"cognitions" poems
merely breadcrums of cognitions produced during *realities open ended coma
a world full of never ending twisted visions, imagine, imaginations experience constant states of nonexistence.
would letters rejoice with one another,
would they celebrate the specifics of the meanings re veiled by their gatherings?
or would each become a victim? could each have a new home, found sixfeet deep, causing the destruction or any bit of lingering sanity left lurking..
would colors be conceivable? would delusions actually delude, if no trace of reality or its oppisite was remaining to place firmly in ones grasp?
May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 10:25 AM UTC
Shall we drown together in deep lagoons of forensic cognitions, my seductress of medieval echelons?
As your mouth is already full, I strongly recommend that you masticate that which you initially intended to ingest.
We could become spellbound by the moon. What do you think my Vedic chant of austere arrhythmias?
I suggest that we simply need to interact without reserve amidst this toxicity of inhibition. The sound of the violin is hauntingly beautiful as it conveys literary intensity.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
I've been searching for the source of these emotions
Because jealousy and other things
Are typically a result of your own perceptions
And it took me awhile to figure it out
I lost some blood along this unknown path
But then I came upon the answers
Because of something my best friend said
And now it all makes sense
I have always had a problem
With investing too much of myself into love
I begin identifying too strongly with the relationship
And any roadblocks feel as though
My entire universe is crashing before me
And looking at this one here
I've done the exact same thing
When we were first together
I told you I needed to continue working on myself
In order to avoid giving you all of my energy
And as soon as I stopped doing that
I fell into old habits
So it makes sense why I feel entirely crazy these days
Why I can consciously recognize that
You having another partner isn't the end of my world
Because you still love me
And I love you undyingly
Yet I still had overwhelming negative cognitions
That made me feel like dying
And now I realize that
In order to deal with these feelings
I have to focus on me again
Recognize that I need to improve myself
For myself
And then this will get easier
Thankfully it already has
Because I love you so much more
When I'm taking care of myself
Because instead of feeling like I have
No real choice but to stay
It now feels like a beautiful privilege
And it truly is
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
Afternoon-light in our periphery
our cerebellums glowing happy like...
maybe a plate of cheesecake, and two bent forks
the atoms that separate 'you' from 'me'
laughing within a jitterbug
but now there's no cake for us.
Why aren't you here?
afternoon-light in our periphery
and our cognitions like a strawberry swirl
Sweet, home-made, toujours innocente
and I scratch your brilliant head for
the secret to unconditional love
and your smile becomes lyrics,
the first line of a perfect song.
Shoulda come.
At the bottom of a teacup, we reveal
our secret selves, in a boy scout pact of friendship
spit-locking our hearts into a ferocious loyalty
to take care of each other in our parallel lives
and to cherish what we cannot see.
Because I cannot see you,
and you cannot see me.
I forgive you, next time- it'sraininganyways
i'mnotmad, *i just don'twant to revealhow
muchyou mean tome.*
You shoulda come, friend.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
So much is lost in the neuron journey-
from mind to mouth
from ears to you
My mouth is the source of great miscommunications
constantly tripping over thoughts
without the intention, or even a glance back,
to retrieve those scattered words
And so my saddness is audible anger
the lump in my throat was only bypassed with shouting
How is anyone understood at all?
standing under the shade of preconceived personalities
We see OUR point
but others' appear so dull
they dont leave a scratch on the surface
of our concrete cognitions
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
Burdensome to breathe,
Laborious to walk,
Clutch back tears as my hands tremble.
Thoughts scramble,
'I'm a failure,'
'I'll never be good enough,'
At the forefront of cognitions.
Cycling through,
Impede on concentration,
And everything done can no longer stop it.
Crawl inside.
Shrink and revert.
I become seven again.
Take each word and misconstrue the meaning,
Multiply the effect,
Undervalue any positive utterance ,
Discount any commendable contemplation.
And all I want to do is escape.
Disappear and give up,
Start over with nothing.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 1:52 PM UTC
"You are what you eat"
until one day you don't
and that's what you become
n o t h i n g (beautiful?)
your cognitions like broken clock cogs
s l o w s l o w s l o w (perfect?)
tabula rasa is the body unbefouled by
nourishment (enemy?)
And the walls are washed white
Nature sickly perverts vitality
The cornucopia becomes a conspiracy
To sully your porcelain
e m p t i n e s s (happiness?)
hypoglycemia makes you shake
but not as hard as eating a whole meal
Can one person be so myriad?
This identity could not possibly fit inside a body.
Dreamer. Comedian. Thinker.
Friend. Musician. Writer. Smiler.
Lover. Wisher. Runner. Fighter.
Bulimic.
And there it is: ugliest of all words.
This identity could not possibly fit inside a body,
and you see, it doesn't.
It breaks it.
I don't know how
but
I will win
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 3:26 PM UTC
Grey. You are invisible to hungering eyes.
Except perhaps to mine. I see you with my memory.
You are anchored in my mind.
Grey. Grey. There.
The spectral photograph of your architecture.
Ensconced in mist. What have you to hide?
Your regal spine, adorned in halfsleep shades of midnight.
Rucked up around your amber skin.
There are mirrors everywhere that speak in half-light
As it gathers about you the blush deepens and ebbs.
I think of violets.
You are so very still.
I watch you magnetically with my entireness
With want of telling you tangibly
Coloured cognitions
My heart is yours.
It is all stained glass.
Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
Here comes the black;
Wrapped in softer afternoons and distorted visions of God
(Or was it Godess who kissed my tender lips?)
While I waited on Earth to strike my shattered remains.
I was never one to believe in fairy tales,
But the truth is harder to hide
Than the hair from my razor.
What is it I am left with?
Hollowed desires?
Poisoned cognitions?
Absent thoughts?
Always.
There was never any other way to express my love
For the powers that be.
Am I to believe that Nothing really equates
To my existence?
No.
Refusal is my only option.
I love the way I can **** my own reality.
I love the way I can **** yours in my perception.
And mostly,
I want to love you.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 4:50 AM UTC
When misery dominates cognitions,
Morals travel to a foreign land,
Leaving logic to solve problems unassisted.
Guidance is challenging as thoughts think ruthlessly,
Trying hard to find the right perception,
But life always hits into hardships.
We want a solution back to meaning,
Where simplification from life seems to make sense,
A place that can be happier through our own ethics.
The return to principles starts with remembrance of purpose,
Recognizing the fight we have been struggling over,
As realizing goals will help discover people’s beliefs.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 4:33 AM UTC
Mental illness held me prisoner,
As dread controlled my cognitions.
A hostage that could break anxiety,
Held captive by my own demons.
Forced into a life of isolation,
Hiding to avoid society’s flaws.
Needing to conquer apprehension,
Struggling to get out of my chains.
Declaring war against my fright,
Bravery had to prevail to beat horror.
Fighting panic as phobias resisted,
Battling an enemy that denied living.
Courage broke breakable steel,
Made from fear that was meant to fracture.
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC
this is how the poetry bows out
the tying of the tongue,
fingertips are shaved, nubbed,
heart seized, it rhyming ceased,
veins are dammed, arteries blocked,
the emotional fled, to a wild wind wed,
this is how the poetry bows down ‘n out
the remainders, sticky stuck, viscous,
through small pore filters they leak,
with the soap and the sins, all drained,
the shower uses holy water to no avail,
this is how the poetry bows down ‘n out
the brain cognitions loss, realizing a release
ending, time sensitized, the mantelpiece badly
cracked, each of the body’s words in reliquaries hidden,
the other worldly acquaintances greet him joyously,
commence a choir chant, a motet centuries old,
this, this! is how the poetry bows out
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 10:26 AM UTC
Boredom and extra time is by my side,
As cognitions dwell on painful events.
Historical and present moments eat up my thoughts,
Thinking how these circumstances can affect destiny.
Depression and anxiety kicks into gear when pondering fate,
Wondering if a secure future is bound for glory in my life.
In order to protect myself from the unknown riddles,
I must stay active with my body and mind throughout the day.
Letting the brain explore new ideas by reading books,
Or moving my muscles through an exercise routine.
Staying occupied due to hobbies of enjoyment is key to sanity,
Always making sure that I’m busy by activities which produce smiles.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
As you kick me out your house to leave
I do concede
These feelings that I plead
For you
My heart still bleeds
For you
But whether you understand or care
Is neither here nor there
I simply breathe air
For you
An unrequited affair
For you
These words are conglomerated
Only confusion is created
Cognitions translated
For you
Feelings inflated
For you
A bleak misunderstanding
A fatal crash-landing
But feelings expanding
For you
Notwithstanding
For you
Despite this bitter fate
These feelings won’t abate
I will stand by and wait
For you
In a terrible state
For you
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 9:55 PM UTC
Feeling like you don’t get enough respect,
Thoughts of negativity creep up in the mind.
When you are offended by the acts of others,
Harmful pride eats up your cognitions.
Anger over resentment causes hatred,
Leading to the paths of hostilities.
Don’t let people’s opinions run your life,
Remember that your viewpoints are top priority.
If you honor yourself through loving you,
The route to happiness is waiting ahead.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
i will say i will see you tomorrow someday
& slice & carve the hardened clay
until molten emotions rise & flow away
& all around me sounds decay
& all the sights dim & rise then fade
until i’m left fighting this white abyss
while my cognitions give in & commit
to rearrange the big bang of my existence
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 7:04 PM UTC
I feel nostalgic with you
But why?
It couldn’t be because of how long I’ve known you
For our time together has been short
It couldn’t be from long conversations, drowned by thoughts and feelings
For we talk much, but not forever
But it’s worth remembering
Because your thoughts pierce my skin like knives
Bleeding my bad blood out
Through the cognitions contained in your cranium that control and combat every whimsical thought I have ever had and turn it on its head like a top, spinning my mind endlessly into oblivion with words like wine and ideas like cigarettes
For I feel nostalgic with you because, well,
You’re all I’ve thought about for years
Dreamed about for years
Fell in love with over and over again for years
I’ve known you ever since I can remember
I just didn’t know you were real
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
Misery was always in the plot,
Telling a tale consisting of hardships.
Determination created a fast path to glory,
As the end result led to new experiences.
Feelings of joy produced intense emotions,
With the mind learning how to adapt to bliss.
Life is moving at lightning speed with thrills,
Instead of dragging out in a pit of despair.
As my cognitions are adjusting to change,
I will always fight to keep contentment alive.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
They just use me.
Gripped by the hands of vengeance
Magnetizing attention,
I am the essence of negative presence.
Manufactured to protect and defend
Not to descend you or any of your friends.
Being brought into many cold days and ****** nights
Manipulated into assisting homicide
They fill my cold stainless steel torso with unwanted slugs
As my head is cocked back,
I envision the man in the scrubs.
Then I am released.
Spitting out a regret,
I yearn for I have probably just killed your first born.
Media convinces that this world is torn
Wars from shore to shore causes you to ignore what I’m really for
Police cores don’t help
Every time they see a minority walk out a drugstore they’re quick to say “Knees on the floor”
Then wrongly accuses for having darker colored pores
This is what happens when I am abused
Cognitions stir confused
I apologize but I am misunderstood
My owner deserves to be accused
Because I have been misused.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
They cut my palms from wrist to middle finger
tethers that were my formation of all were
sacrificed for there gratitude for my sight was
not to be formatted into a form there eyes to yield
A difference of consciousness and so my embodiment
of creation was but word and thought.
But I knew if I was too breach the wind. what could not
be penned though even many had blossomed from
cognitions of knowledge. these seeds of enlightenment
would be severed from the root. I would be
a mute as the clear sky nothing but wisps of
colour but nothing seen or heard.
I am a poet a drawer of creation either malignant
or statuesque, Words that could open a thousand
doors in the subconscious or unbar that singular one
that could enlighten the world. But alas I am
of a place where my thoughts are but a jest that would
be expunged from others minds.
"I linger in infinitely, but I am but a grain falling for a moment,
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
**Quantum Awareness
lurks behind words of
General Relativity
and arises in Question:
What is aware
of this warping of fabric..?
Is Awareness warping itself
with our experience here
as gravity and objects
and time and space..?
Extreme warping
our minds name as
black holes
in which gravity
with its objects
time and space
these cognitions of mind
dissolve into the
flames of Now...
Our recognition at last
of our real Self:
Happiness and Peace
named here as
Quantum Awareness...**
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
Cajoled corpus in consonant with
the ceaseless cardiac cadence
coaxing my cerebral cortex
Cochlea convolutions cause
camarilla cognitions of
cascading calescence
Corresponding combinations
cavorting like czardas
as my clavicle collar climbs
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
Fearing the predestined path is brutal,
As the heightened response dreads an upcoming plan.
Anticipating the worst scenario possible,
Stress takes its toll on the body and mind.
Dwelling the future route with scary predictions,
Panicking as alarms blare by not knowing the course.
The puzzle will be solved through time,
Playing the waiting game through fright.
Always focusing the on riddle is unhealthy,
Yet worry is a powerful emotion that is harsh.
Controlling anticipated anxiety is difficult,
But is manageable by forming a positive mindset.
Directing attention to structured activities helps,
Taking the cognitions to a place of harmony.
Optimistic thinking while planning a schedule is key,
Pacing yourself towards the moment of truth correctly.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC