Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

minds could

i’ve been beginning to think that there’s no sort of place, no sort of place, no sort of place at all
no sort of place out there for no-one, not to call home, not to live in, not to be in, not to think in

a place where you deny all the senses their salvation, their one only vice

eyes want to see but keep them locked in a quietly dark tomb with
no sunset or sunrise and no horizon but
the ones and zeroes a busied brain could conjure up under stimulated haze
(longing for lost lazy days)

mouth wants to speak but keep it sewn together, all the words…all the words..
all the words which escape make no sense, they hurt and cut
into the depths although they are not intended so
(someone should show them all how to let go)

lungs want to breathe but cut off the air
it’s all gas and mixtures of trouble particles bouncing about
carefree but lost, unable to think enough to trust
(but enough mistrust to distrust)

hands long to touch but cut off the nerves
the jangled and frayed endings have no use in a world of dulled pain
where a gentle tearing, and a careful destruction rule
(i’d forever want to be held, such as a stricken fool)

shut down the noise - no music in here
no food for the ears and an emptiness
in which to think of calming throes instead of despair

no matter how many times you scream,
the only scream which is released
comes out silent

…

i think it may have been forgotten
the friendly methodologies of how to live
and speak and think and wonder
but always conceal
loathe to speak of what
minds could reveal

‘lungs want to breathe but cut off the air
it’s all gas and mixtures of trouble particles bouncing about
carefree but lost, unable to think enough to trust
(but enough mistrust to distrust)’

I think this sounds like number 18 with a slant.

Not sure about this line, ‘deny all the senses their salvation’, partially because I don’t know what you’re on about, and also because I think it’s weak in comparison to the rest.

But I do, do like this very much: ‘i think it may have been forgotten
the friendly methodologies of how to live
and speak and think and wonder’

I like the concrete in your work, but that’s me, being a fussy reader. You write for yourself, not me.

No place better than the mind for home, maybe? Or maybe not even that, because that can be horrible. I don’t know.

I love the form of this one, even though it also fills me with pangs of … or maybe feelings of … things being done, finished, over and missing.

katy: it is possibly the product of too many hours of overanalysis. sometimes you just want to stop everything to give yourself a chance to catch up. shut it all down, silence everything, just for a little while. And yes, while the mind can be somewhere to escape to, it can also be the prison in which to spend life.

Bohémienne: It’s not intended as an end. There are tiny little parts where things disappear or go missing… sometimes they come back, though.

Sounds familiar. If there was a way to stop overanalysis, I’d totally go for it. As it is, apparently it can only be curbed slightly. Maybe you could try giving yourself an hour or so, of maybe less (this would be less daunting?) to physcially sit and do nothing. To not force out thoughts which occur, but not bother with them; to let them just come and go, and just to sit, or lie down, letting things rearrange in your mind? I tried doing this a while ago, when I was very very stressed, and it did help. I suppose I just supplement it with lots of slow cycling now.
Or bake a cake, if you like baking? I did this last night (it went on into the early morning.) Very good for the health :D By the way, have you read The Catcher in The Rye, or Perks of Being a Wallflower? I think you might enjoy them, x

You know, I just followed the path of the words, and the more I read it, the more I am not incline to analyze it, rather, but just go with the flow.

Strange enough, eh? I am so rigidly held by this piece not to really think about it, and even when I am inclined to do, I can’t.

katy: nothing so much happens… thanks for the recommendations!

andophiroxia: if something takes you somewhere else, best not to question the mechanics of flight…

have you seen this
you´ve probably seen this
have you seen this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyqEPgRc6IE
x

rainbowww - i think that has been in existence for some time…?

call me a slow learner then