Hot and Cold

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All 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

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There’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

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Those 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

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Words 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!