Cerebral collision

Cerebral collision

A Poem by Sophy Freebirds
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When freaky thoughts hug my cerebrum

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Scrubbing the walls of,
My cerebrum shiny clean.
Thoughts forever cling
To my stubborn skin.

Patches of migraine
Always linger.
Vibrating the panes,
With a loud whimper.

Bucket of ideas splash,
On the pale floor.
I sit mopping them
In a straight row.

© 2015 Sophy Freebirds



Author's Note

Sophy Freebirds
Enjoy the collision :D hope you like it.

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"mopping them in a straight row" until they almost make a poem and almost make sense.

getting those ideas off the walls of our brain...it does often feel like writing is just that...
but that splash feels good when the poems work.

this is such a cool piece, Sophy.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sophy Freebirds

2 Years Ago

Its a great compliment coming from you.thank you for your kind words Jacob :)



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Mopped up cleanly in the gyri!

The play of words migraine and vibrating panes was neat.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Sometimes we can overload and become incoherent, such is the misgivings of a creative mind, so best to take time out and get ideas into words on paper !

Cognitive indeed Sophy and penned in alluring style as ever !!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"mopping them in a straight row" until they almost make a poem and almost make sense.

getting those ideas off the walls of our brain...it does often feel like writing is just that...
but that splash feels good when the poems work.

this is such a cool piece, Sophy.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sophy Freebirds

2 Years Ago

Its a great compliment coming from you.thank you for your kind words Jacob :)
Love this image/idea of needng to urgently cleaning out your ideas!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Sophy, This is a fun one! I get all sorts of images here. I like the idea of scrubbing the mind clean, though I don't think I could ever succeed in the task... too many bats in the belfry. The last stanza though, sticks with me...

"Bucket of ideas splash,
On the pale floor.
I sit mopping them
In a straight row.

We get all these great ideas, but they are often difficult to do much with unless we can order our them... mop them into straight lines. The power of a truly well ordered mind would be a sight to see! Wonderful job!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i really like this .. abstract with so many places to go .. and it all makes perfect sense at the end ..somehow ;)
each verse stands alone .. but together like a Dali .. love love love this ..every word and phrase .
E.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sophy Freebirds

2 Years Ago

Geee.. :) Glad you liked it. Thank you so much for your kind words.

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Sophy Freebirds
Sophy Freebirds

Balangir, Odisha, India



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Christened as Sophy i try to live up to this name.Introduction is something i am never good at.But if you want to know me,read me. My Real name is Ankita Sagar.Will be turning 19 soon this Septembe.. more..

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