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The mind’s a magnet
but also a sieve,
sometimes a dragnet
with nothing to give.

A mesh of iron —
or is it fool’s gold? —
attracts the ions
of whatever it’s told.

It scoops from the streams
of wisdom and truth
but catches jetsam —
what’s floating ’round loose.

Whoever may say
“Well, that’s just not me!” —
It will come, that day.
Just wait and you’ll see.
Inspired by this photo I took of the last remnants of the Staudenhof, a former East German apartment and shopping complex in Potsdam that had been used for low-income housing. It was torn down to make way for expensive new condominiums, erasing the memory of the place where less well-to-do families lived for decades. https://bsky.app/profile/jackgroundhog.bsky.social/post/3lggckmkzms22
Renan 2d
My mind is a crystal-clear pond
All the dirt has settled at it’s depths

Because from lust and sin, I’ve run away
And oh so far I’ve tried to stay

But you’ve jumped in the pond
And stirred it’s waters

What was clear is now muddled
And lust is back, at full throttle
The idea behind this poem was:
Love is chaotic, and it takes away your peace.
Avici 3d
In the shadows of my serene composure
Perturbance ventured my susceptible core
Corollary hallucinations compelled my inner channels to disarm
Commenced the chaos at the departure of calm

A storming blitz led by a fortifying fleet
Disruptions levitated to the greatest summit
Every portal being forcefully barred
Catastrophic propositions nearly forged my dreary graveyard

Instantaneous reinforcements initiated an expeditious resurgence
Sirens snapped my vulnerable systems back to sense

My efficacious consultant explored miscellaneous alternatives
Warfare and fleeing being the superlative prerogatives
Befittingly, combat seemed extremely gallant
Escape undignifying the prowess of talent

It all panned out en route a thunderous showdown
The ultimate clash being unveiled as the ‘Psychological Crown’
apricot 4d
I sit and ponder
and my mind starts to wander
How is it that
By the time I'd start my life
The world would end?
On my last day
I'd think about all the things I didn't accomplish
I didn't start my family
I don't own a home
And that I didn't say sorry
L.A is on fire, so is Gaza. The president is a ****, and by 2030 it will be impossible to raise children in america as well as own a home.
I thought my future would be different, but because of a man it's already ALL planned out.
They like to say,
Negativity has yellow sleeves?                                                         ­        
No, what? How does that make any sense?
I don't know, it's hard to write the way you do normally.                   
Just pick up the pen, and let out any spare thought you have.
I see how that could work,                                                            ­            
But I was under the impression you write with a villainous plot.      
   Well that's just the effect of a fun ***,
Just because I am one doesn't mean I think like one.
If I spar with my self doubt I'll be better equipped to deal with it.
a heart dares itself to be in charge – heavy as lead
a mind so lost in depths of the mundane, man’s greatest
and heaviest sigh is knowing tomorrow is, “Monday”

the perennial and annihilating thirst of this flesh;
funny how the power of creation is another man’s
addiction – one who multiplies life, the other just makes
an addition to their means of only finding, “friction”

some days I pray for angels to bear the weight on
my shoulders, the demons sit on top of my head –
all-knowing silence; the darkness smiles at your
shame, but who really knows what to look for in
the dark?

         …I only pray you see yourself in a better light
hsn Jan 15
.
coursing my veins
still blades pursue
thin threads of peace
that keep me together
with weak tendrils
of coping habits
that have barely
managed to wrap
themselves around
my flesh and mind
what the **** is happening to me? I am losing myself again and this time I cannot even blame anyone because no one is at fault here, it's me and my mind.
Am I depressed? 
Am I mad?
what is this?
How can I figure what is going on with me?
what is this feeling?
I am not missing anyone, I am not talking to anyone, I am doing nothing which can mess with my head, maybe it's the nothing which is making me mad or maybe I was never okay?
Maybe I was just distracted from the reality and was living in delusion?
maybe my mind is still the same? 

I want to figure this out before it's too late or maybe it is too late? what am I even talking about?
I was writing my journal and I was not able to remember what happened today, which is weird and not okay. It's been happening for days now and I cannot figure out what is going on with me.
Isaac Jan 14
I don't know why,
But no one likes me,
And it pains me.
I think I'm wrong
In so many ways.

If I give up,
It'll stop hurting.
My lesson in life
Is learning
To numb the pain.

I'm running on empty,
Searching aimlessly;
My mind is in a daze.

My soul is longing
For what is gone,
And now a thick fog
Pervades.
DJQuill Jan 13
Sometimes my mind feels like an ocean
A tremendous motion,
That can sink nations

My thoughts on the other hand
Speak like a small pond
A peaceful collected body
A city of harmony and greenery

Sometimes my actions are unpredictable
Movements to achieve a checkmate,
Yet let me lose the game as well

My legs are earthquakes
A stick that can‘t bear the weight of the ceiling

Meanwhile my hands are waves
Creating words that speak more than books

I‘m chaos and order
A song that makes you cry with joy and frustrate you at the same time
Is this ok for you?
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