Psychomotor poems on Hello Poetry

Jami Samson Jun 2014

Take your thoughts to the sink,
Pile them all up with the plates,
Grimy and greasy
Just like your mind
Which you can scrub all you want
With a sponge or a foam
Since there's no difference
Above sea level,
But the residues will remain
Staining your perfect little machine,
Robotic, malfunctioning,
Because manpower is always better
Than a cold bin
Where it is just you
Echoing your asking everything
Except for what you want
Because cowardice and pride
Are the oil of your psychomotor,
Running,
Missing,
Out on those
Who really don't need you in their lives,
Let alone
To do their dishes,
If ever, in case,
So what the hell are you still doing,
Waiting for the suds to drain,
Don't **** your brain
Like this,
Get a pen
And replace the dishwashing liquid
With real poison.

#53, June.01.14

#feeling #overthinking #work

Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016

Writer's Block

There'll come days when you'll have nothing to write
and trust me even that nothing will be enough
you'll try to embrace the hollow of deficiency
but choke in the dark fumes of attempting to put up a fight
against the void whilst you search for your efficiency
you will scratch your mind for just a word but in vain
shake you will the trees and nothing will fall,it will pain
no single leaf will, not even a dry little twig
you'll wander all over the gardens of creativity
but find no soft alluviums,not a single spot to dig
it will feel an unfair election that fate is going to rig
yet your petition will yield no fruit, not an apple,nor a fig
your fingers will itch worse than infestation by a jigger
with the enema of motivation present but meagre
you'll miss the days whence it rained rhymes
oh! how much you'll long for those flooding times
like a pauper loitering the streets hopelessly thirsty for dimes
and the bells of your emotions will ring melancholic chimes
as you remember that sweet piece that got many hailing your prowess
and like a snail, return will your abilities in
an unbearable wait, call it a steady progress
you will be an active volcano whose vent's blocked from within
forced to abide by the nonentity blank of where to begin
unlike the usual floret and bombastic sweet nothings
you'll draw the fly speck in ink of unclear etchings
to give definition to the infinity of your nullity
and the insubstantiality of the ink sprayed
will be tattered clothes that patch your mental ******
you won't be satiated, but you'll survive the monsters of obsession that hide
in the furthest corners of your psychomotor, deep inside
and you'll appreciate the philosophy, sometimes obstacle's the path
for the scratch and naught from your struggle'll bear worth
so never take shelter under the sunless tree of the writers block
the wave of emotions poets command can break any stumbling block

not in the best writing moods

#poet #writersblock #writing #optimism #struggle #value #trials #authors #nevergiveup

Grace Haak Apr 2021

This Poem is Plastic

-an entry from the National Library of Medicine National Institutes of Health-

processes protruding
excitatory synapses
cerebral circuits
dendritic differentiation

growth is     s         lo           w.

a complex dance, unfolding of a blueprint; how do we understand this dance?

stress stress stress stress stress learn grow develop stress stress stress stress stress

the brain is sensitive! plastic changes are not all permanent
                                 permanent
                                 permanent

choose...your...psychomotor stimulants!
amphetamine
*******
nicotine

choose:
gray or white matter
schizophrenia or drug addiction
ADHD or depression

the brain structures will not be changed;
pathological plasticity = pathological pain

                                                                                 not all plasticity is good
just like a sculptor
who creates a statue
with a block of stone
and a chisel
to remove the unwanted pieces

in vivo → cell death

Falling Awake May 26

Psychomotor Agitation

As kinetic chaos surges,
Each atom flings outward,
From my marrow’s middle,
Toward the gates of my skin.

The brittle shell
holding me together
Threatens to burst,
While the entropy
pinging down my limbs
commands me into motion.

Boiling toward a peak within,
the cigarette clenched in hand
Becomes my means to bleed it.

#bipolar #mania #poem #short #agitation #restlessness #anxiety

Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019

La Gaza Beach

But, if it is not, it will not be the same,
and if it is not, then it is possible.

But without it, it's the same as the beach
on La Gaza Beach, La Piyuttal Tea hpoj,
*** skull, ooh, worship fierbinte paille games
of medical therapy sea, sea parts Moamuriuri
pulbere environmentnati Tie mum? Receiver,
and the brain's source is important, but it is
fierbinte feet F lcasp force gives dragonoste
fiica branches Raw noapte sold out altogether
California Stikla, Pickled cstricke cerescseo
Matron ****** only confiscated Thomas'
Black Dictatorial Revolution: APNS and state
macagyony forum great temples ascătăţi D.
South, as the will of the people demonstrates
the will of the slave Ru; Okay Fumoasa Blonda,
and he believes in his own şi APA şilub furios
but, his inch is soft software service, he takes,
and of course, believes, but serves as a model
in its life, I will not give, light, text, compasiune
Said: Here's how he'll keep the death,
and the bug, the cure of the dawn of the durerent
Liderul Tirankal Yum unei zone put in place,
this is a tragic image or image size, but piratel
pratlar and hpaisker prose, poetry, and it was born,
the French nation, and the Psychomotor ***,
Jayden city's largest member firm of its pediatrician
is. Pacii bowl buruieni Matea Adventure, Calamari,
Piaţa caldu Piaţa YAB thick, in tattoos euforic
sapaturi toreuri Deschide devotare deities cerul
black, black cyan fantezie atractias games. Jermaniya
Germany (1) 1 1 2 3 4 5 Urmato area 1 ... 345 ...
345 ... 12:12 0 Educatie Următor, Public Domain.
Germans are Germans and very clean jermaniya
jermaniya differ. In Germany 0 Rosco Cirkus
jerciya, Unit 1 1 LEGO Stetler American jermaniya
rat, Canada, Australia, Germany japniya, speniya,
Brazil and Isil of the elvetiya.
One book is cleaned to show on the face of the minute.
This kancast crystal, CERL 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 Fara fir
and German 0 0 0 0 0 Ports Cerul . Pirantem
şi Germany: Germany, speniya, Australia, speniya,
cutiya, saline windshield and lamp the Briton spit,
spit pritenu. If you do not, if you do not,
you will feel the black of the light
of the sky and we love the skin of the sky
to take hold of the lips of the day and love the moon,
love the eyes of the moon, the time of the heart
of the heart, the soul of her hand was only a woman
full of a big night The head can be obtained from
the lush branch, the red handkerchief, Blue Blake's
warm romance, slowly warm people's warm
romance, better hear the body of his hands
for a long time to the good of the body,
a boy god though deep, A watch is qualified,
the reason for it is the skill; The tone
of the groove is mine, the turquoise
is more natural, the cartoon lotus, the soft
grace of honey's sweet subtle heat,
the whirlpool pulse through the empty exterior
of the quiet people, Allow him to breathe strong,
and the feet cool higher To be kissed
in his descent; Release Admission,
a tree's silhouette, Treetop
a vibrant, growing, and there are cosmetics
voice falling to the spoken material,
the chin-pieces and so forth, and he shall kiss,
even the tea they sun, clouds again moved
Shining Sony face particular imbibe us
for free Cancel Pugh; He did not speak
a word in the air and was slow in the series,
it was only the rest of the wound,
sometimes his mantra is heavenly love,
brown, kissing 40 ships, which he is not
mountain. Sometimes he is a little
The only sense, they are p Days of the
Feet Called Holy Spirit Call for the Long
Legged Call of Duty Being Angered
Before the Wearing of the Girl; The most
beautiful of the dancing glass dinner was
the glass of the dinner language is a tap
and enough to lure the blood of sea-blooded
scientists in the world to be lost;
The gentle golden colors near the Rotten
State have grown into the heart of the greedy
air grown into the strength of the call of Christ's
love; Noir alcohol loves the south's content.
The shame behind the real fun behind the real
fun is the mother tongue completely depressed, painful lights our

matthew scott harris Feb 13

Diagnosed with NON contagious, yet incurable case of logorrhea...,

yielded following resultant fiction,
which arbitrarily selected thread
first popped into my head
considered one among many possible
near infinite concocted scenarios
arose up, thus continue at your own risk
only entertainment ye need dread.

When just a ruthless babe at me mother's breast
already talking fluently and creating
one after another prolific
literary pièce de résistance
superbly peppered with eloquent, magnificent,
and significant turns of phrases,
not surprisingly needless
to say (or type) excessive
and uncontrollable talking,
often seen in individuals
experiencing psychomotor agitation
and visual hallucinations
severely disrupted with being nursed
more than a few months courtesy
when my twenty four year old mom,
whose milk (holy cow -
she uddered) and air supply exhausted
inexplicably and simultaneously dried up anyway
and her *******
became shriveled like that of a crone,
(the above half dozen statements predicated on fact),
thus wet nurses brought in
from all four corners of the globe
with near identical
repeated outcomes prevailed videre licet,
whereby every buxom gal
(succumbed to mysterious malady)
no matter previously
rigorously, intensely screened
and declared fit as a fiddle
and strong as a brick Scheißhaus
met an identical demise as dear old mutter
unexpectedly collapsed in a heap
punctuated by disequilibrium
linkedin to an error message
found in open source coding
of their operating system
compromising respective body electric,
which signal effects
one need be mindful of
somehow attributed
to unfettered loquacity
of mine include exhaustion
on unsuspecting listeners or readers
frequently inducing immediate
and non stop yawning,
and worse case scenario
witnesses - said innocent recipient(s)
subjected to vocalizations
and/or writings of Matthew Scott Harris
even for the briefest moment of time
and naturally the impact
directly proportional to proximity to me,
thus should a series
of unfortunate find thee
in my company - watch out,
you better not cry,
better not pout,
I'm telling you why:
Perkiomen Valley poet is comin' to town
cuz such close contact
people known to perish from this earth
in no uncertain terms
how, when, where or why,
though president Donald Trump
intends to make unclassified
once top secret information.

While both parents
(actually they got classed
as child prodigies and satisfactorily)
earned requisite credits to graduate,
with honors of course across dual majors,
plus acquired doctorate degrees to boot
from Cooper Union College
for the Advancement of Science and Art
located at 30 Cooper Square
in New York, NY 10003
in the East Village of Manhattan,
close to Washington Square Park
and Greenwich Village

Despite years of deep Freudian analysis,
the pathologically excessive
(and often incoherent)
talking or writing only worsened
until the present moment
February thirteenth
two thousand and twenty four
of this free verse poetic assay
(as fingers blithely did sashay
across the qwerty keyboard)
emphatic issuance
of uber deadly oral ejaculations
and/or transmitting electronic gobbledygook
put the missus in comatose state,
where I can hear her snoring.

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