Dark Poetry #4 |
The Human Brain |
darkblues Junior Member
since 2007-02-20
Posts 27 |
If the human brain was nothing but solid cranium skull would this place be escapable would hell heaven atheist or beast still take us or commit us or count us and earth still show its reason alive dead; it is a cocoons shell, bulky, soft of vast vacuum open to all the seasons weathered, weathering layer upon layer of nuances thoughts gestures actions senses a limitless, infinite island alone in flight sophisticated, drowning in the search for its devotion and light, and when darkness comes the fight is unforgiving a schism of twisted, battling fears takes over consuming, absorbing until it feels rooted and incapable either way it seems inescapable peppered with soul and spirit and the unknown. |
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rrrstop Junior Member
since 2007-04-21
Posts 27Florida |
A good read, thanks! A soul constrained to matter, alors, quelque cookie batter! |
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Philmont Member
since 2004-01-10
Posts 61 |
I dunno man. Maybe you've underestimated matter a bit. I'm no philosopher, but I think that all those nerons connecting together can achieve something more than just single neurons. |
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sleeping_beauty23 Junior Member
since 2006-11-14
Posts 12Ontario, Canada |
i really liked this good word choices |
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Twilight Warrior Member
since 2007-02-22
Posts 106The World That Never Was |
This was a very good poem. How did I miss it? "One last drink and the bottle breaks, returning us to the dust from whence we came" |
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