blind I know,
so onward with them, as their helping hand I go.
Life is a two way road that we all must share,
I carry the cross's of things that's not mine to bare.
I'm not a quitter, so I press on, day after day, time after time I go,
the real me, to them I do my best to openly show.
Used and abused my heart cries from deep within,
over and over used and abused again.
Let this be known to those who do other's this very same way,
some where down the road, these tolls you will have to pay.
So I must stay focused on the task that's at hand,
for my house is not built upon the sand.
Whomsoever reads this and feel's the way that I do,
press on, be humble and God will see you through.
Though times seem harsh and people seem so cruel,
remember, Gods Holy Spirit is our greatest tool.
Keep on keeping on keeping God alive in your heart I say,
Know this, for you each day earnestly I get on my knee's and pray.
You can do it, Trust and believe in yourself, no matter what it may see,
And know that we're not blind, the truth is what we are to be!
Being in a state of mixed emotions is always a job for the educated and lonely
Each time I heard her voice in writing or in voice, my attention was for her
Sometimes a state of silence is needed and at other times the when the Virgo (I) become silent then it is a different feeling
We feel more than others when it comes to the pain our family feels
No matter how long we remain quiet from one another , the feeling is still the same
Education has led us to see the truth before a person speaks
Sometimes those with no neurons or clear neurological pathways will see us as a stone
Whether it is the one refused or the one being used to prop their cart of bull, no more we say
Our title is deserved for us and our eternal mate
Loneliness is a cloud that rains and calms the heat of the earth (and the mind)
In a coffee shop, while pontificating life and legacy we meet the person in the rain
They have gone through much as us
Two souls joined in sorrow become stronger in happiness
YWHW has brought them together and out of limbo for the chance to walk into paradise together as male and female, he created them!
Peace be upon all that need assurance in knowing that they are important
Never lose hope as it chases You as a phantom in the future.
The paths will cross
There goes my heart.
Once sealed now open like the mouth of a volcano.
My souls’ strings pulled out from their place of refuge.
My soul thriving to breathe from your mere presence.
My hand exploring every fore of your delicate body.
My hands aching, yet trying not to touch the hollow of your strong neck.
I’m short of breath; I don’t know what it is.
Could it be the fear of letting my heart loose?
Or it’s the sweet smell of your hair, the feeling of your skin next to mine.
There goes my heart.
The edges of my mouth curve…into a smile; a smile of bitter sweet defeat.
I can’t fight it; my heart is a mask of intense emotions.
I trace the edges of your lips; I just have to engrave the feeling in my soul.
My mind is at ease, the air around me silent yet so soothing.
I’m scared.
I don’t want this moment to pass, I’m so intent.
I don’t want to miss a sigh from the depth of your soul.
There goes my heart.
I try to keep a lock on it.
But I dare myself; I have to win this race.
Although it’s reaching its futile end.
It’s almost over.
I’m speechless.
I don’t understand it, I don’t want to.
Why could something so beautiful come to end?
I don’t care either way.
Those once pure moments will be gone.
I don’t mind.
There goes my heart.
I think…"let it go”.
I look into his eyes; they are a pool of mixed emotions.
But we both know it’s for the best.
I trace every bit of his face; kiss his eyes, his nose… I have to remember it.
I love him, I know.
I look into his eyes again, smile and slowly drift to sleep; thinking.
There goes my heart.
I don’t mind anymore.
It wouldn’t make a difference either way.
I know it will be safe, it will soar above clouds.
Enjoy the last moments of pure bliss.
And then come back to me in one piece.
It’s in good hands, I know.
There goes my heart.
(C) Herzel Poshiwa
Posting this first poem for me was quite nerve wrecking because it was one of the first poems I had ever written.
A couple of days ago, as I reflected upon
The Supreme Court's Roe Vs. Wade decision,
I was brought to tears and mixed emotions.
There was a mixture of both gratitude and sadness.
Grateful that the end of a very complex era had entered
a new chapter because, in my view, a major correction
was made. That was a cause for rejoicing, but from deep
inside the portals of my heart and soul came a painful cry
of sorrow for 60 million babies who never saw the light of day.
There is much that could be said, but that is not what this is about.
These lines point no fingers of blame nor look for any to praise.
These lines are about the two to three second emotional outburst
of sadness that I felt a few days ago when I was alone. Only God
saw, felt, and recorded what I felt. May we never forget those babies.
070122PS
Along time linear, memories blur
The ones recalled by mind, are those that bind
Mixed emotions stir, of which some endure
As we rewind time, life has left behind
Fleeting is youth prime, headed for deaths chime
Boon now bane, until desires to rest lain
Yet untouched by time, is bliss throb sublime
Free from ego borne stain, once darkness slain
Time in dalliance with our sentience
Holding its breath, in the void of stillness
Let then our dance, be in exuberance
Entwining our soul, with the That oneness
Bliss throbs within spear, as Gods love draws near
Movement of time itself, then disappears
24-May-2021
Time poetry contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke