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"MIND THINKS Sometimes the eyes thinks, as the Brain sees what the mind think, the heart pump fuels life. Pay attention let your eyes listen open minded."
It has taken me some time to realize that there are two parts of your body that will always be at war with one another, And it seems like no matter how hard you try, they will never agree with each other.
She keeps me tossing and turning at night As he forces me to wake up at first light She believes in love at first sight  And he strengthens the grip on her kite   
THE FUTURE IS BORN Bury the past behind, live the life of the current moment. Love the moment and cherish the present time, can only hope' for tomorrow but is uncertain.
SPINAL contusions upon final conclusions and delusions of sorrow that are rich and aged, if IM in reclusion i avoid confusion in seclusion from 2morrow inside of a cage, i stretch and reach across chasms of the deep, spinning a web of deceit and s
i lost a little more of you today there must be a wormhole in the bathroom  because when you walked out  you couldn't remember who i was i showed you the television 
the brain is a university bedroom adorn it how u want   scatter memories like golden fairy lights circling the sloped ceiling look how they flicker until they are reduced to a soft glow
Brain, test.   Lunch break, yes.   Hustle to classes   Grades up, passes.   Thinking? No.   Keep up with the poetic flow.   What is green?  
My mind is like a haunted mansion. It's beautiful and big, decorated elegantly.   But there's a hidden mystery. There are unwanted guests, who come and go as they please.  
  Alas, I am sitting in class, Stressed for the upcoming test. Afraid I am unprepared to pass, My heart pounds in my chest.  
Inner folded prematurely molded  time is tempted  to be bolded small strokes of gentle wires to the face  The frame evokes a forecful fire  at waters pace
(The mind is a fragrance of the brain. To change minds the brains have to be healed. Our leaders keep trying to change minds and so nothing changes.)
Whirr, click! Whirr, whirr, click! Torque jerks gears and chains to life. My Innovation.
Why do I struggle to remain with my brain unstifled? Emotions running wild; how long can I stay intact, I don't even feel human. My heart's going black.
Dear brain, I miss what we used to have. Please tell me what went wrong?
Dear Heart, You are my rythym,The sole reason my eyes flutter open every morning,The source of my existence,My body's only coping mechanism,And my brain's greatest rival. Although you are blind,
Dear Depression,I bet you've received many letters from others like meFrom those who suffer even when we are having a good day.I know you are only in my life because bipolar invited you.Bipolar tends to invite too many at once.You let you
How could you let me down? My dear brain, your power is so immense But you lash out on me.   Why me?   For once let me have one thought one idea
To my dearest little Heart, How could you do this to me? It seems you have forgotten the part You play in this hierarchy   Let me remind you of your place: I call the shots around here, not you.
Dear Catdog in my brain,   You have cause me a lot of pain You are obsessive-compulsive disorder But in order to cope I gave you a nickname   Catdog, you compress my lungs
The theory of the connection between heart and brain
I want to rip my heart out And only keep my brain. The heart is where the tears come from, The brain does not cause pain. My heart is only stupid When I fall in love. Next time I'd rather use my mind
Okay so you are drunk again But this time you let your heart stay in bed it's your brain here surprisingly enough so listen up You have potential  A part of Newton's Cradle Right now is just the start
Sometimes my brain is not kind to me. It starts with the sounds around me. My teacher is talking. My classmates are whispering. I hear it all and it is so so loud.   Then, I stim. 
Too Fast   Time, slipping away out of my buttery-like grasp, escaping from my memory, seeming uncapable to catch, ticking further from reach.   They never lie when they say,
the constanants tingle, the vowels vibrate into placenot quite creating the words but leaving in my brain a faint traceI can feel them in my body, they move from my head into my heart
A jello mold of strawberry jam. A wrinkly little worm. A mind so painfully ridged even the thought of it makes me squirm.
A song is stuck right in my head. I can feel it.  The lyrics, there aren't very many,  are rotating around my frontal lobe  and up and down my corpus colossus.
The brain is a marvelous thing full of numerous files from long ago, and yesterday loads of info it compiles   The center of it all, it gives me instructions brilliant mastermind,
Take a trip with me to lands unheard of Through hidden passages, secret doors, and unknown chambers deep within my mind All you need is your imagination so leave everything behind
Brain constructs phrases and sentences Sends the information to the gaping hole It’s detailed and thorough Black hole receives it and ruins it effectively  
my consciousness sputters like a dying engine the pulsations of my brain slowing, shaking (muscles too slug-like to function)   beat, rest, beat, rest
I'm starting to remember I'm starting to recall What once was a blur  I begin to see it all The faces are changing Becoming clear What once was a blur Wrapped up in a year
I'm 15 years old now.Ms. Luna calls my name." Pay attention Ms. Campos, your timed assignments not a game."" Well i'm trying hard to focus.
I feel like crying. Yet this Ittle mind of mine wont obey my commands. "Cry already!" "Make me feel better!" "Think of something funny!"
I traded in my Nike’s for the open mics  Those early Saturday morning 6 o'clocks for them 7s ate my priorities I had to trade them in for 
Brainwaves whir from corner to corner of my cranium,Causing me to think in a different key.
I don’t get stream of consciousness writing style. Sorry Virginia Woolf, I have too much running through my brain to have to comprehend what’s trickling through yours.
A testament to the human soul is its duality. Able to feel one thing at one time and another thing the very next.
The only thing, that I need in this world, is me.   My mind, my thoughts, my feelings, my knowledge.    Without it, I am not alive. I couldn't reminisce about happy days,
Happiness is temporary  Have you ever realized that before? Happiness is mocking you; staring Just beyond your life's back door   Happiness then exits for a while
The world’s best computer Here in my head, Is all I need Until I am dead.   The ability to reason And think and decide, If I should run Or if I should hide.  
All I need is a brain of my own, that is able to think, to wonder, to remind, and to roam For if it wasn't for my brain I wonder where I would be because the path I go down is completely up to me
If there was ever one thing that I could never live without, I'd know exactly the object, without the slightest doubt.   Every day since I was born,
My mind is like a haze.
  I sell myself short  with these small rhyming pomes I could make a da-vinci and hang it in homes   I choose humour simple simplicity
I start to wonder, wander through my mind that life
Go on, do it I dare you Eliminate the innocence Illuminate the sky There’s no need for your presence? I can assure you that’s a lie How could this have happened? I invested my trust in you
How could you forget last time? Remember the pain? The manipulation? You were pulled in every way. (But look at that smile!) Yes, very nice, but the last time you saw a smile like that
I wish I could be like a melody My mind and body beautifuly in harmony   Instead it's a clash, a bang and a boom My body falling heavily while my head is above the moon  
my brain is scattered on the floor, walls, and ceiling, just like my pictures.
I'm terrified of horror movies. I hate the zombies, vampires, and werewolves. But what scares me more than the supernatural, are human beings.  Because there is no possibility that they are not real.
Let me straddle your mind Let me lay on top of your thoughts Rubbing & caressing each care away Interrupting them with each touch & feel I can open you up, to love, lifting you up Giving you a high
Starting off slowly and just under the radar. Waiting for a chance to strike when least expected. Always trying to outlast medication and shots. Pounding. Searing. Blinding. Stabbing.
There is much to life  When one only drifts     When one merely sifts   Through the sands of time.     Playing with sand  As though it will always be there.
My brain is a computer - Yelling out binary code -  
I scare myself It’s not being good at being bad Though that too plays in It’s what happens within dreams The reality and sin It’s the reflection of what you fear Thought up by your subconscious
I have a house I call my own, within a white cerebral sky. It’s lively and it flows, but someday it’ll die.                                   Splattered with pink, red, and white,
Darkness surrounds. Sudden burst of lights. Flashing,  Running, and... Carrying? What do these stars carry with them? Like cars on the freeway, They travel head to toe.
A mind can do so much, Think , do, and feel every touch. We know how much good it can do, But oh how much bad it can put us through. Leads our hearts astray in sin, Tells us we need things that we don't,
I spend hours writing to clear my brainNothing makes me feel the sameI'll even do it on the trainOn my way to work, or in the rainUnder an umbrella, or even SpainI like to do it when I'm stressed,
For me, my drummer beats,       Da boom, da boom. He rarely misses a beat and keeps up with my tempo. When I'm running--       Dadub-dadub-dadub! Or when I meditate,       Daa boom. Daa boom.
3 months of my life I don't remember   Nuerons dying Brain bruised   When I woke up from the sudden sleep I had no answers   The Doctors who have dedicated their entire
I think about you everyday.
The sting of the pain
People seldom give much thought to thought For it seems an utter waste of time So should that make me different For being no stranger to my mind's mind?   Our brains are naught but viruses
I want to go deep in your thoughts and explore every inch of your mind
The Mind; it alters with time it makes matters better, or worse, in it's prime. It's peculiar to know that we all have a mind each different, unique each on of a kind. Some are poisoned,
You’d be surprised how much power we have over our own minds. I imagine survival back before our times and the development that required. They used their brains and had too. Using each part and functioning as one form.
So surreal, A bewildered  feel. Very unnatural, Decidedly not normal.  Reality distorted, Twisted, contorted. Imagination's offspring, Free and wild within The remnant of our mind
There are four lobes that make up the human brain. The frontal, parietal, occipital, and temporal all work to keep us sane. We all go to school from 8 til 3 hoping to fill those lobes,
There are four lobes that make up the human brain. The frontal, parietal, occipital, and temporal all work to keep us sane. We all go to school from 8 til 3 hoping to fill those lobes,
Ha, my mind is a mess take away my struggle and relieve my stress cause this unhealthy relationship isn't at it's best. Full me with drugs and lets peek at whats next.
I'm like a child who cries itself to sleep, but instead of crying, what I do is think. I think myself insane, analyzing every bit, until my heart rate quickens and I work up a panicking fit.
School was a blur, I wish it were more fun. First Period: I stepped in gum. squish, squash. Second Period: My brain on overload: numb. zzzt, peeeww.
Incumbent Ideas the shapes the sounds Twisting in the folds of my cerebrum clenching digging poking wriggling grey matter white matter irritation Swelling with the shapes the sounds
Throbbing and pounding,I give you your deepest thoughts.You're not using me correctly,Everything about me gradually rots.
Constanly contamplating, consistently innovating no matter what day, no matter what time  always wanting to be free of thoughts that are mine these ideas inside my head, wont alow me to sleep
Waking up, rubbing the crust out of my eyes to realize, where i reside is a land on its demise I then reflect on I, surrounded by subsidized housing and homeless vets, and fiends who get cocaine wasted by the ounces
My soul is river stone And fire fed Dragon eyed and embered Lurking in mountain’s jeweled gold Soaring on iron wings
To whomever it may concern: I wonder why the sky is blue Or why the grass is green I wonder why the tabloids are so mean Or why they publish false information
You're sharing time with each of your loved ones The clock strikes the witching hour A well-dressed man steps into the room with burdens that could drown a man Yet no expression is told on his face
Listening to the stories of others Like pages turning, examples of being told no That you can’t do it. You’re silly. Or crazy. Dream smaller. Safer What about that little girl Who sits in her college dorm
I write poems of anger Thoughts, frustrations Joy and fear As a means of putting out The words that come and swarm in My head like bees
The things I’ve been through Written about, which hold the Story line of my past. And I hope that the reader Can learn and laugh along with me. Feel my frustrations Realize the fullness of the path
When the body dies, where do the thoughts go? Dreams stay just dreams? Do lost ambitions remain what could have been? Are the emotions once so drastic simply just pretend?
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