I feel like............... A balloon.
Tied to a brick. Let me go.
I'll fly off the cliff like a paper plane.
I'm okay. I can do this.
Shut your mouth or you'll go for miles.
Open your eyes and breathe.
So unconcentrated.
Can't keep up with your own mind.
A simple touch. Don't stop.
Water on a warm balloon. Fly so far.
Keep up the music. Don't let go. Don't speak.
Tell a story. Warm and cold. Neutrality.
Comfortable within uncompfortableness.
Occupy your time cause it's going by fast.
It'll be over and done and you can't imagine.
Let it all go. No heartbeat. No tension.
It's all gone free. You're a bird. A kite.
The most gentle feeling.
Thing. Of everything.
It makes no sense at all but it's okay.
Just keep going. It doesn't matter.
Stare into the light. It won't go away.
You need to get up.
But you have to stay down.
It's the key. Panic.
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Open your eyes.
Breathe.
Stand still and free your mind.
Imagine water pouring on you.
No... Not rain.
A cool shower. Fill the tub just a bit.
Feel the water between your toes. All over you.
Clothes on and all.
The cold hard truth.
Like slamming your face into a wall.
It hurts. But it relieves. You'll be okay.
Let go of the pain. The tension. Everything.
It's hot. But it's okay.
Let it all flow.
Exaggeration? I think not.
Feels so..... Free.
DONT THINK!
Let it go....
For miles and miles an it won't stop.
It just keeps flying.
Now smile. You're new.
Refreshed. Born again.
And it's gonna be okay.
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The Collection
PoésieOkay so you see an artist's sketchbook and it can be full of random fun doodles or just scribbles. This is kind of like that. Except it's my poetry. And I don't know if there's a word for that but please do read and feel free to critisize as long...
