My Mind Poems - Poems about My Mind

Expectations brings about self deprecations, sometimes I wonder if the thoughts running through my head are my own or somebody else’s? The world lives in constant turmoil, waves crashing, tides swerving in and out from open- ended beaches, abysmal delays of the lighthouse directory, guided by supplemental shocks of lightening rays trajectory. I stand firmly in front of the baseless sandcastle, a fragile foundation of past voices from lurking shadows who slowly...

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In shadows deep where chaos grips my heart, A whispered cry is heard from the darkened cells A child once laughing beneath a sunlit sky, Now lost in the darkness of despair. Fear crawls like a serpent in the night, its scales revealing the demons I bear I drown in thoughts that bind me to...

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Guess I'm soul searching she's on my mind with a heart that is hurting must have been blind I wander these streets where we walked together but places we'd meet are now stranger than ever I think of those days gone by and can't help but wonder why I'm tossing and turning time on my hands with a heart that is burning...

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Throbbing, concave marks adorn my skin—records of your hunger, sated only by the meat of my body. Though the pain is sweet—craved, fulfilling—and my blood rushes to provide you with drink, my head—detached, neglected—wanders. Tell me, if the flesh fell away like tender rib meat off of the bone— would you still ache to sink your teeth into the me that remained?...

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Her mind was beautiful Like wires At the back of those old TVs A riot of colors, ideas criss-crossing Bouncing off one another, melting, melding Beautiful like a rainbow. There was no straight connection To the relay of things, she said. And her face, her face! Varied more constantly than weather patterns Depending on what channel she was on What high! But it was her mind That...

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eyes closed child conjuring her unicorn AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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Saw you just a week ago Couldn’t bring myself to say hello Still, you’re on my mind I can’t forget the way you looked Hair light brown and eyes of blue Never even spoke with you You still linger on my mind I may not be in love with you But someday I sure hope...

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Flickering lights cast shadows on the crowd, Each chasing hopes that slip through their hands. Trains whistle past in endless circles, Rushing toward visions that never stay. I stand beneath a single blinking light, Waiting quietly as the crowd fades away. No need to follow fading tracks, No rush to catch a train that disappears. The platform empties, footsteps soften, Only my shadow remains,...

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(“Anagogical Moments Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil) In A World of Our Own Making Everywhere I look I see what I see Through a lens of my own making A composite fly-eye’s view Of everything I have ever seen, Heard, touched, felt and known A world of my own making in constant flux. Everything is thus a filtered projection To a kaleidoscopic mind And...

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Written December 19, 2024 Constantly find myself looking for a thrill Another day another week another year but still I might as well be right back where it all began Still looking in the stands for my biggest fan Nothing compares to the fever dream Yet I think I might be running out of steam At times I dream of the corner...

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Time's gone, religion's in decline, Why don't we care about this line? Used by tyrants, the poor consider it fate, Do they care about the poor's state? The night of darkness started soon, But still shining the brightest moon. Tyrants swimming in a pool, Poor watching, feeling cool Different religions, different rules. Poor confused, but they are fools. Horror dreams, horror thoughts, They are holding charity...

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What is it that goes into a poet's mind? Well, I'll tell you, its deep man, I mean it's really deep It's so deep that when we write we write deep The thoughts we think we think deep And yet, within in a split second- a *Spark- something switches Something ignites; thoughts burn our brains The cinders inside...

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A small bug walks just like a thief, It does not know pain, it does not know grief. It does not ask, “Why am I here?” It lives its life without a fear. The bug runs when the light is strong, But it forgets—it moves alone. It does not think of life or death, It only feels the light, the breath. But I...

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