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I was taught in science that matter and energy cannot be created or destroyed, and is simply manipulated into different forms and transferred to other objets. In Psychology I was taught about the pre-frontal cortex, and how it houses the emotions of the human soul, and about the hippocampus which carefully extracting these emotions into long term memory so they can live forever. I wasn’t taught how these emotions were conserved. I started wondering to myself, where the **** do the emotions one puts into another go? Can emotions be created or destroyed inside the pre-frontal cortex? Or are they simply transferred from mine to yours, which allows you to put effort into someone else, leaving my emotional remnants to manipulate themselves into pain? Am I able to transfer my feelings into your PFC so they can spark a reaction with whats inside and manipulate them into something different? Maybe thats how mutual feelings come about. But would it not work if your necessary reactants have already been transferred elsewhere? I assume my emotions would react with your painful remnants to leave you neutral again, giving you the choice to forget him or feed him a bit more. Then how the **** do the feelings of one change as time goes on? I assume that infatuation never completes its journey to the hippocampus and simply passes through the PFC. But how do emotions get manipulated into something negative after the rare chance that they complete the savage journey to the long term chamber? The intermolecular forces of the bond created between us possibly gets overcome by something more powerful. Something that has been freshly transferred into the PFC of one of the emotional bond carriers; like fear, or the emotional energy of someone new, and she’ll tell him “it wasn’t meant to be” Which explains how you can move on whilst I can’t as my bond is also broken, but without consent, my their emotions to go haywire and destroy my psyche as they’re not bonded to anything. I’m “broken”. Although the intermolecular forces of the emotions inside your PFC have been overcome and manipulated into something new, the old emotional bonds still exist in her hippocampus, as well as his. Emotions will constantly haunt me from there, creating constant relapse as the painful memories are resurrected and transferred back into his PFC. They’ll haunt you too, possibly reacting with your current state to create regret. Either regret of breaking the bonds or forming them in the first place. I’ll reach a neutral state again, and you will have your turn to be broken when emotions from someone else are transferred respectively. But we’ll never forget each other. So i guess love never dies. Only active love. As the emotions in the hippocampus are set in stone whilst that in the PFC are transferred and manipulated, just like matter, and energy. After all, we are just matter, with energy.
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 4:23 AM UTC
Law of Conservation of Emotion
I was taught in science that matter and energy cannot be created or destroyed, and is simply manipulated into different forms and transferred to other objets. In Psychology I was taught about the pre-frontal cortex, and how it houses the emotions of the human soul, and about the hippocampus which carefully extracting these emotions into long term memory so they can live forever. I wasn’t taught how these emotions were conserved. I started wondering to myself, where the **** do the emotions one puts into another go? Can emotions be created or destroyed inside the pre-frontal cortex? Or are they simply transferred from mine to yours, which allows you to put effort into someone else, leaving my emotional remnants to manipulate themselves into pain? Am I able to transfer my feelings into your PFC so they can spark a reaction with whats inside and manipulate them into something different? Maybe thats how mutual feelings come about. But would it not work if your necessary reactants have already been transferred elsewhere? I assume my emotions would react with your painful remnants to leave you neutral again, giving you the choice to forget him or feed him a bit more. Then how the **** do the feelings of one change as time goes on? I assume that infatuation never completes its journey to the hippocampus and simply passes through the PFC. But how do emotions get manipulated into something negative after the rare chance that they complete the savage journey to the long term chamber? The intermolecular forces of the bond created between us possibly gets overcome by something more powerful. Something that has been freshly transferred into the PFC of one of the emotional bond carriers; like fear, or the emotional energy of someone new, and she’ll tell him “it wasn’t meant to be” Which explains how you can move on whilst I can’t as my bond is also broken, but without consent, my their emotions to go haywire and destroy my psyche as they’re not bonded to anything. I’m “broken”. Although the intermolecular forces of the emotions inside your PFC have been overcome and manipulated into something new, the old emotional bonds still exist in her hippocampus, as well as his. Emotions will constantly haunt me from there, creating constant relapse as the painful memories are resurrected and transferred back into his PFC. They’ll haunt you too, possibly reacting with your current state to create regret. Either regret of breaking the bonds or forming them in the first place. I’ll reach a neutral state again, and you will have your turn to be broken when emotions from someone else are transferred respectively. But we’ll never forget each other. So i guess love never dies. Only active love. As the emotions in the hippocampus are set in stone whilst that in the PFC are transferred and manipulated, just like matter, and energy. After all, we are just matter, with energy.
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These shadows shelter you tonight. Right here you'll feel the tunes of the keys speak. These melodic keys convey words I've conserved so open up your heart's ears and hear what I've been meaning to tell you. Traces of your scents remain even if you exit into the warmth of light. These keys continuously play in the dark. Words I've never said conveyed in a pulse about my chest are now transmitted into these keys. Pretty much,I don't know about the C-4 note but I'll continue to play with these keys just so you see meaning in what I wrote. Perhaps this isn't a poem,call it a "see-for-note"
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
50 Shades Of Darkness: Lonely Piano In The Dark: The C-4 Note
Truth a Stinging Bee Compassion promotes Was ever by Chance I try to Avoid But asking for such from your direct Mote Was in fact Soothing as much as a Toy Shelled? Yes as far as I have just observed Those charmed Somniloquies your Voice expressed In Art, why not? Mosaics are much conserved Though tiled in Paradise of Colours concessed Calming this haply your Passion consumes Amongst Events the Water soothes and calms Direct Object Happy; Go put out the Fumes Which blinds Good Fish spitting Coins for their Alms. Still this Summary chose you for your Grace For me, next Spell, will adapt to your Face.
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - THIRTY - TOM DALEY
I promise to love you when it's hard. I promise to feel you from the heart. I promise to always be here. I promise not to live in fear. I promise I'm not perfect. I promise I'll try to be. I promise to not be conserved. I promise to love you how you deserve. I promise to walk the walk. I promise to always be here to talk. I promise to be everything you need. I promise to try to be what you want. I promise you this promise, with a full heart. I promise this promise soul to soul. I promise to always keep my word. I promise you this promise, because I love you. I promise.
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Sep 7, 2023
Sep 7, 2023 at 10:21 PM UTC
I promise
They tell me I am powerless Listen to the blue bird There is no need we are conserved My voice is undisturbed We can read We aren’t this helpless piece of **** We are mighty and this it The  proclamation to world of devastation We’re invested Our mind deserves a revelation Awake to the curse To be heard We are  not young and dumb We are the next generation It is our time to be heard Watch out we are about to be unearthed
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Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
It's about that time
Ever untouched by prying eyes Your incandescence knows no price No quantity of gold could wager Your glimmering translucency For beauty sits through frosted glass It knows no mirror image In sunny spells it lights the way Just possible to distinguish At night it sits upon the lake Which ruminates inside your head To change you but remain unchanged To glow when couples wed You are the anthropomorphism Of waves on a summers day You are the moment two opposing Paths conjoin in harmony In the instance your cover’s blown Your reflection sits untampered For that instant your delicate soul Lies naked, conserved, unhampered For all of this I sit in awe As viscous silver streams Carve channels at your feet Ejecting precious molten metals Which ignite with scorching heat I find the strength to sit up Then rise up onto my knees Put out your hand and pull me up I feel so deeply of your beauty I cannot help but smile When I think of your gift to me It strikes me that time has passed Since the sun shone to illuminate Just how grateful I am to have an Opposing path through frosted glass A flower to my unkempt leaves.
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
Natural Painkiller
She was once a lost soul, Lost in this dark place where she once felt it even hard to breathe at times. She wanted it all to end one day, She could no longer take all the pain and pressure she was feeling. Suffocated with doubt and anxiety she was all alone in this dark place, No one to turn and talk to, No shoulder's to lean and cry on. Flooded on the inside with emotion's and tears, When she just wanted someone to take away all her fears. So some years passed by she met this tall handsome guy, Loving and caring with big gloomy luxurious eyes. He promised her the life she deserved, Without her knowing he would be so conserved. He grounded her with tenacious love. As he continued to rescue her from this mysterious fantasy, He began to realize she was his ecstasy.
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
Once A Lost Soul
Arguing with disenchanted fractions of lust Conserved in tributaries of fickle vestibules Tactical pin ****** tranquilly distribute the crux of all misunderstood and demoralized charlatans The levee enveloped in a felt like fabric Dense and coarse It had a mnemonic quality Crafting a picture of my childhood bedroom Mother would be oh so proud
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Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
Cheese sandie
UNLIKELY FRIENDS Your scent tends to linger around me The words from your sentences can be astounding But normally humorous Very few of us Know exactly what the two of us Connect on Agree on Or even see eye to eye Converse, and sleep on We randomly crossed one another With a "Hi and Bye" Like night fall and sunrise While My sarcasm is sinister like clouds in the night sky The gutters of my mind Are Like the gutters of my upbringings Yet still I'm a petal The depth of your eyes Are Brilliant like the depths of your mind But stubborn like the oldest metals Your style is so wild While mine is conserved A canvas scratched and scarred To make a painting so disturbed Yet it hangs on the wall Alexis J Meighan
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Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 8:38 PM UTC
UNLIKELY FRIENDS
He lays there at my feet, Deaf and nearly blind. Wearing upon him All the traces, Of his 15 summers, (105 in people years.) His coat grown sparse, A body gone frail and thin. Fatty benign tumors below his skin. A worn tired expression, Almost always visible, On his still sweet old dog face. Yet there is something regal, About this aged fellow. With the dignity of maturity He moves about his domain, With a cautious measured pace, And conserved energy suited To the elderly among us. He prefers one mounded spot, In our yard, on high ground, On the greenest grass, In the summer sun, That restores and warms His old bones. Diligently working the breeze with his still receptive nose, Sensing the things he can, No longer see or hear. Appreciating and feeling all That he has left to him. This likely his last summer. And he and I both know it. We two old souls can sense, The end is drawing near. I reach down rub and scratch, His soft Yellow Labrador ears, Tail rhythmically thumping the deck, He succumbs and leans into my touch. Closes his eyes and receives my love. He is my son’s and grandson’s dog. The first dog my son ever owned. The companion that has slept At the foot of my two grandson’s beds, Since both of those boys were born. Protector, playmate and devoted friend. Without question, he shall always remain, A most important part of, This our own little, Family Of Man.
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
Benny
This is the tale, too often told Of the idiots and the bums And why those silly fools applaud Whenever the apocalypse comes. When things get good for common folk Those in power get extremely worried. They fear people will discover where lies All the freedoms the rich people buried. They were aware, while the populace isn’t Of the changes they made in the laws; That the elite put in place corruption Where opportunity so recently was. The poorly-named Conservatives Quietly un-conserved the truth In order to tie the hands of men And proselytize our gullible youth. They vilified and imprisoned those Among the un-bribed journalists And went right on stealing from us And having their illicit trysts. Those who knew they could not rule Unless they made villains of heroes Bought their way to power with Wiith numbers and many zeroes. The populace was fed huge lies About how horribly poor we all were, Implying we were no better off Than cavemen wearing only fur. They taught the stupid among us All of the idiots and the bums, That they had the only answers, That they could reverse the sums. The idiots are easy to understand They are looking for some answers. The bums sit back and let it happen And never get their stuff together. The bums decide everything is fine Until they lose their jobs and houses And then the *** and idiot both; What to do? He whines and grouses. Meanwhile even more of the wealth That it would take to fix our land Rotated even more back and forth Between the same few hands. This is what happens every time, This is the cycle that repeats here Defeating progress and smashing hope Year after Conservative year.
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
THE IDIOTS AND THE BUMS
This is the tale, too often told Of the idiots and the bums And why those silly fools applaud Whenever the apocalypse comes. When things get good for common folk Those in power get extremely worried. They fear people will discover where lies All the freedoms the rich people buried. They were aware, while the populace isn’t Of the changes they made in the laws; That the elite put in place corruption Where opportunity so recently was. The poorly-named Conservatives Quietly un-conserved the truth In order to tie the hands of men And proselytize our gullible youth. They vilified and imprisoned those Among the un-bribed journalists And went right on stealing from us And having their illicit trysts. Those who knew they could not rule Unless they made villains of heroes Bought their way to power with Wiith numbers and many zeroes. The populace was fed huge lies About how horribly poor we all were, Implying we were no better off Than cavemen wearing only fur. They taught the stupid among us All of the idiots and the bums, That they had the only answers, That they could reverse the sums. The idiots are easy to understand They are looking for some answers. The bums sit back and let it happen And never get their stuff together. The bums decide everything is fine Until they lose their jobs and houses And then the *** and idiot both; What to do? He whines and grouses. Meanwhile even more of the wealth That it would take to fix our land Rotated even more back and forth Between the same few hands. This is what happens every time, This is the cycle that repeats here Defeating progress and smashing hope Year after Conservative year.
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Withered thirsting dying petals- Their plant's pain, who could guess? The petals fell to gentle rest Upon this earth for final settle. Time for them a place has made Where their essence intact remains A place that just a mind attains- Into that time a mind invades. So, yes, those thirsting petals dried But yet their color and smell preserved And by the mind remained conserved Even after those petals died.
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Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 1:37 AM UTC
Petals
Throughout this life I wanted to rise To conquer mountains Even if scared of heights With a helping hand Fighting the wrong from right living beyond the glory No worries No homeless stories Only gardens of berry's In the face of tyranny We gaze in irony The awareness of the population The general opinions of the nation Contributed participation Might solve all the equations An empire will be Joined strongly and free Made consciously Conserved peacefully In dignity & wealth All it will ever be A place of harmony Where we all can be
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 10:47 AM UTC
Empire Of Earth
Encounters, though encountered as perchance are calculated quests of happenstance. Though man is subject to his journey's end, the road is paved by beasts of circumstance. Our free-well, then, just navigates the bends and all roads lead to paradise – I mean, we're probably all parasites, it seems, the physical expands beyond the soul, unless the soul is physically controlled. Consider physics' undisputed law: all energy's conserved from see to saw, but what about from saw to sea: the sun I see set on the sea – it clearly still takes energy?
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Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 8:21 PM UTC
Encounters
Behind feelings gone wrong Underneath each written song There's a poet who writes Lyrics and stanzas each night With the slightest thought of you Have you realized you're one of the lucky few? To have received feelings ought to be conserved To be written words that you don't even deserve That our love for you would be preserved And that for you, a part of our soul has been reserved
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
To the people poets write for
While creating colorful moments for the distant sorroundings I try to fade you away They say september is a new start They do and then diet My pupils expand My wrist hurts We shape moments and ourselves Together yet lonely You play xylophone on my body 1234 5678 You shatter glass boxes with conserved feelings I burst
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
Untitled
I unblocked you on Facebook and I looked My temperature rose Not in a good way I started to sweat You make me so nervous I don't want to see you again Maybe you got another job Maybe I'm wrong, and you don't cling there like a barnacle But who am I kidding You will be there again Looking, a stare a bit too long, Then, when I need you, absent My goal is not to need you You are my judge, only You will decide my fate next year I wish I liked you, but I don't I never did, my mind played tricks on me It always does Can't go that route again Thinking of you makes my skin crawl It's blood being pulled away from the skin Conserved, so when the Sabre Tooth Tiger strikes there won't be so much blood That's physiology, fight, flight, freeze or I don't know All I know is, I don't want to see you again.
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Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
Don't Want to See You Again
His eyes are locked on you, Daring you to flinch. Everybody's starring, But you cannot give an inch. Everything you have-- Everything that matters-- Has  been melted down and made Into your armor, now battered. The fight for him is just for sport, A way to gain some scraps of honor. The fight for you is for a life-- Consequences far more dire. You cannot turn and run, There is no option of surrender. The loss of souls or souls conserved Won't be how victory is measured. Neither choice would end this fight. You're fighting everyday. And ending confrontation Won't take that fight away. The odds are stacked against you, You'll die before the fighting's done. But you will stand your ground Even if you're the only one. For it wasn't choice that put you here But rather unlucky birth. And this fight will take your life Even if that's not what it's worth.
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Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
Impoverished Soldier
I tend to flip the pillow on its cold side, the side that wakes me up, and the cold tingle startles me at every flip. the side that keeps me awake once that cold sticky feeling has gone with warmth it has been replaced so i switch again back to that cold sticky feeling where i seem to find peace where my eyes stay open again and again i switch sides until no energy is left conserved within my weak body i wearily close my heavy eyes and what i feared had started to happen once again -of you i started to dream- yet on my mind you weren't all day through my thoughts once, you hadn't passed yet you managed to sneak into my dreams to get rid of your presence there i must but always after i awake from these odd seeings i catch myself smiling :)
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Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
Smiling Dream
What will it take just to format those Stars When Wits un-matched end in Victory's Clash Still, persake, place Enjoyment in those Wars Which Admirers dwell; Then Illusions flash That Castle, drawn, yet eager to withdraw Still your patient Former will Advertise As the Latter - frilled - take Flesh from the Saw Placed Fingers for Fame; Then moot to Realise Which how conserved is this Enlightenment If Seven Youths stream for Eight Elders more But, if pleased, make-do for Comfortiment As Sympathies wise-up from avid Lore. We can go on, since your Assets respond Was simply a Myth; Like my Tones abscond.
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Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY NINE - TOM DALEY
Evaluate, Confirmed, Catalyst-State, Concerned. 3 more shots? Conserved, 6 more? Deserved. Alter this? A silenced sin? My friend, Do not fall. Never take for granted this fest we attend, It is understood that we will never make amends. Give away what you don't need, Out of the black you lead, To neon lights, Ecstasy fights, No one has to bleed. We will have to remember, So this you will heed: Sleep and Eat Keep your life's receipts, Do not over-concede, How you Give, Dance, Love, Repeat. Da, Volume, Amor, Inquam. Mauris Partem (Raver's Code): PEACE LOVE UNITY RESPECT
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Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
Repeat/\taepeR.
Enduring Heart, bid his Cornerstone's Love Whose Sole Decanter seeps too much Aplomb: That Doctors and Reasons free that Ripe Dove; That Prayers and Poems ache Answers a-new; That Best Decrees part ways for Millions served; That Kindred Strings knot Corsettes for his adjust; That (Folly-Wheels) back-tate for Stones conserved; That Mum's Potions drink to refresh his Bust; That Selfish Managers wound his Tunes break; That Prime Economy funds his Flesh request; That Primmed Choices spell Finesse in his Make; That Pampered Soldiers spear those Bugs to rest. Reasoning Mind, bid his Thunderstone's Tame Whose Blunt Recorder struck Ashes again.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 10:34 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SIX - TOM DALEY
God made rivers to flow! Never stop, ahead they go! By making the dam, humans trying to tam. The water, thus conserved, To serve the mankind, it's reserved. The earth, is nourished! The life, is flourished! Dam too has a limit To hold the force hydraulic, Then to release it gradually Using the force controllably, If unreleased, then catastrophic Flushes out! Washes out! Lashes out! Everything!! Learn to hold your inherent power, and release in a controlled manner. **Be a reservoir of emotions upto a limit! and utilize them constructively for benefit!**
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Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 6:37 AM UTC
Dam too inspired me....
Did it ever occur to you, That energy is never destroyed, only conserved, Transferred and passed down, Turning into heat, So that after you're gone, And the bed is empty, I can still feel the pressure of it All of it is still here, clinging to my aching bones
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
Untitled