Hearing the words
Of the universe
Piercing through your lungs
Enough, time to hold strong.
words
Hot and Cold
StandardAll words have already been said
What more can I say to describe the way you get into my head?
You bring me to heaven
The moon
Then back again
To finish me off with the heat of your breath
On my tongue
Into my lungs
Keeping your eyes on mine
Your gaze is my kryptonite.
You’re hotter than the sun
My skin burns under your touch
But your eyes
Like cool rays of ice
You keep me hot and cold
Begging
Begging
Begging for more
A Stressed Poetic Vent
StandardThere’s so many
Thoughts and feelings
I’m experiencing
Right now
And I’m trying my damnest
To get them all out
On to paper
And into words
Truth be told
I have no idea what’s going on
In my head
In my heart
I want to blame it on others
But for what?
Why am I so stressed
And upset?
Does it have anything to do with you
Or am I just imagining it?
That must be the answer
That it’s all in my mind
Because when I talk to you
All is fine.
Then what is this panic in my lungs
The frustration
I am numb
with?
Is it all fabricated?
Why am I so dramatic,
What is wrong with me,
What is the source of these feeling
That are pilling into me?
Just write them down
Write them down
Let them all out
Once I am done I’ll have nothing to worry about.
But what if they don’t go away?
What if they lay inside
And start to decay
Rotting my insides
Day after day
How the hell
Am I supposed to live this way?
It’s Okay
It’s Okay
It’s all in your mind.
It’s Okay
It’s Okay
You just need a long night
rest
A good, rested sleep
That’ll melt away the stress
The grime,
The death,
Be gone
Be gone
And never come back.
Those Three Words
StandardThose three words
they run in circles around my head
pulsing against the walls
giving me a migraine.
Those three words
pumping in my heart
jumping at the sound of your voice
and lightly humming when you’re gone.
Those three words
haunt my every move
whenever I am around you
I fear letting them loose.
Would it be so bad if I do?
Those three words
if said aloud
would they be the end of this
(whatever this is)
or the beginning of something new?
Those three words
out in the open
would you say them back to me,
or would my heart be left broken?
Poetry Vomit
StandardWords churning to stomach acid
Bubbling, forming,
Not at all placid.
Vowels
Uprising
Like volcanoes
Erupting.
Rhymes spit
Spewing from my lips
Stanza’s spraying like liquid
I have a case of poetry vomit.
After an interesting talk about vomiting feelings, we thought that was a funny expression that could make a good title for a new poem, so we gave each other a challenge to write one based on it. Please read Elyas’ Version too!
