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[title] => My Free-Flowing Mind
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[bodytext] => Life is crazy…simple The way pink green tea moves like fluorescent lava in my cup And how music is auditory math for the soul How we scratch rocks on wood when we write with No. 2’s Yet consider ourselves modern enough to live like ants on the moon The way the words “stuffed envelopes” makes me salivate, and no I’m not a pica-inflicted street performer How you eat all the chocolate chip cookie dough And leave the bowl sitting empty with a sad coat of sticky film that justifies not washing it Tomatoes are plump hearts with ventricles that I consume for my heart And the fancy word “lycopene” makes me feel intelligent, as if my lack of an education is no big deal, really. Everything that’s created destroys something else… Yet we all drive to work pretending not to notice, because there’s no other way Today, green feels like emeralds reflected in a pool of lime jello But tomorrow I may feel indifferent towards the color Today I’ll wear that backwards hat of questioning authority and pinning all of society’s problems on that donkey—err, elephant But tomorrow I’ll most likely wake up, happily eat a bowl of cardboard oats, and move my feet to the tune of “The Stars and Stripes Forever” "Rebels" are people seeking freedom in a place that is not ours And beauracrats assemble themselves neatly to decide the fate of lesser plebeians We’re all a bit like files Spend days making them perfect (that page is still missing) Look pretty for the state's inspection And ten years later you’re forgotten Remembered only to be shoved mercilessly into the shredder so that the cycle can be continued Life seems to exist only to perpetuate itself Like a machine that extracts oil which is used solely to fuel the machine Nihilism is not- or should not be- fashionable, yet many arrive at its gates Despite its intimidating defiance against the bright blue sky, this steel behemoth demands nothing But I must be a happy guest on this, life’s journey Because otherwise I would leave! Thank god for friends, uncontrollable laughter, sleep, and melody. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 48 [informant] => cheshire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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