"neurones" poems
She was beautiful,
The moon scowled at her beauty,
The Sun shied away from her,
The stars flickered with jealousy.
Nothing mattered to her,
She was complicated,
Her mind was a tangled mess of thoughts.
All I wanted was to sit beside her,
Gently untie the knots in her neurones,
Connect to the correct ends of the
dendrites,
Let her talk,
Spill out her secrets and frustrations
See her awaken,
Hold her tight and never let her go.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC
"That the Everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!"
. . .
"Vanity of vanities," says the Preacher. "All is vanity!"
. . .
I've been thinking too much. Help me.
. . .
What am I without words?
Others's words?
Copy and paste, copy and paste, copy and--
Pastel my mind with your philosophies,
For I am made of mirror neurones, feeling
What is not mine,
Empty with empathy.
I don't deserve your grief,
And I can't say I'm worth your pound of flesh.
Your stars are my pixels,
Your prison is my escape.
I wear your truth like veil--a lie.
Tear me in half,
Crack the cornerstone,
Break my mind palace; my temple.
Write on my heart, my mind, again.
Write these words
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
scintilla - a tiny brilliant flash or spark; a small thing; a barely- visible trace.
a beating of a heart,
euphoria,
a scintilla.
a firework of neurones
almost a burst of panic
a scintilla.
a brush of the lip,
flutterings in the abdomen,
a scintilla.
a sharp intake of breath
inflation of lungs
a scintilla.
a soft goodbye
a shadow of gloom
a scintilla.
a crack in the heart,
a browned vignette,
a scintilla.
a disappearance,
happiness then, despondency now
a scintilla
a faded spark,
the lost scent of vanilla,
a scintilla.
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC
My father
Sick of motor neurones
And holes in the aorta
Has made a decision
Full of heartache and pain
I support
I understand
But the darkness has returned
He has started the journey
The process has begun
I will be by his side
I will hold his hand
I will fight back my tears
My aching heart will stay hidden
But the darkness will come too
I must be brave
For him I must stay strong
He will be frightened
He won't know what will happen
After he has left his body
Does he still believe in God
I'm not sure
I should ask him
I wonder if darkness has got him too.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC
Notre-Dame, she is quite old: although she may
bury Paris, which has witnessed her birth, one day
But in thousand years or more, Time will make recoil
her heavy body, like a wolf does with a bull
and twist each iron axon, each of her neurones
to gnaw alas, with its blunt tooth, her bones of stones!
Many men will overflow the island in the Seine
to contemplate the barren ruin, the last remains
dreamers, re-reading what Victor Hugo has seen ahead:
- Then they'll think they see the old basilica
as it was, mighty and magnificent, a Gloria
rising up before them like the shadow of a dead!
Sep 29, 2023
Sep 29, 2023 at 3:39 AM UTC
You're pretty and you know it
using those glassy eyes to tame -
my heart's suckered 'n you know it,
post-sex love purely (surely?) to blame
my mind melts as I grow weak at the knees
your gaze flitting from sultry to predatory -
blood gushes, adrenalin flushes
sweat dripping upon my skin lust-crazy, expectedly
oh I'll burn these nervy butterflies
with this blistering searing fury,
argh, stop this Pretence girl
'cause it's just starting to bore me -
*Mind Control to Inner Soul;
"what's your status?"
Inner Soul to Mind Control;
"help! The guts are dead and the heart is fractured!!!"*
my body slowly dying, polluted sick
with the caustic affection you instil
*"WARNING; cytoplasmic deterioration imminent -
extreme psycho-bitch overkill!"*
for now I know I must give up the chase
the Neurones have received a final transmission (oh please no, it can't be);
*"This is .. Inner Soul to Mind Control..
we're all so tired.. so tired .. so .. sleepy - - -"*
CLICK
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
I could write you poems with flowery language and fancy words
Or I could write you a song
But no amount of words can possibly describe how I feel about you
It's really vague and I'm very unsure
And a spark can turn into a flame which would most probably end in a catastrophe
That is why I choose to ignore the electrical signals transmitting in my neurones
I choose to ignore the feelings you're making me feel
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
I left you
seven hundred miles ago
with a note that read,
**I'm done with this ****
you should have known
when you woke up upon sheets
that were soaked with our final weeks, and you realised, that you woke alone, it wasn't just a joke,
that one thing should have made you know,
seven hundred miles later,
your bare *** is alone...
you should have known
and now I'm down the highway
seven hundred miles away
from you
checking out the sunset
wondering if you
see it
as blue as I do
are you seeing the splintering
and fracturing of the lightening
that splits between clouds
of such a perfect grey?
Do you even remember that day?
I do!
you should have known
how the ventricles in your heart
clip clop at such a slow pace
how the neurones that fire
within your brain
stitch together memories
so laconically
you should have known
that seven hundred miles
down the road
I was going to be more open
More free to be me
Less inclined to practice
this inhumanly farce
Seven hundred miles ago
You should have known
It was never going to last
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
Thick tarry black matter
Clogs my neurones
Blocking the flow
Fragments of metal
Infiltrate my joints
And prevent me
From dancing
Desperate thoughts rise
Surfacing like weighty angels
Shouting
Impossible!
Impossible!
Impossible!
I never knew
That it could be so difficult
I never expected
To experience days like this
And yet
There has been joy
Companionship
Laughter
Closeness
Sunlight
And
Music
Of such purity
Only devils
Would try to disrupt
Days like these
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
With the sun radiating down upon us,
And the waves of learning penetrating our ears,
The teacher asked the knowledge defiant,
a simple question.
And with the quarks on their face
and with the oxygen in their lungs
and with the water on their tongues
and with the neurones in their brain.
They turn up blank.
A small chuckle enters this closed system,
The omniscient teacher had triumphed,
And his students sat in a void,
With one hand elevated, with more energy,
The teacher turns back
and with the plan in his mind
and the idea in his plan
and the thought in his idea
and the emotion behind his thought
A large grin appearing in the room
The student had displaced the power
He pushed the teacher into a precipitate slump
And responded to the impossible question.
What was the answer?
What was the work behind it?
How did they come to that?
We will never know,
Physics is pretty boring
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC
Sometimes it’s fast, electric
Darting minnow through my brain
Neurones passing messages like school children in classes
Someone flicked a light switch; sunken ship
Like a red arrow nose dive;
Except not leaving behind
the smoke clouds
Sometimes it’s thick, I’m wading
A parachute unclips but I’m still falling
Cardboard in the rain tears eventually.
Submarine sinking deeper into thick purple
at the bottom, of my mind.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
Ecstasy in commingling
Neurones writing poetry
Sunshine in the evening
In cerebral you and me
Muscles enjoy the steam
Under the red microwave
Nano curves in scheme
Cheetahs from the cave
The spines make an ocean
Of the entangled nerves
A dance of intoxication
Orange flames in verve
The cheetah licks and bites
The sea lifts toward moon
A Hurricane Harvey arrives
Time in a fleeting swoon
Cherries come together
In the veins blooms rose
Burning sparks in weather
In a tremor they enclose
Two stanzas become one
Two times get conjoined
Ending in a peace of Psalm
In ice the cheetah disjoined
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
Oh...
It is so complicated around you.
Never mind why, but I just want to feel your fingertips gracing my legs.
My cold daydreams of you take me from my work,
As your image weaves through my neurones, falsifying our memories.
I can see your tanned fingers gripping a counter- a counter I’ve never seen before- a hand I choose to focus on little.
You played with me from across a room, watching me through red lights.
When you make a split instant of eye contact, I feel everything within me GLOW.
My god, you make me shut up.
I lose all ability to speak when I see your face.
I’ve been so in love with you for so long.
It’s infuriating, how I don’t even know how to talk to you.
PLEASE,
Text me, snap me, hear my silence.
Say one word to me before we go our own ways.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC