Heart Skips With the Brain

how cute is the picture? Though not exactly what I was going for with poem.

My brain has a thought
and my heart jumps along
like a puppy on a lead
so just before
going to sleep
an idea or worry
springs to mind
and rather than be kind
and let me rest
my heart decides
to make itself heard
by knocking hard
against my chest.


So now of course
it's beating quick
and with that rolls forward
that certain gaze
and thoughts get covered
in a romantic haze
and all I want to do is sleep
but my brain
sets the heart up
ready to run
and the heart on it's own
pounding desperately
for someone. 

Whispering Thoughts

The whisper of a thought
barely a breath upon the brain
it's not driving me insane 
merely making me wonder
how many thoughts I've missed
how many come and go
without letting me know.


Have I missed an idea
that was barely here?
Forgotten a fact 
because I was distracted?
I don't want everything
to disappear like that,
I want to try and grab it all
because it's me, my thoughts,
my world. 

The Sun and Moon of the Brain

In some parts of the brain

everything clicks 

I say to myself 

this makes sense 

and in turn it sticks.

Whereas others get thrown

in to deep fog of the skull

where nonsense takes reign 

and clarity becomes dull.

The facts on one side 

jump up and down with glee

they're rooted and trusted

so it makes them happy.

Whereas in the gloom 

where understanding is lack

the words trudge round

their posture and attitude slack. 

The bright tries to drag 

the gloom it's way

tries to brighten the fog

and bring understanding with the day.

PS - purposely chose the picture since it's kind of what I had in my head while I wrote this :)

More

Stomach pounds at the ribs
more more more 
it demands 
esteem and awareness of appearance
try to take a stand 
but thrown down
in to the weaker shadows
of the brain.


It's always the same
it's never enough
it's
never
enough 
always craving
until full.


I don't know
when I'm empty. 

Lost Thought

Every wrinkle of the brain
seems to be filled 
with a line of thought
be it an idea
a memory
a fear 
a desire 
a fact

I travel along each crack
picking up this 
but get distracted by that
It's hard to keep track. 


I don't know what I'm loosing
because I'm too busy
finding. 

Morning Mind

Thoughts
not sticking
slipping
from the grip
of the brain


Quietly 
padding around
the head
barely making 
an imprint 
can't keep track
of the footsteps
or the impression
what they were trying to say


Drifting back
until once again
falling to sleep
barely remembering
it happened
in the first place.