#daze
Birds used to be dinosaurs
humans used to be monkeys
things are moving fast
The world’s conspiring to endow me with agency.
Are we sure this is the right decision?
They have us in dissections and anatomy labs,
microscopy in histology and simulations in clinical skills.
Professors are saying things like,
“in preparation for your hospital rotations.”
Shut up! Stop this runaway train. Seriously, slow down.
Here’s a peek inside my brain - a typical med-school weekday:
5am wake, coffee, organize my bookbag.
5:30-6:45 jog (with my escort Charles)
6:45-7:10 a shower and stuff
7:10-7:30 breakfast, toast with coffee
7:30-8:00 homework review with coffee
8:00-8:30 commute with coffee (maybe write a poem?)
8:30 AM to 5–6 PM, classes, blending lectures, small-group sessions, tutorial and practical labs and self-study.
6:30 Arrive back home, disheveled, for 1 hour of study with coffee, a shower and stuff (maybe write a poem?).
8pm dinner and coffee
8:30-11:30 ‘Méthode des J’ (recall injection studies) and coffee
Rinse and repeat, Monday through Thursday. Forgive the data dump, but I’ve been asked
My watch is so judgemental
It’s been giving me low sleep scores (low 40s).
I fall asleep quickly and sleep softly until..
Argh!! Who set that f-ing alarm?
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Songs for this:
One Two Three - Hooverphonic
Chain Gang by the pretenders
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 11:30 AM UTC
I recall my school daze
like yesterday,
Am so glad those
times have gone away
The memories have Faded,
and gone astray,
My life was tough,
and the skies were gray.
I was very good student,
and I did my best,
didn't have many friends,
but I did not fret.
I was a loner sometimes,
but that's okay,
Just recalling old thoughts
from my ole school daze!!!!
B.R.
Date: 08/21/2023
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 5:55 PM UTC
just woke up
so late, what do i eat
sleep wasn’t deep.
Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 11:20 PM UTC
We were scraped hands
we were exhaustion showing through;
we were messy hair after naps all to prove
we loved how we lived
and we lived how we loved
but then - we grew up
and minutes turned to seconds,
and weeks turned to days
and soon enough there we were
grown ups, in a daze.
time moving faster than it ever did before
every day, suddenly a bore.
thinking more from the core
don't know how we ever swore
this world would never turn us stone
turn into all the things we say we won't
waiting to see if the bad would outweigh hope.
never thought being a grown up would be tough,
then we grew up and we've had enough.
Jun 29, 2023
Jun 29, 2023 at 9:43 PM UTC
we spent our summers in a daze made up of sugarcane and promises lost in the wind
the heat soared above us, free and untamed
we didn’t ***** our fingers on the thorns
we swung till the sun pierced our skin
sunburnt and snakelike peeling specimens
we danced in the ashes, a feasible effort
baked in our button-ups,
American flag wielders, Jesus lovers
half deceased in a pile of audacity
dresses on girls with the actual embodiment of the word
we were outright outliers on the brink of independence
we were broken, but we felt like stained glass
a beautiful portrait of veneration
they showed our faces to the president and he sighed with relief
some days we laughed until we got sore
under water fountains and jet blue skies that made us forget our melancholy
and sometimes we swore we would never speak again
the sun was burning holes in our soles
we breathed in the smoke, it felt holy in my lungs
we regretted to regret if we would ever lose this charm
but i guess we all figure out, you have to pretend until you’re gone
we were still indigo sparks in the Fourth of July sky at midnight
we saw the statue as it beamed for opportunity
and we smiled back in common courtesy
i even showed my teeth
in the summer we were folk songs
word of mouth enchantresses
flying high above the canopy
we remember when the piano started to weep
the sweat on our brows used to slide down our cheeks
for sore eyes they would’ve looked like teardrops
though time has passed
through a narrow mindset
i still remember how the roads got wet on a Saturday morning
and the sprinklers quit
because their jobs were fleeing
it’s crazy she’s dead now
summer dreams only fade
we lost the look in our beady eyes
i missed the last train to freedom
hearing my name be called by you was like having my heart ripped out in front of me
but for summer she doesn’t recall such a memory
i would’ve loved to hold your sweaty red hand for the last time knowingly
as the season set and invited the breeze
for now it’s just like a reverie
a hazy afterthought
splitting through the atmosphere like a comet
it wasn’t glory, it was gory
the summer sunset stuck in our frizzy hair
we lost the feeling we chased for so long
behind an alley that smelled of redemption and cinnamon
an island lost in legend
a girl with loose intentions
whose fists fight hyperbolic battles
sweaty recollections of a faint moment in space
a storm weathers
forgiveness is flowering in my palms
and we used to be so good at that
May 31, 2023
May 31, 2023 at 11:21 AM UTC
As you breathe out
I **** in
Wondering
Where all my life
have you been?
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 2:31 AM UTC
They woke up in another world
Feeling like they were in a daze
Everything around them
Moving a little slower
Their veins dilated
Making their blood flowing quietly
Their muscles light as feathers
Making them wanna float
Their conversations about everything
Yet nothing
Their laughter echoing across the water
The heat of the fire tickling their skin
Goosebumps
Appearing
They were high
On love
An experience
They never ever wanted to end
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 11:12 AM UTC
They shall say of 2020, when it's done
nobody forgets a year like that one,
this one, with you in it,
never been one like it,
fractally speaking, on this scale of perception.
The demographic target of Covid 19,
and I share periences from some years sortalike this, like 1961,
but that isn't global, that was national,
the summer, mostly, then
1963, the fall,
those days got global, a bit,
1969, the autumn, 1970, the spring,
and all those
tied in to now by way of psychedelia, and post war blues
odyssey of a sort, walking to Chicago scheduled,
through the October Moratorium, burlap sack of
peyote Wuwuchin season, then Earth Day 1, in San Jose,
half a time, half a year in men's measure,
those days were more cosmic than global...when I consider
I knew the way, that far, at that time, those were
strange days;
then I disappeared.
Now, I reappear, just to say, the way
I got here, got me this far, but as Granny Cook,
from the original Angelus Temple amen corner,
click,
she said " we all need discernment", then
Job called for a referee ee ee ance refer to
Voltaire - define your terms ..
dis cern the terms of our agreement, reader.
This map leads here. 2020 April, it is a meme
forming link in the evolution of the global brain
holding AI
accountable for each idle word, every good nobody got,
give it again, doit doit now, we missed. Hamartia, ha, try
umph, and we are rolling once more right past confused Camus.
1954.
These are the last old days, new ones are emerging,
after all we know finishes shifiting into next before our seeing eyes.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC
i took off into an unknown place
two lane roads fade into a daze
the earth is painted with rust
and grey
my face is fresh without clay
the freckles take up the spaces where your finger tips
once laid and the wild flowers be me to stay
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
That moment when you’re somewhere between sleep and awake. That moment on a roller coaster as you drop at almost a 90° angle and your adrenaline surges. Your favorite song on the radio in the summer, when your windows are down and you’re singing along. The warmth and comfort that envelops you as you snuggle into bed. A sunrise. The moon rise. The galaxy of stars on a clear night in your small home town.
All of these things and feelings
You are every one of them, combined.
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 4:00 AM UTC
The days seem longer
When hands remain idle
When thoughts are empty
When goals aren't present
When phones aren't ringing
When clocks are creeping
When the sun is inching
But that gives plenty of time
to run away to day dreams.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
He crawled from his van
Hair slicked back like the wind had grabbed it and never let go
"What's up man?"
His voice was shrill, and scratchy
Like a villainous rat from an animated movie
The sound of it honestly sent me into a daze
Trying to comprehend his existence
He'd carved himself a niche
Cleaning the carpets at this lackluster apartment community
I listened anxiously as he spoke to the other maintenance guy beside me
Although my time at this property was short,
I learned of Candido's way.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 12:00 AM UTC
perfectly poised, i paint poignant statures
alive yet devoid, an entrancing actor
diamonds and daggers i dazzled through
a circus girl's cunning, but a heart beats true
pirouette, ball change, waltz and twirl
singsong silly circus girl
my heart is heavy but i cannot weep
my eyes are closed but i never sleep.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
i am a blade tucked safely in Tupperware
my lonely teeth hidden under clammy pillow
feel these nightmares like they were yours
i could blush with you all night
when my mouth feels dry
it is not from the absence of presence
but from the rotundity cascade
that your hair ebbs as it collides with mine
i'd like to think this folly is something
i can put on the centerfold
a gift too pronounced with an utter
of my masked gravity inside all the
beer you pour into a proud papercup
days shrink into nothingness
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
though thine wife gladly
(and long time ago)
verily swept passed
her final child bearing year
this house broken husband
genuinely hankers to father
(yes sire re:to set sea men
"NOT FAKE," nor NONGMO
free and reduced)
and longingly participate
in parenthood again
donning baby proof couture wear
analogous (as aye imagine dragons
fire breathing worth tolerating),
those who fervently veer
yearning to undergo
*** reassignment surgery (SRS)
with unintentional surgeon's delicate tear
aye thru thoroughly anesthetized flesh,
(especially genitals under going
transformational substantial removal
via said - bravely bite ting the bullet -
sharp pinching shear)
contemplating, formulating, issuing
personal specifications to cutting crew
validating, testifying recapping re: questing
genitals do not reappear
since significant surgery purport, some hetero
****** person might **** sitter queer
yet no doubt a homosexual
and/or lesbian would ap pear
to understand completely if *****
didst unwittingly accidentally overhear
confidential conversation,
yet warmly reassured the speaker,
they did not intend to get near
enough to glean enough information
that said transexual could reduce wardrobe
with women and/or menswear
and this once distraught,
distressed, and distributed
without willingness unfairly
fated to live stemmed,
undoubtedly wrought from ****** misalignment,
would post surgery
hover off the ground and modestly
swagger off into the sunset
(this scenario projection strictly of mine)
anyway ***** could map out in one direction
destiny describing,
an upswinging trajectory linear
once future freed where gender now nsync
with physical gonadal accouterment
unconcerned if urge arises
to swivel derriere with flare.
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matthew scott
highland manor apartments
schwenksville, pennsylvania
19473
USA
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
she held all my passion
what does that even mean
?
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
Eyes daze, pseudo-malaise,
The soft lament of wasted days.
Whatever needs be done be done,
As long as none insist on clearing
My veiling haze.
Dim those lights, turn down the sounds
My mind becomes crowded,
Elbows bruising.
The further pushed from,
The deeper pushed in.
Raised voices and wagging fingers
Have no effect but a
Deeper shove to the depths.
Firm hands held haughtily between strangers
A meeting with the spirit lost
To the deep end of the well,
The cracks in bone show age
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
dandelions dueces
dancing delicacy
descending
demonstration
demonstrating
demonstrations
double dealing
darlings
dieing
death
did
die
do
dueces dandelions
?
...
..
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
When the haze wears off and you come back to reality, your senses no longer heightened return to the dull.
And you look at yourself like who am I now that I was not before?
Return to the haze where everything felt OK
kiss the sky
dance with the breeze
write poetry
feel everything that the “normal” you can not see
Live,love and get lost
be wild
Be free
lost in the haze
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
Awake , but sleeping away
Sleeping as the world changes its way,
Awake but in hazy daze
Hardly it had been days
Spinning in strays
Time slows to erupt a new end
and hasty beginning in space
Collapsing the top base
all the thought phase
The colours back in greys
Bottom is the only that stays
and my eyes starts to droop again
To wake in new land another day
in new surround , new belief circle
slowly reaching the same end someday
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC
I slip and fall, behold the water all around, this daze, the overlit tiny
space, hospital, looking at me, doctors piercing gaze.
This is it! I feel their needles pierce my side, fill me with that which
will put out my lights.
I scream and in a rush they tilt my head back and let the pills
go down my throat. I was the one who got myself trapped
by this modern castle moat.
Should have known better, but still I cry, this is it, I'll set fire
to the skies, and no one will ever again sing me sterile lullabies!
*Tick
Tock
Clock
Years
Fears
Covered the empty bed sheets
Tears
Vague memories burned into my skull
Like a flashing bulb
****
All pain is gone
The chills
Spills
Backwards
Slipping into a near coma
From my FREE drug induced state
Speeding heart rate, and yet you,
Sifting through bottles
For that one last pill
To free your cowardly self
From having any free will.*
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 9:58 PM UTC
her lips,
of blooming poppy,
hold promises of *****
slipping past the choices,
knowing they'd be caught
too late, and not before
they've met desires
secretly
in shadows underneath
the moonlit balconies
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
he took my breath away
with none but one gaze
exposing my scattered brain
a memory clear but a haze
i saw him in hindsight
yet i was still stuck in a daze
to count how many times
i lost myself in so many ways
and like fog he quickly faded
leaving me alone in the chase
i almost caught him but i missed
despite focusing on his face
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC