#cranium - Hello Poetry

It'd be easier to go dumb Braindead for fun Explore comfortably numb In a rarely clear cranium Wide open space for wild thoughts to run But now for the unforseen repercussion Situation recognition I can ONLY run No place to hide, not a single one Wrestlin' fear and confusion With an empty win column Lost it all, never won Disproportionate portion What's been done, Can not be undone Sit with the problem In complete isolation The expectation? Come to some useful revelation The pressure feeds off the anticipation The anticipation breeds a host and parasite type immersion But reality rushes in with it's own complication Breaking then adding it's own tension Followed by a surge of logic and reason As I, Yet again, Come to the same conclusion The sum of all my fears run the asylum And I've been locked in here with 'em A casualty of my reality inside a broken system ©2024

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Mar 6, 2024

Mar 6, 2024 at 7:45 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ Accidentally Set Free ~•§•~

It'd be easier to go dumb Braindead for fun Explore comfortably numb In a rarely clear cranium Wide open space for wild thoughts to run But now for the unforseen repercussion Situation recognition I can ONLY run No place to hide, not a single one Wrestlin' fear and confusion With an empty win column Lost it all, never won Disproportionate portion What's been done, Can not be undone Sit with the problem In complete isolation The expectation? Come to some useful revelation The pressure feeds off the anticipation The anticipation breeds a host and parasite type immersion But reality rushes in with it's own complication Breaking then adding it's own tension Followed by a surge of logic and reason As I, Yet again, Come to the same conclusion The sum of all my fears run the asylum And I've been locked in here with 'em A casualty of my reality inside a broken system ©2024

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I plant seeds of hope into my cranium that ill be laid out in the meditterian sea with the water hugging me I plant seeds of hope into my cranium that my heart is gold and titanium and that I will never again know the lows that I've known instead, I can just float float away swim away to a better place one not plagued with flawed structures one not filled with hungry vultures always looking for their next **** their next meal but maybe it's just our culture, to **** maybe these seeds of hope will save me from this desolate land grant me a benevolent man so I plant my seeds again

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Jan 26, 2022

Jan 26, 2022 at 11:19 AM UTC

munybee

seeds of hope

I plant seeds of hope into my cranium that ill be laid out in the meditterian sea with the water hugging me I plant seeds of hope into my cranium that my heart is gold and titanium and that I will never again know the lows that I've known instead, I can just float float away swim away to a better place one not plagued with flawed structures one not filled with hungry vultures always looking for their next **** their next meal but maybe it's just our culture, to **** maybe these seeds of hope will save me from this desolate land grant me a benevolent man so I plant my seeds again

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Chasing darkness surmising depth lies in the depths trenches are dug in craters the holes we dig make us special so we keep on digging. Subterranean cranium head in the sand—soul buried in soil paying the undertaker in advance the shovel feels lighter once it's smoothing the dirt guarding the top of the grave. Coffin solitude dormant tears loosen the Earth the clay dam breaks jailbreak mudslide birthed from a muddy womb crying, gasping for air. We cleanse ourselves in the healing waters of time donning our Sunday best for church joining the choir boys standing at Jesus' feet singing a chorus of denial "I never asked for this".

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Aug 26, 2020

Aug 26, 2020 at 7:40 AM UTC

andrew-rueter

Subterranean Cranium

Chasing darkness surmising depth lies in the depths trenches are dug in craters the holes we dig make us special so we keep on digging. Subterranean cranium head in the sand—soul buried in soil paying the undertaker in advance the shovel feels lighter once it's smoothing the dirt guarding the top of the grave. Coffin solitude dormant tears loosen the Earth the clay dam breaks jailbreak mudslide birthed from a muddy womb crying, gasping for air. We cleanse ourselves in the healing waters of time donning our Sunday best for church joining the choir boys standing at Jesus' feet singing a chorus of denial "I never asked for this".

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Even though my soul is torn With gaping holes and edges worn I don't give a **** anymore No longer wanting to settle the score It's been to long My will is gone I lay down my sword, I lay down my shield What's the use in what I wield I only wound myself, that's where my demons hide They're ingrained deep inside For in my brain is where they dwell All I can do is wish them well For in my cranium is a living hell

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May 18, 2016

May 18, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC

Pauline_Morris

I Wish My Demons Well

Even though my soul is torn With gaping holes and edges worn I don't give a **** anymore No longer wanting to settle the score It's been to long My will is gone I lay down my sword, I lay down my shield What's the use in what I wield I only wound myself, that's where my demons hide They're ingrained deep inside For in my brain is where they dwell All I can do is wish them well For in my cranium is a living hell

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Can you hear them whispering There inside my brain Can you hear them tinkering Trying to shake lose what is sane Can you hear them Clamouring There inside my mind Can you hear them favouring With sadness all they find Can you hear them plotting There inside my cranium Can you hear them knotting All my thoughts till thier alien Can you hear them screaming There inside my brain Can you hear them scheming They are driving me insane The voices here inside my skull Are always chattering, never a lull They are bent on my destruction At first it was a sweet seduction Now it's a roaring wave Trying my head to cave I can hear them as plain as day Can you hear them what they say Those voices in my head All them yelling, one thing said They only want me dead

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May 2, 2016

May 2, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC

Pauline_Morris

Inside My Head

Can you hear them whispering There inside my brain Can you hear them tinkering Trying to shake lose what is sane Can you hear them Clamouring There inside my mind Can you hear them favouring With sadness all they find Can you hear them plotting There inside my cranium Can you hear them knotting All my thoughts till thier alien Can you hear them screaming There inside my brain Can you hear them scheming They are driving me insane The voices here inside my skull Are always chattering, never a lull They are bent on my destruction At first it was a sweet seduction Now it's a roaring wave Trying my head to cave I can hear them as plain as day Can you hear them what they say Those voices in my head All them yelling, one thing said They only want me dead

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The beast that resides within Is scorched in sin My heart's as cold as ice With me it's a roll of the dice Will I be nice, or rip you right into Nothings really new, it's just the way I grew Hiding all the pain It drove me a bit insane Cold steel runs through all my veins I dance in the pouring rains Of anarchy, and mayhem I can get inside your cranium Plant my little seeds And make you do my deeds I'll show you smoke and mirrors Thing's will never be as they appear You will love me with only fear And a smile from ear to ear For once you've tasted my nectar I'll have you till the hereafter

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Apr 9, 2016

Apr 9, 2016 at 9:46 AM UTC

Pauline_Morris

Cold Steel in My Veins

The beast that resides within Is scorched in sin My heart's as cold as ice With me it's a roll of the dice Will I be nice, or rip you right into Nothings really new, it's just the way I grew Hiding all the pain It drove me a bit insane Cold steel runs through all my veins I dance in the pouring rains Of anarchy, and mayhem I can get inside your cranium Plant my little seeds And make you do my deeds I'll show you smoke and mirrors Thing's will never be as they appear You will love me with only fear And a smile from ear to ear For once you've tasted my nectar I'll have you till the hereafter

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The shadows in my brain That dance with all the pain Only adding to the strain The memories that they hold That they crease and mold Only leave me cold The agony holds on strong That it refuses to move along Only leaving tears of all that's gone wrong The shadows in my mind That are so unkind Only showing me what they find Thoughts rambling in an insane manner Voices mix and clamber Between it all the static stammer Leaving me to believe I'm not well I wear a mask so you can't tell That I really live in Hell There is something going on inside my cranium Maybe it holds to much radium That must be why I need a ****** My thoughts bumb and scatter Oohhh something shiny.....does it matter Uhm I think my head has grown flatter Pain and agony brought on insanity Trying hard to grasp the gravity This situation leaves me in, oh the calamity Well my gray matter has had enough I'm calling my life's bluff Put the gun to my head, it was tough Blowing that gray matter away Still won't be enough to sway The demons will make me stay In a vegetative way

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Mar 21, 2016

Mar 21, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC

Pauline_Morris

Couldn't Die Right if I Tried

The shadows in my brain That dance with all the pain Only adding to the strain The memories that they hold That they crease and mold Only leave me cold The agony holds on strong That it refuses to move along Only leaving tears of all that's gone wrong The shadows in my mind That are so unkind Only showing me what they find Thoughts rambling in an insane manner Voices mix and clamber Between it all the static stammer Leaving me to believe I'm not well I wear a mask so you can't tell That I really live in Hell There is something going on inside my cranium Maybe it holds to much radium That must be why I need a ****** My thoughts bumb and scatter Oohhh something shiny.....does it matter Uhm I think my head has grown flatter Pain and agony brought on insanity Trying hard to grasp the gravity This situation leaves me in, oh the calamity Well my gray matter has had enough I'm calling my life's bluff Put the gun to my head, it was tough Blowing that gray matter away Still won't be enough to sway The demons will make me stay In a vegetative way

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If you ever wake up in a hug yourself jacket Dress in all white, feeling like a maggot Don't worry about the fall The room will be padded after all The bright light will not let you hide You'll have wished you'd of died As they **** and they poke And your anger they'll provoke So they can hook you up and electrify your mind So you can forget the memories they find There will be no more dark clouds They will no longer be allowed Inside your cranium Their will be no more delirium Take the little pills they give They say you need them to live They will have hollowed you out No more need to shout Because once you where a dark horse Now They made you into a living corpse

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Mar 17, 2016

Mar 17, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC

Pauline_Morris

In the Asylum

If you ever wake up in a hug yourself jacket Dress in all white, feeling like a maggot Don't worry about the fall The room will be padded after all The bright light will not let you hide You'll have wished you'd of died As they **** and they poke And your anger they'll provoke So they can hook you up and electrify your mind So you can forget the memories they find There will be no more dark clouds They will no longer be allowed Inside your cranium Their will be no more delirium Take the little pills they give They say you need them to live They will have hollowed you out No more need to shout Because once you where a dark horse Now They made you into a living corpse

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judgement is futile as are ibuprofen and car-keys when walking thinking talking means breathing out poetry in the dark dark corners of every inch of the cranium inundated people high on drugs or life or love lumber by me dream-like i'm not here (most of the time)

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Mar 14, 2015

Mar 14, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC

sweet-ridicule

cranium poetry

judgement is futile as are ibuprofen and car-keys when walking thinking talking means breathing out poetry in the dark dark corners of every inch of the cranium inundated people high on drugs or life or love lumber by me dream-like i'm not here (most of the time)

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