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When I’m not tapped into a music stream.

I like quiet
no - let’s be exact,
I like silence
ear plugs in - deafening quiet
or better yet, noise cancelled anti-sound
That’s relatively new technology
My mom mentioned new studies suggest it may rewire things
gray matter wise, you know, behind the eyes
like the patterns sound forms in sand.

But if you’re going to scramble my mind
your going to have to wait in line behind
bland 21-year-old issues like:
sleep deprivation
hormonal fluctuations
romantic fog
case study competitions
business model design games (REALGAME)
deductive logic puzzles
irritability and mood swings
mental bandwidth anxiety
cognitive confusion
information overload
assignment stress
premenstrual syndrome
compulsive coping mechanisms
career anxiety
****** frustration
multitasking shifts (schedule)
canon events (existential dilemmas)
culture shock (new environment)
feeling “scrambled”
family pressures

So, yeah. let’s fn Jettison headphone worries - MOM - shall we??!
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Right Now by The Creatures
A Girl In Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing) by Romeo Void
Your Turn to Run by Malaria!
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 07/22/25:
Jettison = get rid of something that’s weighing you down.
 7d
Stardust
"They’re from another country."
"But… they’re people too, aren’t they?"
"Yeah, but not our people."
 Jul 22
jules
You touched me,
and I remembered how stars bleed
before they die.
 Jul 22
Olivia Williams
I am igniting fire--flame.
You tried to test me,
Causing pain.
It is you--who I blame
Based off of "That" day
I Don't belong here
Pain is what I feel
Anger will not heal
Pain is Part of me it  shows all of me
People made scars on me
wounds hurts alot,  at the end it distroys the soul of me
I guess Paitence is the Key
It will change everything I see
Fake PeoPle all around me
Pretending loving me
Judging, hurting and crushing me
-Not a poet Just struggling
 Jul 22
GR Ganu R
Once upon a reunion.

A moment but forever, a happy memory.

An understanding of 'farewell', several tears of sorrow.

A pure, yet deeply shattered heart.

Longings of love, shadows of despair.

A goodbye to the 'golden hour' sky, something once music to my ears.

But now it acts like a border separating two worlds.

I question myself with crystals rolling down my delicate, fragile self.

Why do I still smile?

In the end, I'll always be grateful.

But when will my prayers be heard?
Please
Turn towards me
I want to store your words
In the broken parts of my chest
Let them roll around my head
And tumble down my cheeks
Wrap them around me
Like the hugs I will never feel again.
Have them caress the parts of me
Only you are allowed to touch
Give me you
In a way beyond physicality
I want what buzzes in the spaces
Between your blood and bone
I want you.
I leave my humanness shed on the floor
Besides my bed crumpled and unrecognizable.
Tomorrow I will iron things out
But today I will just be
A hurt creature wallowing under the covers.
 Jul 22
Terry O'Leary
Have you ever been drunk,
and submersed in a funk,
as if trapped in a trunk
but then asked to write junk
in a poem which stunk
though your mind has been shrunk
by a psychotic monk
who’s been beaten punch-drunk
and if not a slam dunk
as a poet you’ll flunk?
I had too much Pastis tonight...
 Jul 21
lisagrace


Last night I'd dreamed
That my hair dye
Ran away from me,
Faster than Road Runner
From Wile E. Coyote
I stopped and froze -
my face aghast
A boring old brunette
I was once again,
A sad little ghost
Of my deep blue past

Self-expression is the key
To me being me
With my rainbow locks,
And my funky socks
If I can't have magical
My Little Pony hair,
Then what would I be?!

I used to be so monochrome
No makeup
"Just an ugly betty" I'd donned
No cute and fun hues
On her colour palette,
Just more shades of grey
That faded to black -
Betty was always
The habit rabbit

At first I said
I wanted pink hair -
But lots of "fun" women
Have pink hair,
So I'd told my stylist
I wanted green
But she knew colour theory
Would muddy its sheen

I thought long,
I thought hard
And then -
A spark
Orange would certainly
Be a light in the dark!

Who said
I couldn't be a traffic cone?
Or a carrot Bugs Bunny
Munches on?  

No yellow-bellied lizard here,
Brown study Betty must take
Her books elsewhere
Scootaloo is tickled pink -
And to think,
She used to believe
That she couldn't gleam!


Somewhere between Scootaloo, magical hair, and colour theory—I found me.
The joy of finally being a little loud on purpose.
🧡💕💚
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