"throughts" poems
Looking in the mirror is like a death wish
A glimor of hope before the horrid thoughts cime floading in
Screaming at the top of their lungs.
And the tears rush to the surface as I pinch my skin
Grabbing it tight
Pulling at it with all my might
Wishing
Wanting for it all to dissapear just like myself
As i slowly turn and turn that small glimor of hope gone
Flushed away by the rotton words that captivate my body
Screamimg for me to
"STOP EATING"
I walk away woth a heavy heart sinking down to the lowest part of me
Hiding away frim anyone
Ignoring every word spoken to me.
My mind
My body
My whole being has been captured by those fithly words and throughts which are tormenting me and eating me alive
Without a word
Or
A thought i move on frim the plate of fruit and the bowl of chocolates
Swinging with a heart heavy,
Yet filled with nothing
I act like it has no effect on me
Like it doesnt hurt at all
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
I escape the recesses of my mind,
But my throughts keep me in a bind.
The thoughts I resist,
While my mind insists.
Step by step, I dive deeper into the depths,
Where my secrets are kept.
You say, "release your mind."
And I ask, "with what time?"
For me, the experience, much like a casted fishing line, allure;
For you, I imagine, is more like a detour.
Or so I perceive...
But will you leave?
Left to grieve
Trapped with a mind to decieve.
What will I receive?
A brighter day I hope,
Or a moment where even I can gloat.
Little flames flicker in the sea of dark,
Shadows dance in the shape of sharks.
Nipping away at the light,
Only myself in sight.
"Open your eyes, it'll be alright."
A hand grips tight,
Giving the strength lacking from my own might.
My heart takes flight,
Down a path that feels right.
Oct 25, 2022
Oct 25, 2022 at 1:24 PM UTC
through the mind of one
thoughts are starting with none
going of one
to none
thinking it will be
maybe it will see
in the mind will be
only one to see
throughts cloud over ice
to take a chance a the dice
blue as ice
rolling the thoughtless dice
would that be nice
Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 3:05 PM UTC
RECORD: ****** KILLER
FROGMAN: TALKING HEArDS
. . . He went down the steps and walked backwards into the desert;
three-tree places, two-tree.
The back door of The Lab Tor open and they foiled out.
He cried out.
They fell in squacks,
they fell crackwards,
they tumblrd over The Word into the data.
The instruments were empty and they chortled at him,
trains-frogrified into a thought and a mind,
and he stood . . .
his body far away and absent,
letting his words do their re-inking tic.
Could he hold up a hand,
and tell them he had spent ninetbeen thousand years learning this tic
and others,
tell them of the instruments
and the words that had tested them?
Not with his mouth.
But his read
deadhead could tell
its own blue taile .
[. . You do not thrill with your mouth.
One who thrills with their mouth has forgotten the cage of their selfse.
You thrill with your throughts. .]
-- Stephen King, Frogman
. . I realized I was Laughing. I had been crying all along . }
-- Roland Deschain, Tacky Frogman's Frogman
Magenta: You thrilled them?
But I thought you shneeded them.
They shneeded you.
Riff Raff: THEY DIDN'T SHNEED ME!
THEY NEVER SHNEEDED ME!
STOP: TURN THOUGHT
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
RECORD: [FURTHER] DOWN THE ROAD! [WE GO!]
FROGMAN: Cea2Cea
Read the directions,
even if you dare not follow them.
Do not read cr-e-a-utiful societal throughts.
They will only make you feel crippled.
GET TO KNOW YOUR OTHER AND FALLTHER.
You never know when they'll be data for good.
BE NICE TO YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS.
They're your best link to your past
and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that fiends come and go,
but with The Ones that are you,
you should hold on.
Work hard to re-bridge the grasps in body and mind,
because the older you get,
the more you get stung
by the fiends you knew when you were young.
Love in Chaos once,
but lever before it makes your Blue Tail Concrete.
Love in Calm once,
but lever 'fore it makes your Read DeadHead Abstract.
PONDER.
Accept certain un-ion-tame-able truths:
Hatred suns will rise.
Brads and Janets will philander.
You, too, will get told. And when you do,
you'll hypnotize that when you were young,
Hatred suns were reasonable,
Brads and Janets were noble
and Wild Stings respected their leaders.
disRespect your leaders.
Don't expect anyone else to re-inform you.
Maybe you have a true fiend.
Maybe you'll have a tHrealthy Fiend.
But you never know when either one might frump out.
Do mess too much with your mind
so by the time you're Flirty-2
it will look Kinedy-1.
Be careful whose data you buy,
but be patient with those who supply it.
Data is a form of command.
Dispensing it is a way of alifreyinWaISHing the truths from the past,
wiping them off,
painting over the ugly Lies
and RE-CYCLING them for what it's WORTH.
But trust me on the Introflection.
-- Mary Schmich, Frogman
STOP: RECALL'me'SELF
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC
Sick of waiting for a truth I’ll have to find.
Eating from the inside.
Only your heartbeat calls back to me.
Rustling through the wind
Chanting to the beat of the drum
Calling me
Entrancing me
Entrapping my entirety.
So sick of all the wasted days
Ive used in angst to hear your name
A look at life through a simple lense
Something to which I do not contend
A simple agreement, accepted by fate
A burrowing shadow,
Encrypting my soul
Elating control
Until I’m no more.
At a loss of words
But submerged in pools of throughts
Spewing words up stream
All astray,
so complex yet so far away
Yet connected through time
In such a simple way
My life is but a silly rhyme
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
The more we are told what to do
The more inclined we are to gather throughts new
To rise up and intentionally ignore
The mindless **** shovelled through the door.
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 3:26 PM UTC
RECORD: AROUND MY HEAD
FROGMAN: CAGE THE arrogANT
The Word to me became a secret,
which i re-sired to risk-over;
to her it was a cravancy,
which she sthrought to triple with imaginations of hers
cho-zen.
-- Victor Frankenstein, Johnny
Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): The DeadHead. Digital Frontier Psychiatry.
I tried to picture it,
stores of data as they moved through the mind.
What did they Store away?
Hopes?
Dreams?
Were the lines of throught like all-free-ways?
I kept dreaming of words I thought I'd never catch.
And then, one moment...
7 Year Old Sam Flynn (Suzy's): You got it.
Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): That's right, man.
I got it.
Frank: It was strange the way it happened.
Suddenly... you get a brache!
All of the collected throughts seem to fit into place.
What a sucker you've been,
what a FTOOL you've been.
The answer was there all the time.
It took an Instinctual Moment to make it happen.
AN ACCIDENT!
And that is how I disco-veersed the secret.
that elusive thought, that...
thought that is the test of freedom...
YES I have that data!
I hold the key to freedom... ITSELFSE!
STOP: TURN THOUGHT
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
RECORD: THURSDAY'S CHILD
FROGMAN: DAVID BUOY
The fiend became complacent towards control of its own free-ways,
and let lonely throughts tarry it whenever they needed to be.
And in its wake lie
their ghostly work on the lies
of the Brads and Janets of The Word.
-- Thrusher Swainson, Bear M.B.
Frank: Give yourself over to instinctual pleasure.
I wanted to breathe smoke.
I wanted to churn the Louvre.
I'd do the Elgin Marbles with a ban-hammer
and wipe my class with the Mona Lisa.
This is My Word, now.
This is my word,
MY WORD,
and those ancient Brads and Janets are data.
-- You and Me and Everyone We See
(. . 6 . . . 5 . . . 4 . )
We rest; a dream has power to fission sleep.
We rise; one pweandering thought foallutes the day.
We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep,
embrace fond woe, or cast our tares all-ways;
It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow,
The all-ways of its way-out still are FREE.
whoman's festerday may ne'er be like his marrow;
nought may endure but mutantility!
-- Percy Bysshe Shelley Frogman
Johnny's: While this may be true,
mutantility isn't always enough.
Some moments
STOP: TURN THOUGHT
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
I can put my words
into pretty poems.
And share all the love
into this Hello Poetry.
But there is something
you didn't know about me.
How can I say this easy.
I feel so much love.
And my throughts are filled
with hope, tender love
and care.
But my own true emotions
I can hardly speak out.
I can put up a smile
but still crying inside.
I do think that I can solve
all my problems on my own.
As I'm writing this down
it sounds kind of sad.
Like a writers block
inside of my head.
No one can change it for me.
This is me in all
of my vulnerability.
Don't feel sorry.
This is how life could be.
But in times and years.
I found my place and learned
so much about being me.
And that was the part you
didn't know about me.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
I have been lost since;
since he left me;
left me for her.
it has felt like forever...
a time well waited.
My thoughts lost almost every midnight, thoughts wonder into throughts never spoken.
Their happiness is a thieves form my depression.
It feeds off my sorrows.
until it takes the last of me.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC