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neth jones Nov 23
the older i am met                                                      
the bolder the thatch-work of scabbing        
walls are thrown up in front of new ideas
and i am redirected       

the resinous connective issues  of the brain
     mineralization of thought
told and taught knots of gristle                                     
                    ­               enforced from childhood    they surface

i remember how things 'ought be'
the ways my parents parents  parented me
              the lessons recrystallize
cold hard classroom rosin develops       
 held in robust bond   well sold ideas are solid now 
                                         and they defy challenge

but challenge  i must insist        
                    as i resist  into reclining years
and fight this cementing form                               
founded on the dead corrective tissue
that is welcomed   by aging
The Old Versions

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mineralization of thought
told and taught knots of grit
enforced from childhood lessons
recrystalize
rock formation of age [1st line ?]
a true thing to fight againgst on the way out
null to humanity
you can only persist as a red flag

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correctional facility / 02/11/23


the older i am met
the bolder the thatch-work of scabbing
the resinous connective issues of the brain
thoughts solidify and defy challenge
cold hard classroom rosin
held in bond together
fighting sense and change
Nobody Nov 14
i don't know what's wrong with me
but something was happening so long ago
and it still repeats in my head
makes me want to shut my eyes and go

i don't know what's wrong with me
but i can't talk about it
no matter how hard i try
i'm just to scared to admit that i've been through some ****...

i don't know what's wrong with me
every time i see those awful people
every time there's a loud noise or a crowded room
it just reminds me that the whole world is sheeple

i don't know what's wrong with me
their words repeat in my head in an infinite loop
their mocking keeps coming up
feels like i'm in a boiling *** of trauma soup...

haha i don't ******* know what's wrong with me!!!
Nobody Nov 14
Maybe I'm going crazy
Because I think I might like him.
I might want him to like me
Am I going crazy???
Because it sure feels like it.
Haha maybe I am 😅
Maybe I have a crush
Maybe
Just maybe
He does too
... probably not though
And for context it isn't anyone on this website, I made sure he doesn't have access to my account because hell. No.
mjad Nov 4
Argue argue argue
But do you ever win?
I see you so different
Than who you think you are
But I know I have you figured out
And when I told you how
Your jaw hit the floor and your eyes got wide
A child
A deer in headlights
Bewildered
That someone has let themself inside
Your mind
And knows
Exactly what your next thought is
When you try and win
Think again
And I'll be there in your head
Lakshmi Nov 1
Questions... After questions... after questions
Is it worth it? am I?
What if I didn't exist? Shall I?
Pain. Why is it endless? Shall I end it?
Flashbacks. Why did I go through that?
Happiness... when? Where? How?
Questions... after questions... after questions
Love. What is it? Where's mine?
Peace... must be death... right?
Fear. Why the constant fear?
Questions, after questions... after questions.
It's not always sunshine and rainbows
Nat Lipstadt Oct 20
perhaps it is less than great,
maybe a poor mediocre,
but such as it is, is mine,
unique, and it gifts me
easy expression of my
experience, conveying
my excitations, aliving,
freely divining what’s
within and without,
and to exhale said
thoughts and
observations

si so

we can be apart and together,
touch without touching, e v e n
love each other with our e v e r
meeting and that miracle presents
and is a present, this presentation
of my cells impressed upon yours,
thus fashioning newly creative
combinations…

this is what I am thinking,
this is what I am divining,
this is what my reasoning,
permits, encourages, creates
and with your reading this,
cements us in ways unseen
all the b u t s…and hesitation
marks that disconnect us,
are sundered and we are
a forever till reason no longer
matters, or our cells can no
longer divide and recombine
and reproduce our memories,
which are our connective tissues…

nml
3:39am
10-20-24
Are You Ready for a Brain Chip? It’ll Change Your Mind https://www.wsj.com/opinion/are-you-ready-for-a-brain-chip-itll-change-your-mind-technology-baf4a76a?st=H2s8Bo&reflink=article_imessage_share
Many thoughts, are always traveling,
In and out, through energy, confusing my mind,
Messages for now, or notes for a future time,
As the information, is sorted, and stored in my brain,
They can range from funny, to wondering, if I’m going insane,
I could not imagine, how many brain cell’s I have gone through,
I’m glad they naturally replace themselves,
For over a half century of life so far, this time, I’ve fried a few.


                                                          ­                                                              
                The Original: Tom Maxwell © 10/04/2024 AD
It is what it is
Residing in your mind
Sometimes off the planet
Working overtime

Watershed in your head
A flood of dreams you possess
Watershed in your head
A flood of dreams you possess

They are what they are
Buzzin' in your brain
Sometimes flyin' the rails
Like a bullet train

Watershed in your head
A flood of dreams you possess
Watershed in your head.

© Debra Lea Ryan
19.09.2024
☀♥ƸӜƷ✿♬
Interesting Week!  I started the Song on Sunday with a Flood of Ideas then had to navigate distractions to find traction in the writing process again.  Lesson Learned. Singalong >
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IFmAIocJblA
The holding place / The tablets of your memory / Little slivers of death / We can keep finding ways to go further
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