Thoughts.. Poems - Poems about Thoughts..

Dare I show others, what it is I see? A path one may take, to set themselves free. The words that I speak, should give them a clue, Open a doorway for them to go through. By offering others an explanation. Each one can see their part of creation. I will share with them the thoughts of my soul, To them the...

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In the infinite cosmic silence, rivers of boundless thoughts flow, We lose ourselves in waves of illusions, calling forth the shadows of past time, We are but a dream floating on the eternal ocean of pure being, In the depths of the soul, there is no separation, only eternal flow, Everything is now and here, a dance of the...

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I think a lot in my head I wish I could just go to bed Blinded by thoughts and emotions The seas of thunder and errosion The crickets seep into the ears Blinded by the emotional tears My brain is exhausted and toasting My head spinning like it’s roasting These thoughts I can’t stop Accelerating to the...

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what's that? who's this? what am i doing? why am i here? i have so many questions about, well, everything. i'm expected to know so much but i feel like i don't know anything. the brain of a highschooler is an interesting one. i can list fact after fact about chemical bonds, the civil war, why the sky is blue... but i couldn't tell you my favorite food. my favorite...

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I like to think big thoughts, but when I tie my brain in knots, I eat a couple tater tots.   Who was best?  The Sultan of Swat? Maybe he was - maybe not. I'm not sure, but if you ask me, man, my money's on Ohtani from Japan. If you think my poems ain't good enough, consider that I know lots of stuff - like: there's...

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As I sat thinking the other day, A flow of thoughts brought these words to say. Some were fleeting, some longer lasting, Like the evening shadows the sun was casting. Quenching my thirst for knowledge to be known, Neither rightness nor wrongness had a need to be shown. Titles and labels were thrown to the floor, As aspects and insights began...

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In the wilderness of bewilderment, Sculpting different sorts of thoughts, Where intent fades, needing no interment, And truth exudes from all its rots. There lies the stark resolve for my future, A slender hope of life ahead, Bound together by a catgut suture, That time corrodes until it's shed. All kept away from prying eyes, Ever before my intent was conceived, Just to keep all...

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"And my thoughts are all sensations" And my sensations are all my thoughts. The sun controls the moon, and the moon controls me. She said she was a she/they/we, and we just laughed. Not her we, just us. And my thoughts are all sensations, we'll only ever be as smart as your sun. But the sun controls the moon, and the moon controls we. You've...

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In the depths of silence, when I gaze into the unseen mirror of my thoughts, I wonder what it truly means to contemplate one's own nakedness, is it the absence of something that should be, or just an illusion of the mind? Reality is merely a spectacle unfolding before my eyes. It is here, right now, in every breath...

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Haunches and Paunches It’s strange to say, but people who sit on their haunches develop fat paunches but, say, isn’t it usually the other way? Definition Procrastination is a synonym for pure laziness without, however, the indecision of the former. Unhappy Do you wake up every day bereaved in sorrow, because yesterday passed away and today will tomorrow? Truism In the matter of sexuality men prefer promiscuity to unguarded adultery: the first allows...

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In the depths of the evening, where thoughts flow like rivers of trembling light, the sky stretches its amber arms, embracing silence in cloaks of dreams, and my steps are echoes of falling stars, dancing on carpets of time, for to be deciphered means to scatter your essence into unknown winds. I prefer to be a floating illusion on...

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Under the starry sky, where thoughts float like incense smoke in the deep night, I feel the shiver of fear, like cold water flowing over my soul, deep and silent, I just wish to stretch time, to embrace the moment like a wave kissing the shore, I feel the shiver of fear, my dear, and I just want...

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My old jeans menacing. Gold jewelry too. I have to feel the weird belt around my waist. And the bracelet that appeared somehow. Socks drying off. Changing color too. Nothing is as blue as a T-shirt. That has a tragic stain. I have to eat taco soup. Just ground beef and broth. A horrible thing....

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Truth be told I knew what it was When it was pushed to the back of “that” draw That place where cucumbers of thought turn to mush They once held value, that thought, that cucumber Yet somehow slipped from the consciousness of concern There will be no “oh, poor baby” recollections No prodigal thought reunions No recognition of what they might have...

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