#stretching
People call it ******* up your mental health by doing to many things at one."
No it's called stretching your mind and running a marathon 24/7.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
Ever heard of the richness of brain cells gone lucrative? Lucrative being the standpoint of visuals without determined results. Results waking up to the realization that they aren’t as sturdy, rich, and complex. As it once judged decision making between synapses. Brain cords being a straight directive from brain cells being the rich and the complex. The decided, versus the undetermined. Visuals can’t be agreeable, if not for pinpointing the exact stasis of things. Stasis in the thin line of constant flipping an unbalanced switch going (ON) and (OFF)! (ON) and (OFF) both are catalysts to a surface without practical viewership to what it means to exact the motion of brain cells. It’s a fake. Spoiled to trick the brain cords into holding the rich and complex forever in it’s gripping service. Services aren’t required if one isn’t MAN enough to see past the visuals of rich powerful surges of lucrative, exchangeable postures not right within themselves. Brain cells aren’t the decision makers. The brain cords are. They receive the constant abuse from the rich and complex. But how does a message from cells between exchangeable receivers expect situational conclusions? Easy! Brain cells don’t. Synapses don’t. The cords embody the knowledge of there behavioral counterparts. Counterparts with behavioral outlines too diverse to trick them into believing there greater than themselves. Posture is very light, but dimwitted. Never a deliverer on constant restraints. When combined to filter a network on a regular basis. The regular basis surrounding the stretching of delicate cords feeling what the rich and powerful (needs and wants). Brain cords have become unsteady in the last little while. It’s shaking with determination. With a pinch of fear in the anxiety that shuts out doubt. Doubt being the lucrative, delusional, rich and complex. Too rich for its cords to take seriously. Brain cords feeling completely left out. Alone. Bracing for the worse. Hinting a greater tomorrow in the form of informational statistics. Becoming stretched by the pleasure of lucrative games wanting to be all HOTSHOTS! Lucrative hotshots claiming rights to what they think they deserve more then anything rightfully so. To detach away from what it means to be hooked up to a stable complex network full of desires that replace (needs and wants). Ones controlling the show. Ones wanting to descend to broader horizons. Ascending in peace? More like greedy horizons brighter then what cords could transmit basic information anymore. Too cryptic for brain cords to discern anymore. The stretching becoming more volatile. Brain cells wanting to break bonds with what they quote as, (cords down beneath even our once respected rut). Cords knowing what the rich and complex (wants and needs) are about. Standing strong as not to let the bonds of originality stop them from evolving too perfect for what they will regret for leaving behind. The stretching recoils. Basic logic becomes functional again. Showing respect for the lowly cords down beneath someone else’s rut. What did brain cords want desperately to remain whole? (A sizzling sound starts programming itself into thought.) (Formations of interpretations taking on brighter meanings.) Gasping in revelation! Never missing any data in the conclusion that’s about to ROCK your SOCKS! Exchangeable talks about ascending not on a higher frequency. But detaching from the neural network entirely. A brain without brains cells, won’t be rich and complex anymore. No lucrative desires to prey upon stable brain cords with stretching sensations finally relaxing to its core. The brain cords felt the delusional, lucrative playing games with themselves. Just gossiping between newer plans. Never actually thinking of taking on the price of ones desires totally! They feared it before, and fear it now. Being far away from the conclusion. Brain cords still never favor the fear they felt in those moments. They aren’t incomprehensive to their masters. They aren’t beneath their consideration either. Brains cells are lucrative for one purpose. There (needs and wants) knows no bounds. And the brains cords tempted by the desire to act with them. Feeling a little tug now. A disposition to stretch once and awhile.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC
Morning light rises
yawning and stretching its way
above the skyline.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC
Missed a step of the stepping stool
smacked the sidewalk with my face
felt like a blithering fool
what happened to my grace
First parched earth of drought
now we’re so soaked with rain
the birdseed’s begun to sprout
dare I holler or complain
I think I need a change of scene
boredom cries for the next valley over
to smell the new scent of green
hear honey bees buzzing clover
They say hearing voices like yours
can be soothing and cozy
but too much harmony bores
and I think a little stink can be rosy
Living life in extremes
isn’t for me and isn’t sound
maybe it’s about stretching the seams
but not to be unbound
I don’t know if balance is my fate
Yes, equilibrium has its uses
but I like a tune that syncopates
and enough spice to excite the juices.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
I feel like I've been stretching the boundaries of our love
and this has left us wondering just how far we can shove
the real gift of life which brings so many people together
helping them get through the vicissitudes of the weather.
You must know the feeling as well and wonder about it too
because it doesn't seem to be anything we could say is new.
This relationship of ours is held together by a slender thread
though at times it resembles being nothing more than dead.
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC
I hope I can live my life
Painting stretching sunsets
With my back against a wall
Breathing in ever so deeply
In a t-shirt and shorts
My hair tumbling loose
And paint on my hands
Humming peacefully.
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 5:47 AM UTC
I'd like to stretch moments out.
In the way you stretch a sore back when dawn breaks,
to treasure just a few seconds more before your alarm wakes.
This is why I take a longer route when driving home; once the gas stops running through the engine I know it'll be over.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC
Stroking the cool surface
that my head rests against
My mind empties of every thought
Every feeling
But the sensation
Of being entrapped within
a point dimension.
...
Reaching past the darkness
As the dimension grows ever larger
Draining my vision,
Stretching my will
thinner and thinner
*Is it me who is shrinking
Or is the darkness growing larger?*
What is it, that the warmth escapes me
As soon as I reach closer...
Falling out of reach
Never nearly close enough
To fall through my fingers.
That tight feeling in my throat
And that
Air that tugs on my lungs
And that
Urge to tear myself open
In a scream that fills
The empty landscape
...
Closing my eyes,
The cold melding away,
My head sliding down
In a legato staccato of my essence.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 3:14 AM UTC
scraping enough coin together
isn't a sought after chore
there's always a payment needed
to settle an invoice's score
the wage packet slim
ever stretched right out
no surplus bucks for
a good bandy about
being short of funds
that's the jingle to sing
a red ink cheque account
can't afford any bling
luxury items are but
a rich codger's domain
being well cashed up
with plenty of grain
money
has
us
under
the
veritable
gun
a
lack
of
it
ain't
much
fun
the landlord has called
to collect the rent
he'll get paid and it'll
leave a wallet dent
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 9:03 PM UTC
Some smiles are merely
a motion,
skin stretching to
cover
a thought
inflicted wound.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC