Short Bottling Poems

Inside my chest is
a cracked cork bottling my
soul from leaving me


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Busy…Buzzing…Bumble Bee
Busy Buzzing Bottling Honey
Jumbo Bundled Bumble Bee
With Bold-Brown Buttoned Bottoms 
And Billowy Belted Blemished Top
All well-suited for yet another
Busy-Busy Beautifully-Buzzing
Kind of Day
Bottling Golden Malted Honey
For the Bubble-Blowing Honey-Bee…•
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A million plus blue bottles
washed up upon a shore

Each and every one with still
a sting in it's tentacles

And gasping for air

And along for the ride rode
a single blue bottle with a
message inside

Forewarning of the danger of
bottling thing's up

For fear of being told by other's
 to shut up...

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It rips open a hole in the spirit
Then opens another in the wall
Shaking and sweating
Waiting for it's moment
Time has come and it begins
Held back for too long
No longer a smiling face
No more bottling it
The beast that it is
Shattering your patience
Spitting from a forked tongue
It will go away again
After having a little fun
Damage that won't be undone
 9/9/2018
Sponsor-Brenda Chi...

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There was never enough time with you,
so I decided to go back to 1970 
and bottle up moments 
that brought us laughter
and tears

proud moments, happy moments,
moments of togetherness 
we shared in secret, when your hands touched.

excited moments, thrilling moments,
moments that no one else could understand
moments that could not ever be explained.

the moments that belong to only us...

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I'm waiting for her,
Coz she is magic,
I'm bottling up all my love,
To shower on her one day,

I'm waiting for her,
I didn't give up,
I'm collecting all the dreams,
That we are gonna live one day,

I'm waiting for her,
Coz she's worth it,
She is the woman of my life,
And I'm waiting to be her's one day,

I'm waiting for her,
Didn't stop loving her,
Just stopped telling her,
And this is for her....

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Inner rage at boiling point,
Fighting emotions, losing sight
Wanting to let go, dreading I might,
Bottling it up before it’s flight

Roaring and twisting, my tormented soul
Mind fighting reason, giving a goal.
Suffer in silence, or fight and lose all?
Sanity clawing, grasping the wall.

Too easy to kill, harder to drown
Inner most being, must think I’m a clown

My pain is my own
My mind it’s home
Here to stay
Don’t leave I pray
Don’t leave I pray
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Why do we pretend to care?
What's the point in trying to keep a false peace?
A fake of what my true feelings on the matter are. 
Never to be shown, lest the pain uproot the remaining sanity.

Bottling your feelings is better than letting them spray about. 
Soaking the walls of social circles and causing a scene. 
Satisfaction granted that I cannot give.
I cannot continue to bleed for the cause. 
The lightheaded feeling from loss of the blood is repressing my ability to think clearly....

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