I feel no sense of
connection to many peers.
I’m the foreigner.
Tag: Brain
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I Can’t Figure Out if its Because I Avoid Them or Because They Avoid Me
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Nights Alone in the Apartment When There Are Other Loners All Around is Abashing and Beautiful and Comforting and Depressing
The more I restrain the idea of form and I begin to write haiku as a series of thoughts rather than events, the avenues of expression that I had thought to be closed seem to open. I’m excited to experiment with random thought processes as a means of muse. Our abstract brains are MUCH cooler than our thinking brains.
Thinking, bubble, sit.
Large armoir, I fit inside.
Though, feet dangle down.Loving, jagged, reach.
Shelves are high, I can’t see up.
Reach is relative.I can smell dinner.
Next door, she paints, cooks, who knows.
Neighbors, lonely too?
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Early Morning Haiku Turn Out Weird and Always Personify My Brain
Sometimes, haiku is
hard. Meter controls my brain.
And Brain controls me.
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Its Fun To Live Life Referring To Yourself as “You”.
This is Haiku x 3 (I think that’s a thing?)
I do not have the ability to not tell everyone,
everything I’m thinking all the time. My brain’s need for attention is concerning but
its need for righteousness is downright terrifying. I will win.Personifying individual parts of a person is exciting.
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I Believe That I Am A Constant State of Mental or Physical Malfunction, Which Leads to My Destruction
Mind pain likes to find
friends, like bodies, to share its
misery with. Womp.There seems to be a recurring theme lately and despite my desire to put legs on my life, I continue to watch it roll around on the ground like an orange. I like oranges, but I prefer them with legs.
*Also, grammatically, I believe that last “with” is superfluous. Double womp.
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My Brain and My Mood are Friends. They Rarely Talk to Me; they Just Talk At Me.
I have this tendency to ignore general life requirements when I’m stressed. When the “high” of the stress comes down, I look at the chaos that I’ve been living with and in and flip the opposite switch and indulge in heavy duty indulgence of life requirements. This is good and bad in that it includes cleaning and social interaction but bad because it includes eating and vegetative hibernation. Its a cycle. I haven’t decided if the cycle creates my swirling anxiety or if my swirling anxiety creates the cycle.
Put on my shoes, my
hat, my coat. Ready for cold.
Not cold anymore.
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My Life is Better Than My Brain Lets On
Learn about yourself
and discover shortcomings.
Don’t: painless neglect.
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There is Talent at the Bar Drinking Tequila
All girls have powers.
“Jack Kerouac is my guy.”
My brain, exploding.This is more vague than I had anticipated. There was a beautiful girl at the bar and she was talking about Jack Kerouac and I was digging on her and then she said that and her other friend responded with this un-knowing, half-laugh. Maybe this doesn’t make it less vague.
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The Mall, High Blood Pressure, The Cost of a Quiet Mind
Twenty-three years old;
I don’t need a Macy’s card.
Let me look in peace.I, like most of us
run faster than everyone.
My brain, not my legs.Doctor cautions me.
Blood pressure is too, too high
Thanks, generationSometimes I think I,
think too much, too. Working hard,
to stop working hard.In my head, coffee
gets me up, so I can down.
Backwards, sip that cup.I wish I wished more
for things that make me happy,
rather, I wish calm.When do you pay less
attention to stupid folk,
realizing own?
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