Harvard’s a black hole, info wise.
So, let’s see.. what’s going on? What’s in the news?
Anything? Anything?
Hot take..
Not to be spicy and negative,
but sometimes i’m too much myself.
Too comfortable, open and vocal.
I can be opinionated.
Who knows who’s listening?
It could be anyone.
“That’s not red, it’s carmine,” I blirt.
There’s a rise and rush of feelings around the table.
FAQs drop, I get treated.
“God, get up and get at me,” I replied, with an unnerving poise.
People love a scene.
Happy 4th of July to Yankees everywhere!
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Only a Fool Would Say That by Ivy
Lovely Day by Elizabeth Mitchell
L'Anamour by Ivy
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slang:
FAQ = told the facts
Treated = attacked
Not knowing is scary,
It’s unnerving.
I wonder everyday where you are
And how you’re doing,
And if there’s a new me in your life.
But you said there’s no one like me.
Was that a lie?
It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve lied.
The scars on my limbs are the only reminder of you.
Such a sad thought.
That only way I remember you,
is through my pain.
The echoes of your voice,
the things you’ve said to me.
They seem to ring through my head,
like a bell rings in a church.
You never truly loved me,
you loved the memories we had.
The good times we had.
I hate myself for that.
I let you take advantage of me like that.
Something my mother would never accept.
Something my father would warn me about.
I don’t know.
Not knowing is scary.
But I know I’m right.
Thats what scares me.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
—Aeschylus
Happiness in Memoriam
Each neuron tingles with happiness, in unnerving vise.
Presently, the squeeze of brain, heart and grit, unbearable.
The lion’s faint, tin clatters, straw pieces pecked, crows gather.
There's nothing funnier than a cross-eyed chicken
With legs the size of your arm
The Chicken Emporiums would sure love to know
The name of this progressive farm
Aside from the unnerving cross-eyed feature
The implications are really immense
Imagine a leg on your plate so humongous
You wouldn't know where to commence
The cross-eyed feature might cause some concern
If the patrons viewed this poor old bird
Before it was rendered suitable for consumption
It sure looked hilariously absurd
The cross eyes were caused by trying to eject
A super sized extra large egg
Probably gave the poor brave chicken a hernia
Before passing it, for mercy it begged
Such is the way of us civilized humans
Thinking of our bellies all day
Paying no attention to these cross-eyed chickens
As they dance to the hen house ballet
hhmmmmm
Over the flume in a barrel,
consumed by a rainbow cascade;
Oh, the adrenaline of inundation!
Sumptuous the rush of shock therapy;
Chaos is the fresh start,
that flow is the restart of your heart;
Cataclysmic charge inside the mist,
heightened by Ozone scenting the air;
Rolling me like a beast,
gutted of everything but the fall;
Over the flume in a barrel,
consumed by a rainbow cascade;
Petrified, high on the speed tumbling;
I want it to stop, I want that ride;
In it’s mouth I taste it,
the rush racing from fingers to toes;
A mirror of personality,
ideas explode into action;
Insanity is chance,
don’t sweat it you’ll float to the bottom;
Over the flume in a barrel,
topsy-turvy is unnerving;
When you stand up you’re left awestruck,
consumed by a rainbow cascade.
there is profound silence
where there once was life
absence of sound unnerving
no echoes from the past
furniture removed, dust
pictures taken down, empty nails
cobwebs begin to form
sense of sadness and loss
relator's bold sign declares
"For Sale"
CONCEPTUALISTA
impenetrable
fascinations
signified
ever
in transition
of the trivial
visions
validated
with
unnerving
perverse
provocations
subversive
& startling
extremes
generated
to view
inspire
awaken
surprise
of
one mind
into another
Unknown
chaotic, kooky
exciting, unsettling, grounding
Books, Articles, Origin, Universe
invigorating, unnerving, cultivating
beneficial, plausible
Knowledge.
My eyes are getting weaker,
Tho' I seem to see so much more.
My days are getting bleaker,
Tho' I laugh more oft than before.
A laughter so unnerving,
It seems an echo from the Dead,
With off-key music serving
To bait the phantoms in my head.
I see the creatures Helpful,
As they surround his final bed.
They sway in rhythm woeful
Of the transition close ahead.
I step aside; I'm knowing
That they don't want me in their way.
The tension keeps on growing.
I simply bow my head and pray.
I feel the body leaving,
But see it still upon the bed.
My heart begins its grieving.
His soul is gone, but he is dead.
I looked up into the eyes of a panther
she looked enraged and ready to eat
a carnivore who could eat our flesh pre-kill
her opulent eyes were unnerving and terrifying;
a slow smile came to her lips
I felt like prey
where would I run? how long would the chase take?
Big cats break your back and start with your head.
Spawn Variant, with powers unheard,
With magic and strength, your every word.
Shadows and darkness, your timeless reign,
Variant shows a world that's not in vain.
With flick of wrist and flash of light,
Variant transforms the world in sight.
Changing landscapes with spells so rare,
Anything is possible in Spawn's dark lair.
Rivers run red, with blood and fire,
As Variant's powers take gamers higher.
The mountains rise, with peaks so high,
As Variant's magic touches the sky.
The creatures are fierce, unnerving, and bold,
But Variant's magic makes them cold.
With every wave of your hand, you instil the fear,
So that everypath, every step, every end is clear.
With powers so vast, Variant guides the way,
Changing the world, with what you choose to say.
A different world, a new way to survive,
With Variant at your side, bringing you alive.
So come one, come all, join the hunt,
Unleash your powers, and take the stunt.
Embrace the shadows, and rule the land,
For Variant is here, with magic so grand.
Love
Love can feel like flying,
Soaring above the world below,
You feel unbreakable,
Like there’s nothing you don’t know.
Love can be quite shaky,
It can go up and down,
But when two people really care,
They choose to stick around.
Love can be unnerving,
Not sure where its going to lead,
But you think you have the answers,
Oh, that’s so naïve.
Love can be so painful,
It will likely make you cry,
When you approach a struggle,
Its always worth a try.
Love will break you to pieces,
When you lose your special one,
When it comes to purpose,
Youll feel like you have none.
Love will teach you lessons,
But will also leave a scar.
When you get your heart broken,
You learn more about who you are.
She was his devoted and loving wife and then came those pitiful, anguished nights..
She counted the cries, the bruising and prayed for an end to his confusion.
His night frights that she was observing had become quite unnerving..
In their bed he lay restless, squirming, what he saw was deeply disturbing..
Pillows punched and flattened held the key to the terrors that she couldn't see.
Most days he was distant, robotic. Was he now becoming psychotic?
She held him with a heart so tender. The war had ended but those memories wouldn't surrender.
It's trauma lived on and it bore thru his flesh. He now fought the battle of post traumatic stress.
I’ve never felt this way before
Never been treated in such a manner
Something so new to me, it’s unnerving
Fear inches everywhere in my body
What if we all thought wrong?
What if the perfect daydream I thought
I was in, Was not
my reality?
I’ve never thought I could come near
To such a fate like this.
Being loved
And being treated like I actually exist.
I want to drown in this feeling,
Of pure bliss,
Perfect happiness.
I’m scared to feel it until
I reach the bottom,
My feet scratching the surface of confrontation
And what I dread.
How do we go from here?
How do I come back up?
What if I float back up to a reality
Where everything was in my head?
I don’t want to go back.
What if I float to a reality
Where you and I are together.
Until we aren’t?
Until the water flushed away
The covers I put over myself,
Exposing
Me.
Would you still like me then?
Boringness and annoyingness and flaws and all?
Or would your eyes drift elsewhere,
To someone smarter, prettier, chattier?
I don’t know what reality has
In hold for me.
But I just want to know,
Would you still like me,
Flaws and all?
Give me a hint of reality.
The room in the Agua Fria neighborhood
it's the only place i feel safe
in this city of effusive parties
from so many noisy places...
There is the beach street where I sometimes pass...
However, it is in my tranquil room that I find calm and refuge.
from the horrors of city stridency...
I wish life was a cozy room
without the unnerving throb of the street-
If so... plaintive serenity
how is my lovely room... !
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