"neuroplasticity" poems

*do not be alarmed minds melt over ideas these are growing pains*

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Apr 27, 2014

Apr 27, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC

liam

Surreal Neuroplasticity

*do not be alarmed minds melt over ideas these are growing pains*

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The brain is never too old to learn new tricks. Like how you eventually mold to every hand you hold, even if you've never held it before (especially if you hope to hold it for a long, long time). Your neurons are always evolving and adapting, from the first time you open your eyes and your retinas (oh your retinasandconesandrodsandthereis SO MUCH MORE goingonbehindthescenesthanwegiveitcreditfor) are pounded by light, by images, by focus and abstraction coming into clarity and comprehension. Did you know that you can sing your way through a stutter? I wish I could tell that to the heart palpitations currently coursing through John Doe's ventricles. But that's besides the point. Your neurons, the same one you were born with, far fewer that you'll die with, can rewire themselves. Tell yourself you're dying enough times, and maybe your brain will trick itself into living.

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May 12, 2011

May 12, 2011 at 10:44 PM UTC

alliesaurus

Neuroplasticity

The brain is never too old to learn new tricks. Like how you eventually mold to every hand you hold, even if you've never held it before (especially if you hope to hold it for a long, long time). Your neurons are always evolving and adapting, from the first time you open your eyes and your retinas (oh your retinasandconesandrodsandthereis SO MUCH MORE goingonbehindthescenesthanwegiveitcreditfor) are pounded by light, by images, by focus and abstraction coming into clarity and comprehension. Did you know that you can sing your way through a stutter? I wish I could tell that to the heart palpitations currently coursing through John Doe's ventricles. But that's besides the point. Your neurons, the same one you were born with, far fewer that you'll die with, can rewire themselves. Tell yourself you're dying enough times, and maybe your brain will trick itself into living.

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My legs are sagging loose against his table sitting in the living-room, The clock chimes in five times we complain in echoes that reverberate throughout the old house the striated oak stretches against the wind as the clock stops its banter. The kitchen light creeps across the entryway placing itself on the window and I see a ghost, flotsam carried on waves of light and neuroplasticity of course that is taken in this sober-minded leap a way away from this haunting. My attention is caught by and by I have been out of mind he has found me.

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Feb 19, 2013

Feb 19, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC

noname

Dwelling

My legs are sagging loose against his table sitting in the living-room, The clock chimes in five times we complain in echoes that reverberate throughout the old house the striated oak stretches against the wind as the clock stops its banter. The kitchen light creeps across the entryway placing itself on the window and I see a ghost, flotsam carried on waves of light and neuroplasticity of course that is taken in this sober-minded leap a way away from this haunting. My attention is caught by and by I have been out of mind he has found me.

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If one person can do it then someone else will be able to as well such is the range and scope of human ability we can surely tell. ______________________

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Oct 28, 2023

Oct 28, 2023 at 2:17 AM UTC

George-Krokos

Neuroplasticity

If one person can do it then someone else will be able to as well such is the range and scope of human ability we can surely tell. ______________________

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I run my hands through my hair and touch a pit on the back of my skull I whisper to the air "Wow, I forgot I had that scar," So easily does your body accommodate, in the absence of a once living part Your broken heart should only wait For other sensations to impart

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Dec 14, 2016

Dec 14, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC

ellie-hughes

Neuroplasticity

I run my hands through my hair and touch a pit on the back of my skull I whisper to the air "Wow, I forgot I had that scar," So easily does your body accommodate, in the absence of a once living part Your broken heart should only wait For other sensations to impart

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the stars, quite literally, aligned for the sweet & sour meddling of the human race. an artistic, feuding mortality now born, thanks to the haphazard and wildly unlikely mix of tingling elements. humans, we are in a tiny sliver of time. the stars, oh wow, they gave us our legs and quickly enough an unearthly load of growing pains. a prophecy, a gift, a humble endowment of neuroplasticity. the tiniest sliver of time, where the stars aligned, for the tiniest burst of clumsy, hopeful light. in these star-kissed structures we grow, fail, fail more and fail again until finally we decide which failure defines our livelihood– a raw and honorable pursuit which is not our ultimate footprint. the starts, they know, they die. we must live our lives knowing that we are in a sliver of time.

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Jul 17, 2019

Jul 17, 2019 at 12:16 AM UTC

calix

a sliver of time

the stars, quite literally, aligned for the sweet & sour meddling of the human race. an artistic, feuding mortality now born, thanks to the haphazard and wildly unlikely mix of tingling elements. humans, we are in a tiny sliver of time. the stars, oh wow, they gave us our legs and quickly enough an unearthly load of growing pains. a prophecy, a gift, a humble endowment of neuroplasticity. the tiniest sliver of time, where the stars aligned, for the tiniest burst of clumsy, hopeful light. in these star-kissed structures we grow, fail, fail more and fail again until finally we decide which failure defines our livelihood– a raw and honorable pursuit which is not our ultimate footprint. the starts, they know, they die. we must live our lives knowing that we are in a sliver of time.

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Unfortunately Change isn't simple and without failure, entropy sets-in... You got to lose your balance to find a new one☯ We all possess the strength to win! To reach a new goal "In evolution" The seeds of love rely All this chaos is but an illusion The spark of hope still fills my rhymes There is a new day on the horizon The sun is shining extra bright The sky is endlessly blue An atmosphere of endless apatite's ...........................................................

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Mar 28, 2021

Mar 28, 2021 at 8:06 AM UTC

TravelerTim

Neuroplasticity

Unfortunately Change isn't simple and without failure, entropy sets-in... You got to lose your balance to find a new one☯ We all possess the strength to win! To reach a new goal "In evolution" The seeds of love rely All this chaos is but an illusion The spark of hope still fills my rhymes There is a new day on the horizon The sun is shining extra bright The sky is endlessly blue An atmosphere of endless apatite's ...........................................................

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Singularity socioplasma Checkit future beatcha Beauty vulgarspoken tweaktalks Brokenrule syntax thruwalks Collapsecom moreless Triplespeak betterbest Mindmush neuroplasticity In homodatum newbie Virtualsapien weblifes Newreal digihive Override overuse overbe Oncewas nowam newme

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Sep 9, 2020

Sep 9, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC

Bpathos

“Marrowspeak“

Singularity socioplasma Checkit future beatcha Beauty vulgarspoken tweaktalks Brokenrule syntax thruwalks Collapsecom moreless Triplespeak betterbest Mindmush neuroplasticity In homodatum newbie Virtualsapien weblifes Newreal digihive Override overuse overbe Oncewas nowam newme

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The end is never the end and steps become stages. Neuro-transmissions engineered at birth are erroneous pathways deepened over time. Retrain the brain they say, neuroplasticity a new age of hope, but pathways are abyssal and unscalable, and time is running out.. And what is life's purpose When your deepest chasm is fear? Therapy teaches to live in the moment Experience keeps me seeking atonement Those places to go to for calming the mind Are fleeting, elusive and redundantly non effective, Losing their ability to heal, so few to rely on! Like a tiny window in a prison cell, Only a little light is let in but not too often, transient, Crossing your face for a moment but then gone. More so a reminder Of what might have been Or may never be. Mountains can't be climbed with moments. Dreams dissolve quickly upon waking, The harder you try to hold them The quicker they are gone. I wonder if they are real at all. Small victories in a multi-faceted war Do not define sobriety. More demons to conquer The worst for last perhaps unbeatable.

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Jan 31, 2020

Jan 31, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC

v_V_v

The Next Step

The end is never the end and steps become stages. Neuro-transmissions engineered at birth are erroneous pathways deepened over time. Retrain the brain they say, neuroplasticity a new age of hope, but pathways are abyssal and unscalable, and time is running out.. And what is life's purpose When your deepest chasm is fear? Therapy teaches to live in the moment Experience keeps me seeking atonement Those places to go to for calming the mind Are fleeting, elusive and redundantly non effective, Losing their ability to heal, so few to rely on! Like a tiny window in a prison cell, Only a little light is let in but not too often, transient, Crossing your face for a moment but then gone. More so a reminder Of what might have been Or may never be. Mountains can't be climbed with moments. Dreams dissolve quickly upon waking, The harder you try to hold them The quicker they are gone. I wonder if they are real at all. Small victories in a multi-faceted war Do not define sobriety. More demons to conquer The worst for last perhaps unbeatable.

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