dissonantcognition - Hello Poetry

When you feel broken and out of control, when there is so much darkness inside, the only chance you have is try and make the world around you a little more beautiful. I often feel like the cocoon, torn apart, while beauty flutters away.

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May 12, 2016

May 12, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC

Butterfly

When you feel broken and out of control, when there is so much darkness inside, the only chance you have is try and make the world around you a little more beautiful. I often feel like the cocoon, torn apart, while beauty flutters away.

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I've wandered too far. This separation has lasted entirely too long. The bread crumbs swept away by a long past breeze. An overwhelming feeling sets in as I realize I have no way to find my way back. Endless horizons, where the night sky meets the sea. Vast obsidian mirrors that reveal nothing more than a murky reflection of who I once was. I think about how recklessly I ran this direction, as I tiptoe as if on a frozen lake. Unsure of my steps, and where they will lead me. How could I be so foolhardy before? Then so concerned now. Where has the worry come from? A fading confidence that pushed me so far. Is there really any sense in retreating now, or should I just stay the course. Of course! I was led here by a God of my own imagining. Rockets fueled with self importance, I've flung myself to far reaches of my mind. Traveled through time in the temporal lobe, distancing from myself. Here I float, alone, fractured, lost myself in my thoughts. Never let me know that I'm lost. Keep the distance from myself at all costs. The duality of me is all at once engaging and frustrating. Pulling closer to those as I push them away. I lead my own hopes and dreams astray. Converging beliefs systems, contradicting preconceived notions of self. I feel helpless against waves of emotions. Left only to watch as these tides erode m y exterior. Outward illusions of my beliefs crumble piece by piece.

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Apr 14, 2016

Apr 14, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC

Leaving Myself

I've wandered too far. This separation has lasted entirely too long. The bread crumbs swept away by a long past breeze. An overwhelming feeling sets in as I realize I have no way to find my way back. Endless horizons, where the night sky meets the sea. Vast obsidian mirrors that reveal nothing more than a murky reflection of who I once was. I think about how recklessly I ran this direction, as I tiptoe as if on a frozen lake. Unsure of my steps, and where they will lead me. How could I be so foolhardy before? Then so concerned now. Where has the worry come from? A fading confidence that pushed me so far. Is there really any sense in retreating now, or should I just stay the course. Of course! I was led here by a God of my own imagining. Rockets fueled with self importance, I've flung myself to far reaches of my mind. Traveled through time in the temporal lobe, distancing from myself. Here I float, alone, fractured, lost myself in my thoughts. Never let me know that I'm lost. Keep the distance from myself at all costs. The duality of me is all at once engaging and frustrating. Pulling closer to those as I push them away. I lead my own hopes and dreams astray. Converging beliefs systems, contradicting preconceived notions of self. I feel helpless against waves of emotions. Left only to watch as these tides erode m y exterior. Outward illusions of my beliefs crumble piece by piece.

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multiple universes appear like flowers budding as if stuck in perpetual springtime pollinating the perception of a passerby bulbous lives floating along a breeze ear buds plugged to silence the scream a dissonant chorus of opposing beliefs

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Nov 17, 2015

Nov 17, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC

Perception

multiple universes appear like flowers budding as if stuck in perpetual springtime pollinating the perception of a passerby bulbous lives floating along a breeze ear buds plugged to silence the scream a dissonant chorus of opposing beliefs

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A waking life lost while walking through incoherent moments finding yourself as the only opponent to learning, a yearning of oneness above loneliness. Let’s break open the head and let the words flow cascading from cliffs high above. We’ll follow the current of the crystalline clear drops, right off the edge of the world to the unknown below. Once we know, wont the rest know too? Do those flying in the clouds hear the subtle sounds of a desperate man playing the blues? I’d like to think that we’re all attuned, radial dials turned clockwise, counterclockwise reaching the same frequency. Do diverging paths ever find parallels in consistency? The setting seems to leave as foliage falls floating from the outstretched branches of elderly trees, elbows knotted in arthritic knots that were tied in that moment before time slowing down the perception of ones mind. Only to find what we describe as infinite is only the span of the blink of an eye. But now, don’t cry, because the years never really did pass you by while you knew so little, mouth opened wide, seeing through a lens from more childish time. Can it be? Here imagination runs free of the laws of the universe. Let’s take to the sky and drift with the winds as we traverse the beautiful nothingness that binds the earth. Have you ever woken up from a dream only to find nothing is as it once seemed? The past is just that, more of a faded memory than a written history. We’ve entered the epilogue, orating scenes the moment I’ve seen them, the imagery passing so quickly, the transition seamless. Just one moment stuck in time, ever changing to the tune of one’s whimsical mind.

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Oct 26, 2015

Oct 26, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC

A Waking Life, In Response

A waking life lost while walking through incoherent moments finding yourself as the only opponent to learning, a yearning of oneness above loneliness. Let’s break open the head and let the words flow cascading from cliffs high above. We’ll follow the current of the crystalline clear drops, right off the edge of the world to the unknown below. Once we know, wont the rest know too? Do those flying in the clouds hear the subtle sounds of a desperate man playing the blues? I’d like to think that we’re all attuned, radial dials turned clockwise, counterclockwise reaching the same frequency. Do diverging paths ever find parallels in consistency? The setting seems to leave as foliage falls floating from the outstretched branches of elderly trees, elbows knotted in arthritic knots that were tied in that moment before time slowing down the perception of ones mind. Only to find what we describe as infinite is only the span of the blink of an eye. But now, don’t cry, because the years never really did pass you by while you knew so little, mouth opened wide, seeing through a lens from more childish time. Can it be? Here imagination runs free of the laws of the universe. Let’s take to the sky and drift with the winds as we traverse the beautiful nothingness that binds the earth. Have you ever woken up from a dream only to find nothing is as it once seemed? The past is just that, more of a faded memory than a written history. We’ve entered the epilogue, orating scenes the moment I’ve seen them, the imagery passing so quickly, the transition seamless. Just one moment stuck in time, ever changing to the tune of one’s whimsical mind.

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I’ll play this song for old times sake you’ll sing along again for old times sake missive melodies that never change our dissonant notes well overplayed we’ve become actors stuck in someone else’s play how’d we ever let life get this way what was once a rainbow is now only shades of grey the rhythm is lost in the tip-tap of your toes shuffling endlessly as if trying to escape run off with your feet only to be left in the street struggling to beat the light that’s already changed the scene adding a red glow that makes you look better anyway Can we keep the topic on dancing? as it emotes such a clean wholesome feeling that one can really lean on in troubles times, five four rounded out to seven eight Hurry **** you! We’re already late such an important recital giving in to improvisation as we are stripped of rank and title

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Oct 26, 2015

Oct 26, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC

Catch The Rhythm

I’ll play this song for old times sake you’ll sing along again for old times sake missive melodies that never change our dissonant notes well overplayed we’ve become actors stuck in someone else’s play how’d we ever let life get this way what was once a rainbow is now only shades of grey the rhythm is lost in the tip-tap of your toes shuffling endlessly as if trying to escape run off with your feet only to be left in the street struggling to beat the light that’s already changed the scene adding a red glow that makes you look better anyway Can we keep the topic on dancing? as it emotes such a clean wholesome feeling that one can really lean on in troubles times, five four rounded out to seven eight Hurry **** you! We’re already late such an important recital giving in to improvisation as we are stripped of rank and title

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I never left reality it separated from me conformity could never believe in the things that I see your world engineered from rooted beliefs branched off from the roots to turn over a new leaf and I'm lost now speaking of trees distraction from worldly actions that continually cause me grief the assumption that consumption will fill the void our future needs love, not more toys I think I might've found the answer to life consume less, create more will let the light shine from the beauty inside I write with streaks of light caught in a slow exposure but be patient for this process takes time

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Oct 26, 2015

Oct 26, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC

Slow Exposure

I never left reality it separated from me conformity could never believe in the things that I see your world engineered from rooted beliefs branched off from the roots to turn over a new leaf and I'm lost now speaking of trees distraction from worldly actions that continually cause me grief the assumption that consumption will fill the void our future needs love, not more toys I think I might've found the answer to life consume less, create more will let the light shine from the beauty inside I write with streaks of light caught in a slow exposure but be patient for this process takes time

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what do I know of love? two white doves flying intertwining along the skyline can the sight of a loved one make you fly? pulling limbs from the much in which my heart has been stuck for so long or will I pull you down to the mud I don't really know too much too much about love but that smile of yours makes me want to learn it's hard to discern your speech from music please teach me the melody tell me of this infinite beauty in what spectrum is it seen? tell me a story with those eyes each blink, a turn of the page every expression, a new chapter your smile provokes thought and inspires imagination but I cannot quite place this feeling elation? or comfortable complacence because, what do I know of love

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Sep 29, 2015

Sep 29, 2015 at 11:44 AM UTC

What do I know?

what do I know of love? two white doves flying intertwining along the skyline can the sight of a loved one make you fly? pulling limbs from the much in which my heart has been stuck for so long or will I pull you down to the mud I don't really know too much too much about love but that smile of yours makes me want to learn it's hard to discern your speech from music please teach me the melody tell me of this infinite beauty in what spectrum is it seen? tell me a story with those eyes each blink, a turn of the page every expression, a new chapter your smile provokes thought and inspires imagination but I cannot quite place this feeling elation? or comfortable complacence because, what do I know of love

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all I see wishy washy loyalties deplorable spoiled needs you're good if you can do something for me need the air that your breathe but not before I make you believe in you, there's a beauty I see foster creativity within the confines of processes I define be alive within the parameters structured along the lines of my own personal experience and life

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Sep 29, 2015

Sep 29, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC

BFF's

all I see wishy washy loyalties deplorable spoiled needs you're good if you can do something for me need the air that your breathe but not before I make you believe in you, there's a beauty I see foster creativity within the confines of processes I define be alive within the parameters structured along the lines of my own personal experience and life

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and so many times I've stopped to catch my breath but what's a breath in that second before death? eternity

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Sep 29, 2015

Sep 29, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC

#33

and so many times I've stopped to catch my breath but what's a breath in that second before death? eternity

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I am only a figment of my imagination. Caught in a deep sleep, continuous dreaming. How can I trust “anyone else” ? When I am clearly lying to myself.

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Sep 14, 2015

Sep 14, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC

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I am only a figment of my imagination. Caught in a deep sleep, continuous dreaming. How can I trust “anyone else” ? When I am clearly lying to myself.

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