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Erian Rose Apr 2019
I wish you could hear
my head at night
then you'd understand
what it's like
Jos Apr 2019
gas
the gasses in me bubble
my head cloudy
blood boiling
i'm not real
but i'm in real trouble
Luna Wrenn Mar 2019
state of you
i've moved to a new state
the one in my mind
they call it missing you
every night i drive by buildings
i look above the doors
addresses are nailed to the walls
the numbers are made up of significant dates that
meant something to us
the billboards i pass are full of
old pictures of our memories
and the stop lights are every color
that made up your eyes
Empire Mar 2019
If I stop being distracted
And pay attention
To what’s going on
Inside my head
I realize
That all I can hear is
Screaming
Nothing makes sense
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2019
I am not waiting for you to suddenly change
Be all the things you said
The only thing I am waiting for
Is you to get out of my head
...
Strying Mar 2019
Have you ever felt like
all you wanted to do was listen to music
yet your head hurt

and the world would spin and spin
but all you wanted was to stand still

and the sun didn't shine on a day where you wanted to be blinded

And the branch didn't break
when you tried to die from the aches of life
so you had
had to let go.

Have you ever felt like the chocolate is never just right.
Either too milky or too strong, never balanced out.
Have you ever forgot to feed your pet,
remembered, and still layed in bed?

Because I, I,
understand it all
but life just isnt easy like that
for life
doesn't just give you the lemons,
it makes you find them
and work to
make
the lemonade.
*** my head hurts and all these thoughts are spinning through my head, so here's a poem from my random thoughts. Lyrical, ain't it!?
André Morrison Mar 2019
Wrap my own hands round my own throat
To promote less dark thoughts I don't condone
Pause the oxygen to pause the mind
Don't want to think, but want my thoughts to be heard
Excuse the oxymoron, heart & head aren't intertwined
George Krokos Mar 2019
I am prospecting for love in the chamber of the heart
and if love is to be found there I'll have done my part.
How deep will I have to go depends on that ground
in which buried is a love so many say is to be found.

How can I be sure when it's so dark and cold in there
without any light or warmth to see or feel seems bare.
I'll have to strike at any dying embers of love for You
that I carry with me always which once felt to be true.

Time and neglect should've extinguished them by now
but it seems they're still smouldering inside somehow.
With the fuel of desire awakened thinking of You again
those flames of love may rise and glow once more then.

The gold nugget of Your love is to be found in the heart
one has to look deeply in there and make a sincere start.
There's no real way of telling just how far one has to go
'till the light and warmth of Your love is experienced so.

Sensations rise up within along the spine to one's crown
where a light appears to the inner gaze fixed in that town
of the space between the two eyes in one's mind where
darkness is usually seen but now gets dispersed in there.
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Written early in 2018. A mystical and spiritual expression of a journey in a poem.
Madison Greene Mar 2019
In my head it's 2 a.m. and you're as awake as I am
heads against our pillows and we're both thinking of each other but neither of us know it
you're missing me
and you're unsure of whether you even knew me well enough to have the privilege of missing me at all
but you miss me for the things we never said
and in my head you're thinking of how you never really got close enough to wrap your arms around my waist
to tell me everything I made you feel and everything you saw coming
that never quite played out how you wanted
In my head even your fingers are sad when you think about my skin
even your lips burn at the thought of never kissing mine again
but it's probably just in my head
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