Wow! The id - Psychological you
With theory of observation I learn
Cognitive! Woot! Woot! Whoa what style
I recollect I see thru these very eyes and
yearn
Theory of Dreams - I visualize reality
REM - - Images in my sleepy mind
It's quite contraire - I reckon
The truth be know within to find
All in the brain - The IQ, the wit
Intuition at its best .Whoa! Enlightening
I wake up now after NREM at end
On the dark side what I see is relatively
Frightening
When math class starts, stress will rise,
"I’m no good at math" glows up in our head,
You see rising panic form in our eyes,
Inner chat takes over instead.
But you take the "not now, not never", self-talk—
The labels we use when we're lost—
And show us how to pause, take a walk,
Where "failure's" a bridge to be crossed.
You guide us through the work on the board,
These mistakes are how we can learn.
A growth-filled room of learning to think,
Worry dies as good thoughts return
It was never about the X or the Y,
But how we speak to our thoughts at our desk;
You teach our minds a healthy reply,
Make our problems seem like a quest.
nobody pours the first drink
planning to smash a face
or throw a chair through a window
or say the one sentence
that burns down a marriage
they pour it because the day was heavy
because the mirror asked too many questions
because silence felt like a jail cell
alcohol isn’t courage
it’s a solvent
it loosens the screws
that kept the monster bolted to the floor
some men turn soft
crying over dogs they kicked years ago
some men turn poetic
talking about God and jazz and women who left
and some—
some discover there was a fist
waiting behind their ribs
all along
violence doesn’t arrive drunk
it was already renting a room
alcohol just hands it the key
the punch comes faster
than the thought
the apology comes later
if it comes at all
bars are full of mysteries
but this one’s simple:
booze doesn’t invent the devil
it just lets him talk louder
and when the lights come on
and the blood dries
everyone says the same thing—
“I didn’t know I was like that.”
yeah.
nobody ever does.
Retract at once
This damning
Interpolation
Being treated
Like any other
Disrupting behavior
Embrace authenticity
Self compassion
Prevents progress
Put an end to your
Observable impulsive
Apathetic material
Discombobulated magnificence
Wallow in the muck with them
Untouching perfection
Hauntingly beautiful
Undubbed contextual
Insufferably overbearing
Incontextual differences.
Environmental disasters
Supercilious villains
That find meddling best
As focus turns elsewhere
Hiding in plain sight
Inconspicuous idiot
It's never their artistic.
Endeavor
Art is simple
Untouched raw
As good is the enemy of perfect.
And the perfect enemy of good
The discombobulated magnificence of this buried song creation that remains Elliott Smith’s “Abused”
perhaps I did splash
a wet dash too much
when I was growing up ~
seems I was selfish
one fish too many
when merely a pup ~
maybe I acted disrespectful
an action too long
when just a forming hiccup ~
appears I misled my part
a missed start too often,
yepper, yea, yes, oh, yup ~
waz sup?
The Monster, The Sociopath
The Monster will devour any one in its life to get what it wants. He lacks empathy and a good conscience through the implementation of his means to obtain his goal. The Monster will press buttons just to find a weakspot in a person's armor. He does this just to get his victom to respond out of character. The Monster motive behind this is to promote an image of his victom to others contrary to who that person is. The Monster will throw someone under the metaphorical bus just to get a laugh. He gets off on the scent of power and control over his victom. This Monster is also known as the Sociopath.
"I walk this lonely and gray maze absence of noise for days,
till only my name be known." Quote by poet
Beagle, my small, sweet, faithful, warmhearted,
Regal, Harrier hunting hound girl puppy,
Loves to sleep on my armchair.
Fifth of her litter. She stares, with sun sparkling hazel eagle eyes,
Short, soft white, with patches of brown and black hair.
Her brown ears down like pendulums in the air
That swing back and forth when she runs.
Stands proudly with her head straight up and alert.
Her black nose never fails her;
It wiggles at the scent of quail.
She rumps inside and outside
With bumblebee boundless, curious, playful energy.
Tail high, cheerful and outgoing,
Happy and very yappy at times.
She’s humorous when her toy is her tail
An affair she chases over and over again
In a circle, having fun when she is excited.
Her bed is my bed in quiet, hush puppy, snuggly comfort.
We think our thoughts may be relevant.
We share them by speaking to others.
We expose them to others through poetry,
But they’re known to others best through our behavior.
I blink at light that isn’t there,
And speak to shadows on the stair.
My meals are clocks, my sleep is wrong—
I hum one phrase all evening long.
The mirror twitches when I grin,
A second self beneath my skin.
I file my dreams in numbered rows,
And tell the ants what no one knows.
I weep when spoons are out of place,
And fear the kindness in a face.
My hands repeat what they forget,
They write confessions I’ve not met.
Voices dance in copper wire,
They chant in sync, they don’t retire.
I laugh too loud at silence deep,
I wake while others softly sleep—
And swear the clouds know where I’ve been.
Can you live forever?
Why feel you are
Over another
When you're not
Their creator and provider
Just because you're in your prime.
I can't make you feel less
But won't make you
Feel above me either
Variety is the spice of life
Why disparaging another?
Like Jesus said;
Do unto others, as you want others to do unto you.
If it hasn't been done to you
If it's wrong or draining
You'll think it's right or rejuvenating
Trust me, it's crazy
When you're the victim
It cripples or makes you lazy
Leaving you vulnerable and devastated.
poetry, fleeting verses
first they arrive and enchant
then they settle and leave
if they are not enthroned
I gave what I had...
she demands from me harshly
what I own and don't...!
Icebergs floated all around me –
frozen is no place to safely flee.
I fell down on an ice crystal,
then I heard you whistle
and felt myself turn towards bold
so I could leave this place so cold.
So many crevices and cracks.
Frigid ice coated my back.
A glacier's huge backhand
flew my memories to slush land.
As my shivers began to shake,
I felt my knees tremble and quake.
Love never knows its hold on tomorrow.
Days are not warm braced against sorrow.
Your repeat, sleety emotion
will not ease glacial commotion.
Frozen mist cannot reinstall
a flaming, toasty love recall.
I bear your gifts so numb fraught
they will ever stay iceberg caught.
Can not be a good person, who
knows the truth and lies...
It can only be evil who
only tells lies knowing
the real truth...!
From our mistakes, we don't get gain,
We think less, studying for us is a pain.
From this world called poetry,
I'm not in vain looking for fame.
I am not looking for fame and a throne,
I will do my best for Alash forlorn.
I'll say in every stanza of my poem,
Crying is not suitable for a man.
At a young age the naughty I was not,
I was interested in the world as it is.
After understanding the wisdom of God,
In real life, I didn't play as an artist.
Many of my poems have not been read,
Instead of poetry, people preferred to eat.
People came to the store not to buy books,
The crowd of people gather to buy meat.
Nobody leaves empty-handed from the store,
They take by bite what they want more.
The unsatisfied people didn't see anything,
The bottomless behavior doesn't score.
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