#reflex - Hello Poetry

everything in life is tech-ordered, in this age of mega-multitasking, the brain poorly functions, so in its defense, the brain leans on learned reflexive behaviors she, on the couch, cashmere blanket covered, the Tv platform reconstituted as a drone, a politician in front of a camera pontificating, while she scans the Ipad, and both me and god, don’t know what more she might need (to buy) so when I stroke her legs, to give added heat to her fiber-edged warming, I do it more than once to test my theoretical, she responds repeatical, unhesitatingly “hello my love” after the fourth or sixth testing, she looks up, ears perking, sensing, knowing, something is afoot (a-legged?) quizingly asking, “ok, what’s up?” I smile, and explain most rationally, that in furtherance of my current poem, now underway, I was testing my leitmotif, that even love benefits from proper training <> *no, I will not show her this poem, lest she show me in return, her new self-improvement, her recently-learned-at-home, mindful, meditative training in* kickboxing skills.

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Apr 14, 2020

Apr 14, 2020 at 12:10 PM UTC

onlylovepoetry

Her best reflex (“hello my love”)

everything in life is tech-ordered, in this age of mega-multitasking, the brain poorly functions, so in its defense, the brain leans on learned reflexive behaviors she, on the couch, cashmere blanket covered, the Tv platform reconstituted as a drone, a politician in front of a camera pontificating, while she scans the Ipad, and both me and god, don’t know what more she might need (to buy) so when I stroke her legs, to give added heat to her fiber-edged warming, I do it more than once to test my theoretical, she responds repeatical, unhesitatingly “hello my love” after the fourth or sixth testing, she looks up, ears perking, sensing, knowing, something is afoot (a-legged?) quizingly asking, “ok, what’s up?” I smile, and explain most rationally, that in furtherance of my current poem, now underway, I was testing my leitmotif, that even love benefits from proper training <> *no, I will not show her this poem, lest she show me in return, her new self-improvement, her recently-learned-at-home, mindful, meditative training in* kickboxing skills.

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i'm afraid your ride has ended here, do not bother to try to travel further, i can't let you closer, it only get colder, i can't get any bolder, i swear i tried, the thought of letting you in anymore, it sends shivers down my spine, i would love to- but i can't, this reflex can't be stopped, don't you ever wonder what people are whispering? the way they grin, what if it is all fake? what if they aren't real? what if they are using me?

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Mar 21, 2018

Mar 21, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC

spiral-whirl

trust issues

i'm afraid your ride has ended here, do not bother to try to travel further, i can't let you closer, it only get colder, i can't get any bolder, i swear i tried, the thought of letting you in anymore, it sends shivers down my spine, i would love to- but i can't, this reflex can't be stopped, don't you ever wonder what people are whispering? the way they grin, what if it is all fake? what if they aren't real? what if they are using me?

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You hide behind a curtain of insecurity, blushing and allowing your eyes to fall to the floor when they give you kind words to follow and acknowledge. Deflection is a skill so fine tuned and honed that it's innate, a reflex built into your body. Yet you never stopped to think that they never had to say those lovely things and they chose to anyway because they truly believed them. Perhaps it's time for you to believe them too.

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Apr 26, 2017

Apr 26, 2017 at 4:38 PM UTC

scarletniamh

Honesty

You hide behind a curtain of insecurity, blushing and allowing your eyes to fall to the floor when they give you kind words to follow and acknowledge. Deflection is a skill so fine tuned and honed that it's innate, a reflex built into your body. Yet you never stopped to think that they never had to say those lovely things and they chose to anyway because they truly believed them. Perhaps it's time for you to believe them too.

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One night, one evening Girl, scared O’re the toilet she’s heaving Ok Refrain Another shot On the way Methane ******* Ecstasy in her, broke veins Insane Propane She puts down the bottle to find her Left brain Mundane How to drown out This pain This pain Her thought train Now just an empty track Please Father I pray Give this girl her life back Hey but, This time around She’s gonna be alright This time around She’s gonna put up a fight This time around She’s ready to ignite Yea this time around She’s gonna get it right Sayin’ This time around She’s gonna be alright This time around She’s gonna take it to the heights This time around She’s ready to rewrite Yea this time around She’s gonna get it right Comeback Icepack She’s feeling around Pitchblack Missed that Take a deep breath Fill her air sack Kickback Relax Stop time Rewind To the gods above She whined But they could only sit there and laugh At the suffering of their favorite little handicraft One second from a blast From the past “Why me” she would ask She would ask Agast Harassed Daddy put his hand on her back Abashed She lashed Against the bed roughcast Night after night And day after day Their little secret Would never ever walk away Down the street Watch her feet Clippings on the concrete Retreat So sweet Calm her little heartbeat Repeat safe Repeat scared Find comfort in ******* on her hair Get away from him Get away from them She ain’t never gonna go back again She’s on her own now It’s up to her Mindset switch Emotional transfer Ain’t nothing but a reflex you see Little girl grown up She drinks away reality

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Nov 4, 2016

Nov 4, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC

To the big man i gave Money, a smile, kindness Civility To the little girl i gave Orders, a frown, rudeness Denial Of her Buddha nature No different from the big man's

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Aug 6, 2016

Aug 6, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC

mark-wanless

To the Big Man

To the big man i gave Money, a smile, kindness Civility To the little girl i gave Orders, a frown, rudeness Denial Of her Buddha nature No different from the big man's

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i've had the same question for days, and i most definitely am not gonna ask you this was always about myself you're gonna scream you never knew but the only thing worse than not knowing is you thinking that i don't know. maybe, loving you was a reflex and you never broke me it always took just a second for me to crumble down in your hands. maybe it was never your hands after all. buzz, buzz, buzz did i ever love you or were you an escape? did i ever love you or were your name just drops of ink i needed to fill this crumpled journal.

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Mar 16, 2015

Mar 16, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC

raisarft

re-evaluate

i've had the same question for days, and i most definitely am not gonna ask you this was always about myself you're gonna scream you never knew but the only thing worse than not knowing is you thinking that i don't know. maybe, loving you was a reflex and you never broke me it always took just a second for me to crumble down in your hands. maybe it was never your hands after all. buzz, buzz, buzz did i ever love you or were you an escape? did i ever love you or were your name just drops of ink i needed to fill this crumpled journal.

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you used to love the taste of my name on your tongue, until summer rolled around and your taste buds changed. however, my mouth still waters.

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Aug 1, 2014

Aug 1, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC

klaudia-e

(insert your name)

you used to love the taste of my name on your tongue, until summer rolled around and your taste buds changed. however, my mouth still waters.

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