"brainwork" poems
Few lines Inspired by lyrics from Ludo & Imogen Heap.
What’s this?
You don’t understand?
Let me explain; let me fuel your mind…
Let the memories you so quickly shut out turn on the lights.
And as you sleep with soundless dreams
Do not underestimate me!
I will push and shove until I sink through your skin…. grinding against your bones until our marrows mix.
As you can see, I was not ready to let go.
You didn’t notice?
Yet you couldn’t wait to slip through the cracks of us.
I was so wrapped up in you, oh so much tighter than your drugs ever were and ever will be.
Trying to show you how much higher I could take you.
You always liked taking chances, take a chance on me!
No?
I guess second best is always okay.
I guess all my dreams that now sit at the bottom of that stupid tide pool, are there for an eternity of resting.
While the shattered pieces of us cut me with every “could have been”.
Have I hit the brain yet? How about the memories? CAN YOU HEAR ME?
It’s been a few minutes, it’s a miracle how you haven’t, with your hideous curse of soundless dreams and silent sleeps. Does it worry you, that late at night, when I get lonely I sink into your dreams?
LISTEN!
You’re always so perfect when you sleep.
Please, let me soak a little deeper in.
We all have something that digs at us, let me dig at you!
Just let me dig too deep and HAVE to stay in this memory.
THIS ONE. I found it!
You promised to never forget this moment.
It’s dusty…
You buried it.
You hid it, and me, beneath electric clouds and a wasteland of pain.
How could you?
How dare you?
Am I disturbing your slumber?
I’m twisting the very wires of your brainwork.
I will make you remember if I have to.
Don’t tempt me.
****
My new, significant other, has woken up in the bed beside my body.
I should get back.
Just know I’d rather swim in your worst nightmares then bathe in my most pleasant dreams… just to swim with you.
ILoveYou.
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 2:18 PM UTC
ink running low
callus on my fingers
my rhyme with no flow
frozen creativity
limited words
blank thoughts within me
writer's block
my common enemy
brainwork in a rock
my mind unable to function
stuck and lost
no motivation
it's not that i cannot write
or brainstorm or draw but
i simply just cannot think tonight
-djs
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
The letters are aligned for you; stay
Drumming force of an army, and thousands of soldiers yet to come
Sleep, come my way
I dread the night and the brainwork that trails
Dark heartfelt burn by each passing day
Destined to lonely confinement
Contained
Cared for and then disdained
“Beware! despairing hope, the birth of a thought!”
Full moon, pale old rock, no cause for delight
a shimmering light that of silver, soldiers at the gates!
I descended, opened the gates
now stay
O the heart, heart knows no retreat
Misplaced, has it not been the case?
Prisoned in a dying body; a cave
Sentenced to expectancies; decay
Undead
occupied at last, toasting red wine
“Never been more alive” a lie
Cure the heart with reason
revolt! shake off this helplessness
all I see is the science behind beauty and her forgetful nature
I remembered the nameless shadows they were once close at bay; treason
And he, the lingering shadow of doubt, romanticized pain. an addiction, lack of shame
While she, cloud-footed and unaware, left to become a nameless ghost
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
He's off to spend every night and day
Watching his dreams slowly fade away
Into the void of endless abyss,
The blackened skies of a hazy mist.
He longingly recalls his desires,
Cast asunder in their pyre.
The world decreed that he'll never need
Such useless whims in his foul mire!
"What good could you ever try to prove?
You were made to fail, and born to lose!
You think you only need be clever
To saunter your way through this grand ruse?"
Although they tried, he stands undeterred
From their efforts to make him unnerved.
He calmly waits for his opportune
Break into eminence, coming soon!
Though he witnessed his dream's demise,
He knew quite well it spelled not the end.
He felt confident when he surmised
That on his dreams, he could depend!
He knew the death of an idea
Could only beget another's birth.
When one seems to fall, the next stands tall,
And what ensues brings plentiful mirth!
All these dreams, they shan't stop producing,
It just takes an active fantasy!
You can spend as much time as needed,
And you're bound to think infinitely
About all the possibilities
You could imagine eternally!
Endless bouts of fruitful pondering,
All this brainwork, you'll be marvelling!
Though you stifle our labors, it seems
Nothing can truly **** all our dreams!
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC
My thoughts are all scattered around like pages but in a book of torn hiatus pages profoundly thoughtless. Left on a bookshelf trifling and collecting dust.
Not a single idea of life left, contemplating.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
Arisen the figure took her breath
but no longer the figure she could behold
Evil brainwork is at hand
her eyes on a stand
She knows why
but dares not penetrate
It is not hard to understand
as it is to uphold
Perplexion of her thought comes
from her incertitude
away from
Sunrise and morning dew
make it crisp to rubber boot
La estancia no esta lejos
and the figure isn't either
She tries to anchor
but it's too late
the ship has sailed and her horse knows
Something sinister in the horizon tempted
for a walk. Looking downhill she thought.
Walking upright she went.
A gazed voice asked
for her direction that to which she replied
a dirt path
Somehow she was taken in foreign dirt.
Word she was lorn.
Word she was torn.
Word she had left God.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
There exists
In this vast universe
A collection
Of silent notes
Deafening sadness
And invisible anger
That nobody knows
They're called thoughts
Some call them brainwork
Others call it a moment for us to consider the things that we know,
The things that we had,
The things that we used to love
And care
And kept
Everything is now lost
Memories going down the drain into the abyss of loneliness
Where it resides
Until there comes a time
We open it up again
Just to realize
It was never a good idea to even start with
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 1:43 AM UTC