Wasn't so much afterthoughts
but rather the act itself; that myoclonic movement An involuntary reflex of sorts. Prisoner to human conditions conserving oneself with The illusion of individualism A Perceived idea of what is natural An erroneous concept of right and wrong. Blaming the sky for rain and storm Instead of hiding under shelter. Punishing clueless planet earth Our thoughtless pollution of her the seas Man and man at war Setting off bombs just for kicks. The errs was much more than just you could taste its bitter like venom; Blisters from a flame or the sting of a slap. Tangibly intangible were the sins we did. Sometimes we knew what We couldn't be held accountable for Being not the kind frowned upon, We did it in such abundance. But it wasn't their fault, . . . or was it...
Myoclonus /ˌmʌɪə(ʊ)ˈkləʊnəs/ noun MEDICINE
A muscle spasm triggered by various external events, including noise, movement, and light. The movement is involuntary and can't be stopped or controlled.
Cold cold heart Frozen plumage Like a peacock Her ladyship In the campfire light Skating about the pond Of her own vanity ~
The train of thought Incoming! No no! It missed its stop! The train is gone…. Who are you?
i am unclean dead torn thoughts inside brain dead stupidity of the ****** next door living thoughtlessly they say perfection is a contract of demise nothing matters it seems i’ll sign my name away let’s rid the world of me
Have you ever once thought about being thoughtless...?
I have... And it's not very pleasant! Showing I've been thoughtless towards my own inner self in order to gain the advantage of forced self-acceptance!
You are thoughtless once you can't begin to understand the very situation in front of you!
To devote one’s words to the eyes of another
Is to devote one’s thoughts to the mind of no other, For, in my mouth and out yours, The words are all there, But the thoughts none. And everyone thinks That everyone thinks That anyone thinks At all. We fail to attend to our own thoughts, Only the thoughts of those others, Who have the thoughts of none. United in silence, Thoughtlessness, Who really has won?
The placement of thoughts
I'm part of the exclusion zone.
Of you and them and me. I'm lost in past, forgotten fast. Old news, and ceased to be. All well and good in time to brood. For memories remained. I'm outside staring, sightless, glaring. Forget me not, refrained. I hope for love's sweet comfort. In shattered future's loss. When I'm remembered fondly. And swept away the moss. If recall be painless. Reminded with a smile. Sit aside my resting place. And think of us awhile.
So unaware... of the pain she causes.