preoccupied while driving long distances
or being kept up at night
faking attention while allegedly fixed
on conversations at lunch
always hidden in my skull
constantly sorting out the information
or reevaluating what’s tucked away
in all the brain drawers
thoughts about the annoyingly plangent
to the mundane and everything in between
the barrage of endless mental whirring
holds me prisoner
torturingly so
while i ache for peace
from these mental gymnastics
Inspired by What do you see #245
taking it all in
a position of power
contemplating life
thinking critically requires information
information requires facts
facts require accuracy
accuracy requires thinking critically
the greatest phrontistery
a warm comfortable bed
with pillows separating
and cushioning all body parts
being horizontal as novel ideas swirl
amidst rapid random thoughts
the natural light grazes the curtains
helping to evoke the next great plans
time passes
yet stands still
as invisible lines connect
one thought to the next
daydreams become reality
maybe
the thoughts that make it to the page
recaptured from memories
or inspirations on our life’s path
or feelings needing a voice
may they be the best
and the most genuine
Redux
the future is a time
that hasn’t presented itself yet
always mysteriously just out of eyesight
every minute we take
the next steps into an unknown
the unexpected without a to-do list
our present excitedly seeking resolution
on past laid plans in the tomorrows
still to come
endless possibilities
layering into eternity
the eternal question of what’s next
Originally published September 8, 2018 on I Write Her. Posted here with revisions.
what would life look like
to think purposefully
not intrusively
being bombed by 50k thoughts
all of the time
unwelcome thoughts derailing my mind
everyday
unknown
never experienced before
sleeping is the closest i’ll come
and even then
i’m unaware
as to what that peace feels like
maybe this is why i write
hoping the words fall out
instead of staying in my head
the chaos of thoughts
becoming organized on paper
Inner thoughts, the silent mental unpacking.
Been there, done that. So many times. You?
brick wall exploding inside of my head
idea, a thought,
a thousand ideas more
desires under layers, long forgotten fires
what if’s,
hopes, dreams
the pain
whatever I try, I can’t
there’s a war on my mind
and nothing can’t help me right now.
i take a step back to refocus
ordinary tasks beckon
i watch silently, attentively
as the rivulets of water splash in the basin
thoughts begin to cascade in
jumbled and incoherent at first
yet sentences start to form
as the words assemble reasonably
quick, let me write that down
to capture the emotions and the intent
conveying my thoughts is such satisfaction
even in the boring routine of the day
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