Switching Poems - Poems about Switching

each room bright well lit I find myself switching off a light that’s not on it’s off it’s bright feast to the sight walls are textured white the moon looms when the brightness dims on shadowed limbs outside-in and inside-out and upside-down the lids close and darkness hearkens dreams and nightmares and in betweens til morning sits up in its time and frolics in my stead...

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I reached a point in life where I was so disillusioned, in my head there was nothing but chaos and confusion I had trunkloads of trouble piled up like rubble, and suitcases stuffed with so much sorrow, I couldn't see my way to tomorrow My emotional baggage was overflowing with bad news Shall we say I had issues? My luggage was filled to...

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Switch off the telly Calm the nerves in your belly Release the stress from your head Don't worry about what they said Accepting ourselves though there are things we lack To have a purpose and give something back To be accepting of others our sisters and brothers It's to share warmth and laughter, that's what we're all after Breathe in the fresh cut...

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You turn the light off I begin to bump into myself. God I am a strange shape in the dark - all that fat and sweat moving like eels, bones sticking out of my eyes, hair crawling this way and that. You turn the light back on; this time just a bedside lamp - a warm glow with a bit of red-eye. Damn I...

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Did you know You were the one Who always stirred up so much fun Fun for me and fun for you Oh so much fun, if only you knew But I am now dead to you That is what you wanted true So I now just wish that you knew How much fun that you blew When you decided no more me and you So...

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Hollow whore’s are they that trample over the innocent, Grabbing for power like only the unworthy would, Prostituting for perks because they’re willing to get ed, ......................So I used to believe, Back when I was a naive idealist, But life shows all sides of the coin, I have seen first hand and I have learnt, I have learnt that their empty victory’s...

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I lie in flip-flop half enlightened state, half asleep, half awake Betwixt shut eye and shuttered eye peeping out half open slit. Flipping and flopping not knowing which state is real, surreal or dream. Can I choose the better take? Can I choose the better outcome? Consciousness held suspended, reality blurred, bizarre and fuzzy. I don't want to wake up till...

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I walked down a road the other day and met a neighbor while she said "Hey," I watched her bend over to pet her dog "Rover"... what a darn lucky dog I must say!...

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My heart It does wonder Taking my brain's position...

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crawling from the box he lived in after finding the secret number in a smut rag available to all who seek it out on the street, he made his way to the seemingly abandoned building where after hitting the buzzer, he was instructed to give the password that had been allotted him on the phone prior & up the grungy...

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A soul can not be switched or replaced at all ...

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Titrate down till all the help is out of your system the thoughts come fast the pointless days silent nights the evil, sharp edges of sanity roll with it, as blades of suicidal ideation fill your waking hours wait, wait, wait the new one will come soon new medicine that will take the thoughts away, that will raise you from near dead daydreams and...

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around and around and around it all spins hitting the bottom without bottoming out just when I think it is done now for good up to the top it all bubbles again the effervescence with all of the fizz I thought was flat, left without the cap I guess it doesn't quite work out that way it still tickles my nose when...

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Leading without any direction, a train without tracks Advice I should really take myself, try more to relax Squeeze every second possible but not in such a hurry The worst thing to do is to be the center of my worry There are too many days I lived out to a bare minimum Not enough happened without any ways of...

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Tugging on my strings Pushing me to the brink of insanity With your endless taunts Your twisted mind games You know the power you hold over me Giving yourself a grandiose view Of your worth to me Assuming that my slavish devotion Means a desire for your heart For it is not amorous love that drives me It is my intense hatred For your suffocating...

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