#brains
__There are two kinds of creatures in this life;__
the most attractive creature, is a man mindful of your feelings:
considerate of your emotions, making you feel truly valued,
and respected— who listens attentively to your thoughts,
and concerns but also responds with genuine care, and
understanding.
And the dumbest creature, is a man who instead thinks
with his second brain: _not much thought needed there._
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 12:54 AM UTC
Men are cautious
they rather spurn their chances
than to rely on their noses, but
they can be seduced to take a little bite
if you insist and
have not gotten sick from it yourself
Indeed, it started
with the famous apple, a fig
After the first one he too wanted more
We learned
to look through the foliage
to remember where the trees are
and how to get there, to smell
where the fruit is ripe
We got up earlier than the others
and left in the moonlight
to be the first just a little further away
and get the prize
We grew in our head
and became human
Jun 13, 2022
Jun 13, 2022 at 3:38 AM UTC
If my second brain is my gut
and if my gut presents as a she,
does that mean that it's best that I think
that my head best thinks as a he?
And when I want to follow my heart,
does it flutter somewhere betwixt
that path that she feels down deep
and the path that he just can't resist?
When I find myself at a fork,
and it's not at all clear which ways mine,
my gut, my head and my heart -
they'll figure it out just fine.
But if ever I find I'm in doubt
which voice it is I should heed,
I just have to ask myself this,
- for which path I'd be happy to bleed?
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 4:29 PM UTC
I untwisted my brain today
And lay it out on the table in rows
Examined it for kinks
To see what the other thought thinks
To ask it what it knows.
I mushed it back together
But I couldn’t quite remember
What went where, or how it goes….
I squeezed it back in through my nose
And now my thoughts just flow and flow
Part of some muddled, mixed up show
All cause I examined my brain dontcha know.
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC
I feel you grab forearms
Same skin you lovingly kiss
Keep burning for that side of you
More and more it comes to this
Room with uneasy air lingering
I'll try to forget whichever fight
Had that led to all that noise
It's still going to be alright
I will convince myself to take the blame
Swallow down but it's stuck in my throat
Swear it's what I must deserve
The back of my mind knowing I don't
Telling stories to **** with conscience
Tempted to believe but know better
We can do this back and forth for a bit
This cannot go on forever
Arranging pieces to fix what we broke
Tangled with promises long overdue
Never have your attention for long these days
When I was young I mattered so much to you
To feel that again I'd give
My fears and sacrifice
Listened to your point-of-view
Then I realize we won't get that twice
Laughing and living in love each day
Was alive not just existing
I should have known it wouldn't last
I'm hurt and my body is constricting
Now I am broken by the one I love
I'm feeling betrayed
Know you are in pain yourself
Wondering if I should have stayed
To follow instinct was stupid
Should have been chasing my heart
I didn't have the stamina
Because I was falling apart
A good person what I was trying to be
Once thought I did the right thing
Didn't just hurt you with my decision
More like mutual suffering
I inhale unbridled woes
But part of you is dead
Swear to die so you can't **** me yourself
Bullet through both our heads
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 7:51 PM UTC
Hearts are not crystals
But still they shatter.
A heart has no brains
But tears it often rains.
Hearts have no eyes
But still detect lies.
So what exactly are hearts?
The Cardiac Paradox.
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 7:31 AM UTC
i am always carrying your name under my tongue, in that small place under my tongue and i don’t think i’m ready yet to loosen my lips and let you slip out and leave me forever because thats a scary thought, thats a **** scary thought. I’d be more comfortable cutting off my own arm or going blind or being spat into the middle of the ocean because that’s just physical, that means nothing, i have another arm, and i have my memories, and i could probably swim enough to reach some kind of island or strip of land or even just let nature take control and pull me into the arms of the big blue babe and she’d kiss me and show me her shiny shells and dead bones of fish collected in piles on the floor and i’d live down there forever and i would crawl out of my weight and leave it in a collected pile on the floor and i’d float through the air and i’d breathe deeply full of water and i’d be water and she’d be water and we’d be water and it wouldn't matter if i love you or if i’m just afraid because i’d be water and you’d be bones and blood and brains and i’d just be water, and you can’t confuse water with anything else but water but bones and blood and brains are messy and thick and runny and easily confused with things like spaghetti and red paint and death and i want to be water. clear and unmistakable.
but i’m not water, i am also bones, and i am blood, and i am brains, and i’m not one bit clear.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
Your hands
are The Same size as mine
yet they
can Hold so much more
than My feeble instruments;
my arms however
can lift your Heavy Body
higher than the twisting tendrils of Strong vine
stretching themselves up and out into the sky
on a ten foot trellis
your hands Tight they grab my arms then
we lift
Together They Melt into a wild new assist
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 7:28 PM UTC
eyes glazed, passing...
at magnificence...
this doldrum...
muddy browns...
streaks of green...
an ever changing blues...
a sudden crackling in synapses
erupting through the real!
a pale iris gaining
electric sheen!
a meaningless menagerie
collapsing into an expanse!
within this little slab of goo!?
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 4:13 AM UTC
You can pretend
That the black gloss
On my lashes
Will glue my eyes shut-
Make me blind to truth;
To ‘true knowledge.’
Go ahead.
Tell yourself
That my red-painted lips
Only spout nonsense.
It will only make it sweeter
When my wing-lined eyes
Give you whiplash
as I walk past you
To get my degree;
My award;
My paycheck.
Maybe if you’re ‘nice’
I’ll buy you an ice pack.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
Follow your
Heart.
But take
Your brain
With you.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 6:41 AM UTC
Me sitting in a chair with my usual poor posture
-we'll call this rest.
Behind me, a beautiful white ****** canvas
-we'll call this potential.
A shotgun loaded with paintbrushes
-we'll call this the medium.
Barrel in my mouth, the trigger clicks, then
BOOM
-we'll call this expression.
Look past my limp soulless body to the now finished canvas. What do you think?
-we'll call this interpretation.
The reds are deep and the blues are true; little chunks of grey matter
-we'll call this promise.
However, it all dries black in the end
-we'll call this accurate.
Me still alive in my chair staring at the wall. Pen in my mouth. Ink in my teeth
-we'll call this gnashing insignificance.
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
Great people die,
Just like you and I.
We all came the same,
Naked, with a brain;
Walked, then talked,
We're all the same,
But great ones do it
With their brain.
Size doesn't matter.
You can be a pea brain,
Or a nit wit:
Why, if someone says,
You've half a brain;
That shouldn't be
Cause for shame.
You never know
Who's got half a brain:
It's been proven,
Sometimes half
Is greater than the whole.
Use what you got,
Live your fullest.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
Broken humanity will often falter,
As it ponders which mold to fill in,
Ponders what it must alter,
Which path it must begin.
It is a trembling, cowering bird that hides
Within each of our hearts,
Somewhere in a dark corner it abides,
Made up of many broken parts.
We have the role of nursing the bird,
Bringing it back to its purest condition,
There is a fire that must be stirred,
A stunning, unbridled and pure rendition.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 11:36 PM UTC
The cast iron skillet of love
Fell on me from up above
No time for a warning to be said
It landed squarely on my head
Pain far from dull
It caved in my skull
Scrambled my brains
Let them all drain
Gray matter splatered
Nothing else mattered
An unstoppable event
It quickly came and went
It left my heart sore
My brains on the floor
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
We collide in this
world we're living.
Time stops as we see each other.
Everything moves in slow motion.
Your eyes hide an emotion.
My heart overflows.
My brains lose all signals.
My hands are trembling.
My heartbeat is racing.
My voice is shaky.
Knees are feeling weak.
I can bearly speak.
This is what you
do to me.
It should be illegal.
How you take control
over all my senses.
The passion I feel within.
Your are my majestic wings.
I will never forget.
My beautiful sin.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 9:20 AM UTC
You tell me you wanna **** my brains out,
And I think you already have.
Because if I was smart enough,
I would've left you already.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
Too many ideas
Not enough pages for me,
You see my head is clogged like
A beat up old rusty pipe
My mind can't focus on one idea long enough
To polish and refine it like a diamond in the rough
It's tough to be a poet, you see
The peaks are as high as mount Everest
And the valleys lower than the dead sea
So your head and heart will never rest
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
The same old routine's dragging on
Our zombied bodies slump along
We philosophise more and more
Making our forgetful brains sore
For we are rotten, we are gross
But isn't that just how life goes?
We all will fall, we all will die
Nothing matters so we ask why
We have to live, we have to be
We have to pretend we're happy
*Because in actuality
No one lives for eternity*
So what's the reason for our race?
Is it for love or for disgrace?
There is no clear answer just yet
Or else there was, but we forget
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC