"seen" is through notation
more apparent to our senses
more palpable through
physical sensations.
cog rattle the percussions instrument
a modern take on sound
what inspires might to
create
the invention of
make music visible
visually represent music
attempt to visualize sound waves
in the village of Blatten, was the Birch Glacier
the debris of the crumbled Birch caused the
Lornez to flood
a prolonged period of an elevated mood
they seemed unmoved even through the differences
seasonal effective disorder
I heard one say it was more a
amusia, musical anhedonia
They refused to allow them
to narrate there condition
nds of music shall please hte senses
where happiness can allow the moods
can mend the minds where folk
"can again construct on Gods land"
spoke a fella near the situation
structure and stabilty
the notes shall make sounds
visible sounds
"what a sight to see"
Globi and Hanswurst in Swisserland
Inverse Kinematics
swaying to the sounds of music
I walked the winding way down your memories.
We live in the age of perpetual documentation -
a blessing for the socially inept.
Every abstract gives insight,
but I crave the full portrait,
you in your every shade and hue.
I wish to know you better than breathing,
but I fail even to take notice of where the edges of my posters line up.
And I put them there.
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame.
When will I grow good at being a person?
How could I ever fill in the yawning cracks?
Anhedonia warps my mind and my memories,
but something remembered shines through -
thoughts of those dear to me,
occupying me from dawn to the witching hour.
At last, rays light the gray horizon.
Maybe I’ve a reason after all.
and then there came upon him
a certain nothingness
sadness and anhedonia have taken over
the latter sounding so godly in vain
the blues have become
a dirty synesthetic cacophonia
with emptiness screaming
a gut wrenching noise
a dagger of unkindness
balances at the fulcrum
the jester in him calls upon crisis
as a turning point
to what and to where
and yet he is privileged
when the numbness recedes
for glimpses of moments
as he looks into the bright lights
of an oncoming train
of thoughts feelings emotion
as he settles for another sleepless night
08th June 2023
My love, you have been distant and cold
Your demeanor is resistant yet robust
When will your skin feel and your mind unload
When will your eyes open and your veins fill with lust
My love, I have been waiting patiently for your signals
You allow this life to engulf you, how abysmal
I am here, I am your wife, I want to anoint your body like a chrismal
So turn to me my love, I have journeyed anhedonia and back, my body is your pistil
As we sit here in this bathe
As my hands hover over your body
As impulsive saturation drip down my inner thighs
As life rushes to your exit
I think of the tip of you
I give you release, you give me strength
Eye to eye, hand to chest, I take your length
And your hands grip my back time and time again
Your mouth opens with me inside
My lips in yours, every breath deep and wide
We are close now, the lights start to blink
Because when we hit climax
I sink
Love
Ardent, boundless
Caring, empowering, promising,
Paroxysm, veridicality, Anhedonia, ephemeral
Trivializing, evading, weakening,
Tristful, lorn
Indifference
It seems like someone's always dying;
and the tears start rolling down our faces.
It's either suicide or homicide;
it is inevitably deceiving.
Some people would rather be dead than alive;
so they take their life and we all cry.
We have been exposed to funerals;
the closer we are the sadder it is.
At least they're not in pain, but what about mine?
They have no pain, how does mine go away?
It sounds kind of selfish all this young strife.
This feeling of anhedonia comes;
turning to drugs is the worst way to go.
Xanax might help, guess I'll meet you there soon.
Her eyes were crystals, with repetitive inner structures and outer sheet faces. They were made of quartz, of almost pure silica.
Her smile was a star in the farthest galaxy. It was made of combustions of crimson and wild blue yonder. A star that shines from afar yet already dead a hundred of years ago.
Her hands were soft, like they were made of silky fibers with furrows of anhedonia and benumbed stimuli.
Her heart wasn't of plain, with etchings nonetheless. Covered with stratums of plasters of a mixture of gypsum with water and sand, thence the width made her blunt.
Mental illness are words people are afraid to speak
When happiness is all we seek
From a place of darkness we rise
Should not come as any surprise
Even when we fumble
Please realize it's just a stumble
Anhedonia is where we're at
Enjoyment is what must begat
Mental illness is not planned
Understanding is all we demand
A is for angry atheist angst
B- you're bleeding bruised broken taking your allowance to the bank
C is for cutting, crimson and crying
D is for daemons, death, darkness, and dying
E is for everything gone wrong in your life
F is the freedom you find in the knife
G is for gothic, straight from the womb
H is for the latest hawthorne heights tune
I is for immortal- you've commited suicide ten times already
J is for the jaded and emotionally unsteady
K is the knife you "accidentally" misplaced
L is for losers, lost life and lace
M is for makeup that cakes up your face
N is the nightlight to keep away the dark you "embrace"
O is because you're obviously obscure
P is for poetry or prose- you're not sure
Q is for quiet, you sit all alone
R is for razors when no one picks up the phone
S is for screamo you can't get enough
T is for tears damn, being fourteen is tough!
U is for ubiquitous mental disease
V is for vacant vacuous vampire wanna-be's
W is for whiny,well-fed suburbanite teens
X is for Xanax- you know what it means
Y is for youth spent all about you and your anhedonia
No diamond in the rough, you're just another cubic zirconia
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