#brain poems on Hello Poetry

Tina Tickery Jun 2020

Not quite right, not quite ticking;
the device in the head: broken and brutal.
It tells lies and lacks serotonin.
No one can tell: it hides inside the skull.

An alien in the body and a stranger in the brain -
everything is unknown, merely the soul belongs.
The soul screams sorrow yet too serene to be seen;
it will not be seen until it breaks down.

A strong wind blows: it slows you down,
the snow falls: it annoys,
the sun shines: the blood rises.
The cruel cruelty: the brain!

It orders, the tongue surrenders;
it decides, the body submits.
It dictates! It dictates! It dictates!
The human body is just a puff.

#brain #broken #neuroscience

Riley Jun 2020

For my little ghost

A calendar is but blank white boxes lined up in a perfect row, full of promise and opportunity. My calendar is illegible, completely blacked out, written in a forgotten language.

Days no longer awaken me slowly or softly. Days speed by like a racecar hitting my brain and running my guts over.

I’ve learned to befriend the bottle, as whiskey knows all my secrets, and ***** is a close friend of mine. Drinking is the cure all to end all.

It wasn’t always this way. Halfway between a split second and an eternity ago, the world went quiet.
Have you ever met a ghost? Someone so infectious with energy, but disappears faster than your last cigarette. As soft as spring comes, as does the slow lull of sadness.

So to death, I drink. I party as the demons want. I sip until I’m sick. Stare upon my corpse, make peace with the unknown. I one day will have my little ghost back again.

As I appear before you, not quite dead, but certainly not alive. Who will teach me to fear the abyss, to no longer be one with the void? Until I can learn to no longer dance with the devils, I sit alone at the bar. Unseen to the world, with blind eyes turned from every direction. Sorrow is more attentive than bliss.

#ghost #brain #drinking #alcohol #smoking #death #demon #life

Nimrod kiptoo Jun 2020

Coca humour

I drink and smoke a lot but hard drugs is where I draw the line.

Line of coke

#addict #drug #brain #heart

Strying Jun 2020

Always Running

I can't stare at one place for too long.
My eyes start to water as the thoughts,
wander my mind.
My brain is surrounded in darkness and evil,
as soon as I stop for a moment.
Even if it is just to think.
To breathe.
To be.

I can't seem to relax,
always on the run.
Stressing about something
THAT SHOULD BE FUN!
It's holding me back,
but I'm "not diagnosed,"
so I guess it's okay.
I guess I'm okay.

I never go to a therapist,
so I guess that I'm lucky,
I guess that I'm healthy.

My mind isn't empty,
so I guess that is good,
But the clutter comes at me like nails in wood.

I can't seem to stare,
at one place,
at one time.
My mind always running.

No way to
stop
now.

Just some thoughts about how people sometimes don't go to the doctor and say the truth or even have the opportunity to easily open up about their mental health. THIS DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULDN'T CHECK IN WITH SOMEONE. If someone opens up to you and you just say "well you don't have depression/anxiety/bipolar/etc," you could be missing a cry for help. You don't have to assume they are faking an illness. Just listen and be there, and do your best to help. Stop dismissing, start listening.

#running #anxiety #undiagnosed #brain #mind #tears #cry #evil #breathe #fun

Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2020

Braille

This time I am going to do things differently
I'm so scared we're destined to fail
Was in a state of blind hope before
Blinded but I learned to read braille

All this feels vaguely familiar
It's only a matter of time
I'll find out you haven't changed
Not ready to accept the signs

I wish I decided with my brain
I'm in a battle with my heart
One pulls your direction
The other
Drags away cause we're better apart

I wish I could read braille for real

#blind #love #relationship #braille #sight #heart #wish #decide #brain

Dreamer May 2020

Sleep

As just I am about to sleep
My brain starts to work

#sleep #brain #work

x May 2020

perspective

i wonder what version of me lives in your mind
tell me what i look like through your eyes

#perspective #people #mind #brain #version #wonder

Kaitlin May 2020

brain on jazz

I am wide awake.
I am tired.
And my eyes do not want to be open.
They are old.
They have seen too much,
For today.
They are tired.
I am tired
Of this.
Wide awake
At 4:00am
Jazz on the brain.
Right now
I could dance until my skirts ripped to shreds
On knee high grass, and ticks crawled up my legs
I could dance in that,
And not care about ticks and scraped up shins or
How bad I am at dancing
But I'm too tired.
So instead of twisting myself into somewhere new
My jazz brain
Plays on an empty room
Elevator ******* skull.
Too tired to do anything more than echo
My jazz.
But I'm wide awake!
And I want to use it.
But it's no use against such heavy
Blankets and air and silence and space and brain
And I know I would care about the ticks
And it would hurt, to bleed all over that prickly field
And I would care.
Since imagery doesn't feel the same
Never feels the same
As real world nettles.
So instead of dancing.
I am writing a poem.
And my brain is on jazz
Like fire.
And I am wide awake.
But I am so
So
Tired.

Late night stream of consciousness from my saxophone head.

#tired #awake #jazz #brain #thoughts #night #late

Clay Face May 2020

Hello God

Sitting above me?
Or laying a front me?
Who is god!

God is the creator of all.
Yes of course.

My mind creates everything I’ve experienced.
My mother created my mind.
Who is god!

Is god the creator of physical material?
Or is god the decipher of it all?
Is god what I desire?
Or does god reside in me already?

Am I part god?
Eggs so fertile, but absent of seed so volatile.
Who is god?

Our minds are so powerful.
But we only experience less than one millionth.
All thanks to the computer above me.

Is that god?
Is god the computer generous with information.
Or the mother, fertile and generous in sustenance and life?

Whoever you are...
Hello God.

#god #woman #*** #love #mother #birth #mind #power #think #brain

Caitlin Stanway-Williams May 2020

Sitting with my self

I'm trying to get better at sitting with my self
(we’re in this 'til the end, after all).

I'm trying to listen and not judge,
to ask her (kindly) where those thoughts came from.
Whose judgments are being repeated.

It's not that it's a comfortable journey.
She hurls words in poisoned darts,
with wild eyes of blistering flame,
so sure of my faults that
I believe her more than I've believed anything
in our whole life.

But I know what it's like to be in her body.
So lately I've asked her to sit next to me, quietly,
just for a moment,
just for a pause.

I think it's working.

She's taken to sitting beside me more often these days,
arms wrapped around hunched knees.
She speaks gentler here,
tells me I am scared we are not enough.
But she lets me place a hand on her shoulder,
and remind her: We always have been.

We breathe slowly as we soundlessly observe
the cosmic traffic of shooting neurons.
Of clusters of clusters of memories
and half-said things.

And I'm finding that, after all this time,
I am sitting well with myself.

#selflove #selfcare #mentalhealth #mentalhealthpoetry #loveyourself #brain