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"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.
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Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 2:18 PM UTC
You're hideous, i love you
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.
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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
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
Writer's Block
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
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
Stay
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!
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC
The Death and Rebirth of a Dream
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.
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Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
Brainwork
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.
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Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
Cross
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
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 1:43 AM UTC
The book of loneliness