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THINKING

If to think is to kill a thought
and to sigh is to revive it.
Then why even try it?
I'd deny thinking, if it ment I'd spare a thought.
Perhaps this is all too much for you, my dear.
far too much to take in, I fear.

THOUGHTLESS
Nothing comes to mind when you think.
There's nothing there on the brink.
It seems to have went all down the sink.
When ask a question you can only stare and blink.
You are thoughtless with nothing to think.

UNKNOWN.

Fastly falling
Far and deep
straying people
in their sleep

Our words easily forgotten
Unlike clothes that a warrior had fought in
soaring
falling
digging
drowning

Seeping into
The dark abysse
we call
Life
Slowly falling like sand through the hour glass

We may feel like nothing
like a drop in the ocean
like dust in the wind

We are
Unkown

All I want is you love. i love you so much it hurt. when i think about you i cant breath, because you are my air breath. i feel lose with you. if i have go to hell and back just to be with you just for one day i will because i know God understands how much i love you.i love so much i will die for you. you are my oxygen if i cant breath, so how can breath with you. you my eyes if cant see. i will tell the world how much i love you. people will know how i care you, i am incomplete with you beside. i love you girl.

Ok, so this is an outline for a poem. I'll be replacing lines with more filled out sentences and nicer words. I was wondering if anyone would immediately like to offer advice on sentence changes, or poetic direction specifically?The poem's story is about a boy who is told bad news by a dr. and he has to go through all this terrible treatment just to buy some time.

The air is mild and dry
The rooms neatly organized
clean and familiar
A boring, common decor
He'd probably call it
death's summerhouse
If his mind wasn't already at war
With his hands clenched tightly
The man in white sat him down
and spoke words that
almost brought him to the ground
To which he barely reacted
" You do Understand?" the man
in white asked
" Yes, terminal." He responded
without hesitation
The proding and pain starts
As the final leaf caresses the dirt
the time has come to extend
his time on earth
A bright light blinds him
No time to sink it all in
Countless hours of illness
sickness and pain
He is left with the same thought
repeating in his head
Do I die because I was born, or was I born to die?

Hello everyone.....I happen to post 44 poems and they sound good in my head but your ideas n thoughts are important to know how worthy they are, afterall I am nothing without you.Be my guest and share what you feel.

The Finder

Be in quest of a place from the surroundings,
to seek the arcana of the Nature.
with whole heart seeped into.
as if shuttling between the numerous peals without time
till pure white lights lighting my mind,
flowing and coagulating then again
into a icy spherocrystal for me to savour.

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I am

I..
I am…
I am Eve
I am day
I am woman
God made me this way

I..
I am…
I am rib
I am love
I am Adams’ dove
Adam’s love made me this way
Copyright Linda Neill

Lament¹ of loom²
I am not saying a word
name me silent
I feel violent
tears are my sword.
I smile as I try to
bury the pain
hard emptiness
my gain.
I will refrain
from sadness
so I reach high to
be in blossom and bloom
to bury the lament of loom.

Chorus:
Don’t try to understand my longing
a lament of loom
it is a mocking bird’s song
but I will continue going
knowing it will become a joyful song
¹Lament- mourn; cry for; ²Loom - appear

GOVERMENT SLAVE

Torn and empty but struggle on
Captive in a world that I don't belong
Years of frustration, thoughts turned ill
When I fell victim to the gates of steel
Exhausted hope, diverse cries
Being observed by disrupted eyes
Tears are flowing forming streams
The toughest men broke down in screams
Walls stained with terror and sorrow
Invaded by fear that's hard to swallow
Violence brews, you can taste the tension
Blood will spill without a mention
I solely lay and reminisce
On little things I never thought I'll miss
Like running round in a open space
To feel the breeze against my face
To see the moon and starry skies
The dawning sun as it begins to rise
I bless the day I walked out that gate
For some this place will be there fate
My tormented mind has been engraved
With scars from being a government slave
nic hillen