"encephalic" poems - Hello Poetry

i am a survivor, i am a scavenger, i am a man with no shame. i am an artist, i am a writer, i am an iconoclast. i am a lover, i am a creator, i am a destroyer. i am quality, i am worthless, i am absence. i am man, i am conqueror, i am world-ender. i am an addict, i am old, i am wizened. i am free, i am young, i am unnurtured. i am secret, i am becoming, i am a wreck. i am a shadow, i am oblivious, i am obvious. i am obscene, i am abhorrent, i am hidden. i am a seeker, i abstain – i am a liar. i am a deceiver, i am an actor, i am unknowable. i am entirety, i am citizen, i am insolence. i am thought, i am concept, i am revoked. i am wanderer, i am thoughtless, i am lost. i am undying, i am inured, i am fleeting. i am alive, i am mythologized, i am end. i am a thief, i am a monster, i am alive. i am a philosopher, i am a thinker, i am superfluous. i am good, i am evil, i am unaligned. i am pragmastic, i am irrational, i am common sanity. i am emotional, i am withheld, i am interred. i am new, i am ruined, i am interregna. i am proper, i am erased, i am discrection. i am sought, i am not, i am simple. i am somnolent, i am erratic, i am errancy. i am abstinence, i am uncontrolled, i am the world. i am fraught, i am emptiness, i am humanity. i am dandelion, i am magnolia, i am an albatross. i am talent, i am intelligence, i am fettered. i am here and now, i am then and when, i am done. i am malice, i am harm, i am self-destruction. i am a fighter, i am encephalic, i am lost. i am alone, i am alive, i am free.

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Jan 27, 2013

Jan 27, 2013 at 2:46 AM UTC

townsendfm

927 11.37ante

i am a survivor, i am a scavenger, i am a man with no shame. i am an artist, i am a writer, i am an iconoclast. i am a lover, i am a creator, i am a destroyer. i am quality, i am worthless, i am absence. i am man, i am conqueror, i am world-ender. i am an addict, i am old, i am wizened. i am free, i am young, i am unnurtured. i am secret, i am becoming, i am a wreck. i am a shadow, i am oblivious, i am obvious. i am obscene, i am abhorrent, i am hidden. i am a seeker, i abstain – i am a liar. i am a deceiver, i am an actor, i am unknowable. i am entirety, i am citizen, i am insolence. i am thought, i am concept, i am revoked. i am wanderer, i am thoughtless, i am lost. i am undying, i am inured, i am fleeting. i am alive, i am mythologized, i am end. i am a thief, i am a monster, i am alive. i am a philosopher, i am a thinker, i am superfluous. i am good, i am evil, i am unaligned. i am pragmastic, i am irrational, i am common sanity. i am emotional, i am withheld, i am interred. i am new, i am ruined, i am interregna. i am proper, i am erased, i am discrection. i am sought, i am not, i am simple. i am somnolent, i am erratic, i am errancy. i am abstinence, i am uncontrolled, i am the world. i am fraught, i am emptiness, i am humanity. i am dandelion, i am magnolia, i am an albatross. i am talent, i am intelligence, i am fettered. i am here and now, i am then and when, i am done. i am malice, i am harm, i am self-destruction. i am a fighter, i am encephalic, i am lost. i am alone, i am alive, i am free.

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A sliver of sun scorching cerebrum Whispers on the lips of an encephalic cloud An old friend, whose company I keep Warning against silhouettes and uncertain peril Liberation is nigh from a skeletal prison Beating on my skull and tearing at my muscle I fear my old friend will return As a siren, luring me to the bottom of a macabre sea

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Oct 8, 2020

Oct 8, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC

pricklypear

My Oldest Friend

A sliver of sun scorching cerebrum Whispers on the lips of an encephalic cloud An old friend, whose company I keep Warning against silhouettes and uncertain peril Liberation is nigh from a skeletal prison Beating on my skull and tearing at my muscle I fear my old friend will return As a siren, luring me to the bottom of a macabre sea

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hello again odd-book, been a minute since breathless words have fallen here. since this hand struck words from self-interred meter. and longer still since pen- aided conception has glown through adverbial muck. and again odd-book, with pages of many facet, resentment is not found when returning to the Universal. repentance with slurred words – with qualming hands – never again to feel necessitation when returning home. when returning with seriousless vanity to witness some re- flection of age since past. and here odd-book, has been created metic- ulous noise. here has been beauty expressed, alongside glory’s antithesis. here be- came an ‘I’ that is new, that is ruined and interregna, that’s in whole encephalic. and here again, odd-book, “i am dandelion, i am magnolia, i am albatross."

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Feb 1, 2014

Feb 1, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC

townsendfm

re: thought-book

hello again odd-book, been a minute since breathless words have fallen here. since this hand struck words from self-interred meter. and longer still since pen- aided conception has glown through adverbial muck. and again odd-book, with pages of many facet, resentment is not found when returning to the Universal. repentance with slurred words – with qualming hands – never again to feel necessitation when returning home. when returning with seriousless vanity to witness some re- flection of age since past. and here odd-book, has been created metic- ulous noise. here has been beauty expressed, alongside glory’s antithesis. here be- came an ‘I’ that is new, that is ruined and interregna, that’s in whole encephalic. and here again, odd-book, “i am dandelion, i am magnolia, i am albatross."

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The sprawling corporate tool, the false pretense destroys the inner sanctity. In his own personal palace crumbling with the rest of it. Not good enough. Slicked back afraid no one can comprehend the magnitude and pure scale of ból. Incessant staring, incessant staring, incessant staring. In the name of god, gravity over death, nothing is sacred, everything is broken. I am broken, for he is broken. Torn apart. Almost dead. Worth is less. No one can comprehend the magnitude and pure scale of verletzt. Stranded by the wrists, hanging. Dwindling. Imagine a man with his wrists attached to a ceiling fan, with cement shoes. Activating the ceiling fan is despicable and abhorrent, but the beauty shines through. Beauty knows no pain. Beauty covers the pain of the moment. Encompass Dancing Shiva through and through, Dancing Shiva is guidance. Encephalic dissociation at the route. What the hell is wrong. Omit me. Chasing the glorification, what he wants is not healthy he knows. Self gratification taking a non existent approach. Back seat. Take the back ******* seat. It’s for others. Its all for ******* others. He is broken where it is impossible to fix. Supplement a camera, feed the anxiety and take away the comfort. Supplement the ******* camera, take away the innocence. ADD THE INNOCENCE. Where is this where am I. What am I. How am I. Incoherent rambling to focus on a main theme. Incoherent rambling to focus on a main theme? Provide reason for disinterest; the enormous mouth roaring into his ear, roaring, flaring, decomposing any sense of worth. It’s alright. Raskolnikov would be jealous of his malcontentedness.

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Feb 11, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC

ianh

Ceiling Fan, Cement Shoes.

The sprawling corporate tool, the false pretense destroys the inner sanctity. In his own personal palace crumbling with the rest of it. Not good enough. Slicked back afraid no one can comprehend the magnitude and pure scale of ból. Incessant staring, incessant staring, incessant staring. In the name of god, gravity over death, nothing is sacred, everything is broken. I am broken, for he is broken. Torn apart. Almost dead. Worth is less. No one can comprehend the magnitude and pure scale of verletzt. Stranded by the wrists, hanging. Dwindling. Imagine a man with his wrists attached to a ceiling fan, with cement shoes. Activating the ceiling fan is despicable and abhorrent, but the beauty shines through. Beauty knows no pain. Beauty covers the pain of the moment. Encompass Dancing Shiva through and through, Dancing Shiva is guidance. Encephalic dissociation at the route. What the hell is wrong. Omit me. Chasing the glorification, what he wants is not healthy he knows. Self gratification taking a non existent approach. Back seat. Take the back ******* seat. It’s for others. Its all for ******* others. He is broken where it is impossible to fix. Supplement a camera, feed the anxiety and take away the comfort. Supplement the ******* camera, take away the innocence. ADD THE INNOCENCE. Where is this where am I. What am I. How am I. Incoherent rambling to focus on a main theme. Incoherent rambling to focus on a main theme? Provide reason for disinterest; the enormous mouth roaring into his ear, roaring, flaring, decomposing any sense of worth. It’s alright. Raskolnikov would be jealous of his malcontentedness.

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