Splashes

Every now and then I get an idea or dream that runs through my disconnected brain. The dreams are flashes of what could be or what could of been. The ideas are splashes. Here are a few splashes from the past:

It wells up inside you, Eager to find it's way out.
You hold it to you as strong as you can,
and the harder you hold the more it bursts out.
You are unable to contain it as it eats you alive.
You're imprisoned in your own wealth of emotion.
You'll give in only to find yourself unable to stop.
It takes over you and has no plan on letting you go.
You hate it, you love it, you're thoughts collide.
A mesh of feelings thrust their will upon you,
and you are unable to control your inner thoughts.
You become overwhelmed and have lost
all that you held onto that made you who you are.
And you are still okay.

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I have more to offer than looks,
I am a man of personality.
I have likes and dislikes,
I have my moments,
I am who I am.

I have more to offer than a smile,
I am full of laughter and hope.
I am smart enough to dream,
I am not just a face,
I am who I am.

I have more to offer than hugs,
I am a man of inner warmth.
I hold you for safety, to not let go,
I will not just be a moment,
I am who I am.

I have more to offer than a man,
I offer a unique person,
I offer laughter, hope, dreams,
I offer hugs, warmth, safety,
I offer me.

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So strange the feeling
of frustration
as I pour out
these strained words.

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My mind echos
the empty beating
of my desperate heart.
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The stillness of the room
suffocates me.
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Fastened to my thoughts
of hope; of dreams unfilled.

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Until tomorrow, may you find a poet in you.

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