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"MIND THINKS
Sometimes the
eyes thinks,
as the Brain
sees what the
mind think,
the heart pump
fuels life. Pay
attention let
your eyes
listen open
minded."
It has taken me some time to realize that there are two parts of your body that will always be at war with one another,
And it seems like no matter how hard you try, they will never agree with each other.
She keeps me tossing and turning at night
As he forces me to wake up at first light
She believes in love at first sight
And he strengthens the grip on her kite
THE FUTURE IS BORN
Bury the past behind, live the life of the current moment.
Love the
moment and
cherish the
present time,
can only
hope' for
tomorrow
but is uncertain.
SPINAL contusions upon final conclusions and delusions of sorrow that are rich and aged, if IM in reclusion i avoid confusion in seclusion from 2morrow inside of a cage, i stretch and reach across chasms of the deep, spinning a web of deceit and s
i lost a little more of you today
there must be a wormhole in the bathroom
because when you walked out
you couldn't remember who i was
i showed you the television
the brain is a university bedroom
adorn it how u want
scatter memories like golden fairy lights
circling the sloped ceiling
look how they flicker until
they are reduced to a soft glow
Brain, test.
Lunch break, yes.
Hustle to classes
Grades up, passes.
Thinking? No.
Keep up with the poetic flow.
What is green?
My mind is like a haunted mansion.
It's beautiful
and big,
decorated elegantly.
But there's a hidden mystery.
There are unwanted guests,
who come and go as they please.
Alas, I am sitting in class,
Stressed for the upcoming test.
Afraid I am unprepared to pass,
My heart pounds in my chest.
Inner folded
prematurely molded
time is tempted
to be bolded
small strokes of gentle wires to the face
The frame evokes a forecful fire
at waters pace
(The mind is a fragrance of the brain. To change minds the brains have to be healed. Our leaders keep trying to change minds and so nothing changes.)
Whirr, click! Whirr, whirr, click!
Torque jerks gears and chains to life.
My Innovation.
Why do I struggle to remain with my brain unstifled?
Emotions running wild; how long can I stay intact, I don't even feel human.
My heart's going black.
Dear Heart, You are my rythym,The sole reason my eyes flutter open every morning,The source of my existence,My body's only coping mechanism,And my brain's greatest rival. Although you are blind,
Dear Depression,I bet you've received many letters from others like meFrom those who suffer even when we are having a good day.I know you are only in my life because bipolar invited you.Bipolar tends to invite too many at once.You let you
How could you let me down?
My dear brain,
your power is so immense
But you lash out on me.
Why me?
For once let me have one thought
one idea
To my dearest little Heart,
How could you do this to me?
It seems you have forgotten the part
You play in this hierarchy
Let me remind you of your place:
I call the shots around here, not you.
Dear Catdog in my brain,
You have cause me a lot of pain
You are obsessive-compulsive disorder
But in order to cope
I gave you a nickname
Catdog, you compress my lungs
I want to rip my heart out
And only keep my brain.
The heart is where the tears come from,
The brain does not cause pain.
My heart is only stupid
When I fall in love.
Next time I'd rather use my mind
Okay so you are drunk again
But this time you let your heart stay in bed
it's your brain here surprisingly enough
so listen up
You have potential
A part of Newton's Cradle
Right now is just the start
Sometimes my brain is not kind to me.
It starts with the sounds around me.
My teacher is talking.
My classmates are whispering.
I hear it all and it is so so loud.
Then, I stim.
Too Fast
Time,
slipping away out of my buttery-like grasp,
escaping from my memory,
seeming uncapable to catch,
ticking further from reach.
They never lie when they say,
the constanants tingle, the vowels vibrate into placenot quite creating the words but leaving in my brain a faint traceI can feel them in my body, they move from my head into my heart
A jello mold of strawberry jam.
A wrinkly little worm.
A mind so painfully ridged even the thought of it makes me squirm.
A song is stuck right in my head.
I can feel it.
The lyrics, there aren't very many,
are rotating around my frontal lobe
and up and down my corpus colossus.
The brain is a marvelous thing
full of numerous files
from long ago, and yesterday
loads of info it compiles
The center of it all,
it gives me instructions
brilliant mastermind,
Take a trip with me to lands unheard of
Through hidden passages, secret doors, and unknown chambers deep within my mind
All you need is your imagination so leave everything behind
Brain constructs phrases and sentences
Sends the information to the gaping hole
It’s detailed and thorough
Black hole receives it and ruins it effectively
my consciousness sputters like a dying engine
the pulsations of my brain slowing, shaking
(muscles too slug-like to function)
beat, rest, beat, rest
I'm starting to remember
I'm starting to recall
What once was a blur
I begin to see it all
The faces are changing
Becoming clear
What once was a blur
Wrapped up in a year
I'm 15 years old now.Ms. Luna calls my name." Pay attention Ms. Campos, your timed assignments not a game."" Well i'm trying hard to focus.
I feel like crying.
Yet this Ittle mind of mine wont obey my commands.
"Cry already!"
"Make me feel better!"
"Think of something funny!"
I traded in my Nike’s for the open mics
Those early Saturday morning 6 o'clocks for them 7s ate my priorities I had to trade them in for
Brainwaves whir from corner to corner of my cranium,Causing me to think in a different key.
I don’t get stream of consciousness writing style. Sorry Virginia Woolf, I have too much running through my brain to have to comprehend what’s trickling through yours.
A testament to the human soul is its duality.
Able to feel one thing at one time and another thing the very next.
The only thing,
that I need in this world,
is me.
My mind,
my thoughts,
my feelings,
my knowledge.
Without it, I am not alive.
I couldn't reminisce about happy days,
Happiness is temporary
Have you ever realized that before?
Happiness is mocking you; staring
Just beyond your life's back door
Happiness then exits for a while
The world’s best computer
Here in my head,
Is all I need
Until I am dead.
The ability to reason
And think and decide,
If I should run
Or if I should hide.
All I need is a brain of my own,
that is able to think, to wonder, to remind, and to roam
For if it wasn't for my brain I wonder where I would be
because the path I go down is completely up to me
If there was ever one thing
that I could never live without,
I'd know exactly the object,
without the slightest doubt.
Every day since I was born,
I sell myself short
with these small rhyming pomes
I could make a da-vinci
and hang it in homes
I choose humour
simple simplicity
Go on, do it
I dare you
Eliminate the innocence
Illuminate the sky
There’s no need for your presence?
I can assure you that’s a lie
How could this have happened? I invested my trust in you
How could you forget last time?
Remember the pain?
The manipulation?
You were pulled in every way.
(But look at that smile!)
Yes, very nice,
but the last time you saw a smile like that
I wish I could be like a melody
My mind and body beautifuly in harmony
Instead it's a clash, a bang and a boom
My body falling heavily while my head is above the moon
I'm terrified of horror movies.
I hate the zombies, vampires, and werewolves.
But what scares me more than the supernatural, are human beings.
Because there is no possibility that they are not real.
Let me straddle your mind
Let me lay on top of your thoughts
Rubbing & caressing each care away
Interrupting them with each touch & feel
I can open you up, to love, lifting you up
Giving you a high
Starting off slowly and just under the radar.
Waiting for a chance to strike when least expected.
Always trying to outlast medication and shots.
Pounding.
Searing.
Blinding.
Stabbing.
There is much to life
When one only drifts
When one merely sifts
Through the sands of time.
Playing with sand
As though it will always be there.
I scare myself
It’s not being good at being bad
Though that too plays in
It’s what happens within dreams
The reality and sin
It’s the reflection of what you fear
Thought up by your subconscious
I have a house I call my own,
within a white cerebral sky.
It’s lively and it flows,
but someday it’ll die.
Splattered with pink, red, and white,
Darkness surrounds.
Sudden burst of lights.
Flashing,
Running,
and...
Carrying?
What do these stars carry with them?
Like cars on the freeway,
They travel head to toe.
A mind can do so much,
Think , do, and feel every touch.
We know how much good it can do,
But oh how much bad it can put us through.
Leads our hearts astray in sin,
Tells us we need things that we don't,
I spend hours writing to clear my brainNothing makes me feel the sameI'll even do it on the trainOn my way to work, or in the rainUnder an umbrella, or even SpainI like to do it when I'm stressed,
For me, my drummer beats,
Da boom, da boom.
He rarely misses a beat and keeps up with my tempo.
When I'm running--
Dadub-dadub-dadub!
Or when I meditate,
Daa boom. Daa boom.
3 months of my life
I don't remember
Nuerons dying
Brain bruised
When I woke up from the sudden sleep
I had no answers
The Doctors who have dedicated their
entire
People seldom give much thought to thought
For it seems an utter waste of time
So should that make me different
For being no stranger to my mind's mind?
Our brains are naught but viruses
The Mind;
it alters with time
it makes matters better,
or worse, in it's prime.
It's peculiar to know
that we all have a mind
each different, unique
each on of a kind.
Some are poisoned,
You’d be surprised how much power we have over our own minds. I imagine survival back before our times and the development that required. They used their brains and had too. Using each part and functioning as one form.
So surreal,
A bewildered feel.
Very unnatural,
Decidedly not normal.
Reality distorted,
Twisted, contorted.
Imagination's offspring,
Free and wild within
The remnant of our mind
There are four lobes that make up the human brain.
The frontal, parietal, occipital, and temporal all work to keep us sane.
We all go to school from 8 til 3 hoping to fill those lobes,
There are four lobes that make up the human brain.
The frontal, parietal, occipital, and temporal all work to keep us sane.
We all go to school from 8 til 3 hoping to fill those lobes,
Ha, my mind is a mess take away my struggle and relieve my stress cause this unhealthy relationship isn't at it's best. Full me with drugs and lets peek at whats next.
I'm like a child who cries itself to sleep,
but instead of crying, what I do is think.
I think myself insane, analyzing every bit,
until my heart rate quickens and I work up a panicking fit.
School was a blur,
I wish it were
more fun.
First Period: I stepped in gum.
squish, squash.
Second Period: My brain on overload: numb.
zzzt, peeeww.
Incumbent Ideas
the shapes the sounds
Twisting in the folds of my cerebrum
clenching digging poking wriggling
grey matter white matter
irritation
Swelling with
the shapes the sounds
Throbbing and pounding,I give you your deepest thoughts.You're not using me correctly,Everything about me gradually rots.
Constanly contamplating, consistently innovating
no matter what day, no matter what time
always wanting to be free of thoughts that are mine
these ideas inside my head, wont alow me to sleep
Waking up, rubbing the crust out of my eyes
to realize, where i reside is a land on its demise
I then reflect on I, surrounded by subsidized housing
and homeless vets, and fiends who get cocaine wasted by the ounces
My soul is river stone
And fire fed
Dragon eyed and embered
Lurking in mountain’s jeweled gold
Soaring on iron wings
To whomever it may concern:
I wonder why the sky is blue
Or why the grass is green
I wonder why the tabloids are so mean
Or why they publish false information
You're sharing time with each of your loved ones
The clock strikes the witching hour
A well-dressed man steps into the room with burdens that could drown a man
Yet no expression is told on his face
Listening to the stories of others
Like pages turning, examples of being told no
That you can’t do it. You’re silly. Or crazy.
Dream smaller. Safer
What about that little girl
Who sits in her college dorm
I write poems of anger
Thoughts, frustrations
Joy and fear
As a means of putting out
The words that come and swarm in
My head like bees
The things I’ve been through
Written about, which hold the
Story line of my past.
And I hope that the reader
Can learn and laugh along with me.
Feel my frustrations
Realize the fullness of the path
When the body dies, where do the thoughts go?
Dreams stay just dreams?
Do lost ambitions remain what could have been?
Are the emotions once so drastic simply just pretend?
