Sand in my belly button #poem

Stretching my toes onto cold wooden floor My fingers undo whatever i wore Poking at buttons i got from a store My belly deletes all of your wars Sand without beach carried within Sadness only hides in my grin Screams carried in wind cannot begin Without first hiding in my delicate skin

Other guys #poem

red and blue and yet and you andfind me something that won't leave thensick as dogs as slick as yourslose that smile and then my warswink of an eye blink and then crysink before you say goodbye your words pile high til they match my eyesyou go on and i'll meet other guys

Is sharing caring?

Sharing welcome information certainly is, and I hope not to sound too judgy here. If a thought can be a sin, surely we’re all sinners. and isn’t writing using repetitive hand movements to facilitate my thought process (at least here)? Why do I feel guilty for using conversation as a tool to organise my mind?... Continue Reading →

My lines lie

Dented and hollow, Blurry blasts of fresh air fresh from the tree My bones can breathe again My heart howls Drowsy and hot Rain rushes from suns and gushes in glee My tongue can taste again. My eyes hound you Quiet and still Webbing up thoughts and letting down peers My life can start again.

Kill Your Darlings

Faulkner first said this about writing, then Ginsberg, then Stephen King. It’s one of my mantras, but why? Let’s forget about writing. Kill your darlings but kill your enemies too. Not literally, but the ones we carry in our hearts. Forgive them by yourself, and cut your own heart into a million pieces. I feel... Continue Reading →

Odyssey

Our lives were one from the start And will stay one with all mother’s lives Whatever we do, its too late Too late, she says I see you in every woman And behind every man Where am I? Am I in your belly? Under your foot? On your back? All I know is I’m there... Continue Reading →

Leaving just to come back in again

Have you ever walked into a room confused, stepped back into where you came from, then turned around and came back into the room and spot what you came for, which you had missed and forgotten about the first time you had walked into the room? Escher Have you ever looked out into the ocean... Continue Reading →

Awareness as a currency

Who do you spend the most time on? What do you worry about the most? Where do you wish you’d rather be? Have you poked your thoughts enough to make sure they are your own? Have you already noticed how you eat way too fast, not chewing your food, not choosing your words, always missing... Continue Reading →

Sub 2-hour marathons and critical chaos

If the impossible knows a limit, it certainly is not in the brain. A Washington University paper confirms one of the predictions in favour of criticality maximising information processing in neural networks. "We were surprised to find that, in our models, it was largely accounted for by a population of inhibitory neurons that, in retrospect,... Continue Reading →

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