"neocortex" poems - Hello Poetry

The moon laments in drones of silence As tides raise-churning waves of violence The mountains crest the surface of the sea Now the earth is free to breathe Can you see her now, oh Universe Can you see your daughter giving birth The formation of stars in her youthful eyes She dreams of life that can never die Primordial spirits, archaic stew Volcanic rapture, lands of new Frozen tundra of ancient ice Her organic recipe sustains life Eukaryotas thrive in a muck of wonder Upon themselves they feed and plunder Reptilian brain stems to limbic systems Complex neocortex to indecision Now she cries out to the universe I am tired and now I am cursed Still the moon tugs upon her tides As we dance into eternal night...

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Jul 24, 2018

Jul 24, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC

TravelerTim

MOTHER EARTH’S LAMENTATION

The moon laments in drones of silence As tides raise-churning waves of violence The mountains crest the surface of the sea Now the earth is free to breathe Can you see her now, oh Universe Can you see your daughter giving birth The formation of stars in her youthful eyes She dreams of life that can never die Primordial spirits, archaic stew Volcanic rapture, lands of new Frozen tundra of ancient ice Her organic recipe sustains life Eukaryotas thrive in a muck of wonder Upon themselves they feed and plunder Reptilian brain stems to limbic systems Complex neocortex to indecision Now she cries out to the universe I am tired and now I am cursed Still the moon tugs upon her tides As we dance into eternal night...

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it's only deep in the night when my mind wanders most that i ponder why another night of drinking alone is the status quo. it's when i wonder why the wheel that started spinning so long ago keeps spinning, in the same direction and general speed. deep in the night is when the doubts and regrets run rampant like rioters through the square, flipping cars amidst flaming tires. it's when the needs and the wants clash for supremacy, assuring the mutual destruction of each. loves lost carve their names into my neocortex. where dreams unrealized fill their time by playing ping-ping until they're ****** from the backburner to manic importance. deep in the night is when blood-shot eyes and blaring computer monitors have a staring contest. deep in it, thought becomes reaction and the beans spill accordingly. knee-deep and we're ravaging the calm into frenzy and burning the books of our beliefs and abandoning rationale in favor of the spectre of immediate gratification at any cost, at any loss. deep in the night where no light penetrates, things become somehow illuminated.

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Jul 10, 2011

Jul 10, 2011 at 12:41 PM UTC

brett-berger

deep

it's only deep in the night when my mind wanders most that i ponder why another night of drinking alone is the status quo. it's when i wonder why the wheel that started spinning so long ago keeps spinning, in the same direction and general speed. deep in the night is when the doubts and regrets run rampant like rioters through the square, flipping cars amidst flaming tires. it's when the needs and the wants clash for supremacy, assuring the mutual destruction of each. loves lost carve their names into my neocortex. where dreams unrealized fill their time by playing ping-ping until they're ****** from the backburner to manic importance. deep in the night is when blood-shot eyes and blaring computer monitors have a staring contest. deep in it, thought becomes reaction and the beans spill accordingly. knee-deep and we're ravaging the calm into frenzy and burning the books of our beliefs and abandoning rationale in favor of the spectre of immediate gratification at any cost, at any loss. deep in the night where no light penetrates, things become somehow illuminated.

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i am captivated by the fluidity of your text message you claim you arent a poet but wow how you can use 140 characters to put words out of my mouth evolving silence from stunned emotions fantasies flit and twitter sparked by your wit the eminent feeling of loss when they fade out of the temporary reality of my neocortex and my thalimus away into the sharpening atmosphere my discombobulated desires each begging for my undivided attention in this sleepy realm of imagination i contemplate your construction a worthy demonstration of your capacity to hold my mind my eyes my body you are great, large, spirited and your spirit consumes and overflows my selfish desire to swallow you whole until you spill out of my ears like maple syrup sweet and sticky and then i can have you all to myself but that isnt fair to the world and the good you do it you have taught me restraint in my inability to think of anything but you coupled with my inability to be with you you manage to intrude into my every thought conversation my very being with magic your resplendent mind staining my arms the overly colourful shadow that creeps along my spine i feel a spectrum of colour flickering along my horizon crawling down my thigh like a silk scarf i am consumed by your light crackling and growing sparking and fizzling fuelled by my tinder my eyes swivel and squint trying to see you through the bright mass you are surrounded by and i catch a sigh escape my lips falling to you from this new plane of existence you lifted me to and here there is a woodstove and a mass of cotton blankets with a divot in the middle begging to be filled and you are there my hand eases my descent into your warm chest feet lifted head filling the gap between your shoulder and your neck and i rest my hand on yours you gently sweep your fingertips along the top of my thigh and you hold my other hand in life there are times and places abundant that we find ourselves falling into relationships feelings people and so rarely do we feel like we are made to be there but here darling is where i am supposed to be

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Dec 25, 2014

Dec 25, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC

josie-patterson

this makes 3

i am captivated by the fluidity of your text message you claim you arent a poet but wow how you can use 140 characters to put words out of my mouth evolving silence from stunned emotions fantasies flit and twitter sparked by your wit the eminent feeling of loss when they fade out of the temporary reality of my neocortex and my thalimus away into the sharpening atmosphere my discombobulated desires each begging for my undivided attention in this sleepy realm of imagination i contemplate your construction a worthy demonstration of your capacity to hold my mind my eyes my body you are great, large, spirited and your spirit consumes and overflows my selfish desire to swallow you whole until you spill out of my ears like maple syrup sweet and sticky and then i can have you all to myself but that isnt fair to the world and the good you do it you have taught me restraint in my inability to think of anything but you coupled with my inability to be with you you manage to intrude into my every thought conversation my very being with magic your resplendent mind staining my arms the overly colourful shadow that creeps along my spine i feel a spectrum of colour flickering along my horizon crawling down my thigh like a silk scarf i am consumed by your light crackling and growing sparking and fizzling fuelled by my tinder my eyes swivel and squint trying to see you through the bright mass you are surrounded by and i catch a sigh escape my lips falling to you from this new plane of existence you lifted me to and here there is a woodstove and a mass of cotton blankets with a divot in the middle begging to be filled and you are there my hand eases my descent into your warm chest feet lifted head filling the gap between your shoulder and your neck and i rest my hand on yours you gently sweep your fingertips along the top of my thigh and you hold my other hand in life there are times and places abundant that we find ourselves falling into relationships feelings people and so rarely do we feel like we are made to be there but here darling is where i am supposed to be

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there’s a sharp pain in my neocortex at two in the morning, an octopus slaps me in the face with one of its tentacles and tells me “get it together” i stand outside with you on my doorstep and i tell you about the octopus you stand there silence bounces left and right in your mouth and i ask if you like the way it feels “it’s okay” a sharp pain in my neocortex forces me to kiss you my tongue scoops the silence from the inside of your cheek i giggle it ricochets off the roof of my mouth and you laugh i spit it out you ask, “tastes funny, right?” i say, “you said it was okay” you say, “i tell you a lot of things are okay” i say, “right” it snows a little bit and i go inside you come inside an octopus swims out from under the couch and slaps me in the face with one of its tentacles

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Feb 16, 2014

Feb 16, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC

kittyprincess

neocortex

there’s a sharp pain in my neocortex at two in the morning, an octopus slaps me in the face with one of its tentacles and tells me “get it together” i stand outside with you on my doorstep and i tell you about the octopus you stand there silence bounces left and right in your mouth and i ask if you like the way it feels “it’s okay” a sharp pain in my neocortex forces me to kiss you my tongue scoops the silence from the inside of your cheek i giggle it ricochets off the roof of my mouth and you laugh i spit it out you ask, “tastes funny, right?” i say, “you said it was okay” you say, “i tell you a lot of things are okay” i say, “right” it snows a little bit and i go inside you come inside an octopus swims out from under the couch and slaps me in the face with one of its tentacles

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