Short Spinning Your Wheels Poems

So tired of spinning my wheels,
I just can't wait to get into my heels
Hours of fun and mingling
Gives me a warm sensation, 
almost tingling.

All these people
Single place
One time
For us,
It's a sign
It's divine
We're happy
You're mine...

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Be smart...
  stop trying to act smart

Be alive...
  stop talking about life

Make a decision...
  stop fearing the possible outcomes

Pick a direction...
  —stop spinning your wheels in space

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)...

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I wander away from myself.
In slivers and slips
Bits and pieces.
Tiny fragments,
diamond shaped,
in shards.

Slowly at first, 
then in earnest,
Faster and faster.

Spinning my wheels
Running toward nothingness
Throwing myself on the edge of train tracks
Waiting for the train that never comes

Wondering at the ridiculousness 
of thoughts I do not claim as my own...

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Her Insanity



Strait jacket with chains in shackles.
Her mind is waked then they drugged her until she hackled.
Emotionally gone she is still standing strong, 
leaning on baby blue walls on suicide watch.   

Her mind had been spinning through wheels. 
The heart has been cremated to dust through her gills. 
No more feelings for her needs. 
All she has is insanity.....

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Submit
Begin
Start
0
Nothing 
Zero
2nd Rule
360 Degrees 
Full
Circle
Inertia 
Entropy 
Back
End
Zero
Nothing
0
Complete 
Time is the clock of life
On Gods writs
Even 
God himself can not Stop
For When the last Star Pops
Lucky for us living
We will not live to see it
Or even have to worry about it
We have our own Circles 
To complete 
Spinning our Wheels 
Back to our Future...

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I’m blown away by my ability to feel
It rattles my core.  It’s raw and real
But then there are days, without even trying
I’m numb on the inside.  My empathy, dying
Often times, I’m clever, unparalleled wit
Then others, I’m blank, I simply forget
Unwillingly, it seems, I omit basic skills
Left sweating and fretting and spinning my wheels
I’m up or down.  Either proud or ashamed
One day to the next, I’m never the same...

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determinedly traveling around and around
traveling in a circular motion
doing the same thing daily
enjoying nothing

spinning her wheels
loudly so others can admire
no one does

Using so much energy
showing it proudly
accomplishing nothing new

stuck in a rut, that cycles like a turntable
no one suggests any more
she is determined

traveling no where
seeing the same results
never jumping off her unproductive cycle....

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For far too long 
I had allowed myself
to be scorched 
by constant heartbreaks
and broken dreams 
through the flames of the enemy
constantly spinning my wheels
and seeking my security and self worth
from empty vessels who cannot
provide me with the water and fire
I need to sustain my eternal
health and soul
all the did was drain my energy away
until my soul is cremated 
into a heap of ash
as black as a wreath 
at a funeral procession...

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Saint Jude himself couldn't stop
the spinning chariot wheels
of all my lost causes,
but I have this self-help book
that I keep at my elbow;
one day I'll read it.

Occasionally I take a trip
in a metaphysical fishing ship
with fellow deckhands.
Naturally the talk turns to purpose,
the art of being rescued,
and charging through icebergs. 

None of my crew 
has a clue, 
or even know how to fish,
but we all have this passion
for drowning....

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