This brain belongs to me.

Here is a poem I wrote this morning… This brain belongs to me these thoughts they multiply and create liesI know I am groundedwithin factual existence I must or else I’ll breakwithin a fabricated society shattering real physicsand loosing my grip entirely. The above poem was one of several poems I wrote this morning asContinue reading “This brain belongs to me.”

The brain busily cleans it away.

Our brains retain every moment unless its deemed to be waste in which the brain busily cleans it away wiping it’s existence triggering us to move forwardwithout a memory of whysometimes what our brain determines waste are still active within other mindsmemories some brains claim empty and wasteful other brains feed upon because what empowersContinue reading “The brain busily cleans it away.”

Our monsters have the same name.

There is a monster inside your head it’ll never hope you dead it lives within you your life is it’s life too it takes the reigns setting straight your complaints as if we could scream it was all in here, I’d never be that mean pounding on our skulls the monsters don’t take the fallContinue reading “Our monsters have the same name.”

My thoughts are never emptied.

Some days my head feels fucking hugeall the thoughts are rising trying to burst out through any opening working their way out through my nostrilsand pushed back in through my earspiling higher filling higher my mouth lets a bit slipas several more thoughts enter and my fingers type faster the space is never freedand myContinue reading “My thoughts are never emptied.”

The heart struggles to keep up.

All the fear resides within herea blunt instrument to relieve the tormentthat twists and releases its toxinsthroughout the circulatory system the heart struggles to keep upas the lacrimal glands secrete enough liquid to fill a cupas the lungs gaspbeneath the pressure as they collapse and yet the worries keep piling as the brain continues filingContinue reading “The heart struggles to keep up.”