lindsaysscribblings.com » Cerebrations of Self http://lindsaysscribblings.com Poetry, Prose, and Photos by Lindsay Bernsen Mon, 31 Oct 2011 17:01:09 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 Copyright © lindsaysscribblings.com 2011 penguinswaddle@gmail.com (lindsaysscribblings.com) penguinswaddle@gmail.com (lindsaysscribblings.com) 2880 http://lindsaysscribblings.com/wp-content/plugins/podpress/images/poetryslammed141by141.png lindsaysscribblings.com http://lindsaysscribblings.com 144 144 Poetry, Prose, and Photos by Lindsay Bernsen lindsaysscribblings.com lindsaysscribblings.com penguinswaddle@gmail.com no no Comprehension, like anatomy, fails. http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/nature/comprehension-like-anatomy-fails http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/nature/comprehension-like-anatomy-fails#comments Tue, 28 Apr 2009 15:47:21 +0000 lindsay http://lindsaysscribblings.com/?p=678 Sentience, like mass should not be created
Or destroyed
Its mere existence should guarantee its extension
Transferring through different media
But never quite gone
Never completely gone
Without pain
Or regret
Or indecision.

]]> http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/nature/comprehension-like-anatomy-fails/feed 0 Lave http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/clutter/lave http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/clutter/lave#comments Thu, 19 Feb 2009 02:48:39 +0000 lindsay http://lindsaysscribblings.com/?p=582 Fingernails full
Of cells
Entropic
Scratched from my back
To be washed down the drain
Of my shower:  I lack
A proper campaign,
Misanthropic
Death-knells,
A cull,
Or a gain.

]]> http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/clutter/lave/feed 0 Double-turned http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/love-and-war/double-turned http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/love-and-war/double-turned#comments Mon, 15 Dec 2008 06:00:38 +0000 lindsay http://lindsaysscribblings.com/?p=528 The point was hammered: my protocol is off, hurtful.
I know it.
The point was hammered so I broke:
Not one more blow.

]]> http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/love-and-war/double-turned/feed 0 My Hair is Red http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/my-hair-is-red http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/my-hair-is-red#comments Thu, 22 Nov 2007 06:00:41 +0000 lindsay http://lindsaysscribblings.com/introspection/my-hair-is-red/ My hair is red
Not scarlet, not auburn,
Not orange.
My hair is red.
The same shade as my passion-
A deep, dripping mahogany resolution
Of lacquered manners,
Independent thought,
And sensuality.

]]> http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/my-hair-is-red/feed 0 I, my self http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/nature/i-my-self http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/nature/i-my-self#comments Mon, 03 Sep 2007 03:08:52 +0000 lindsay http://lindsaysscribblings.com/?p=274 I would discard this body
If I could
In a single tentative heartleap
I would discard this uncouth body
I would discard this faltering facade
I would discard this sensual illusion
Azure eyes and inherited vulnerabilities
I would discard this body
If I could
Exist extra-corporeally.

]]> http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/nature/i-my-self/feed 1 The Problem Is http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/the-problem-is http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/the-problem-is#comments Mon, 03 Sep 2007 02:36:46 +0000 lindsay http://lindsaysscribblings.com/?p=273 The problem is
I always begin
Anxiously
Casually
Conspiratorially
The problem is
There are too many problems
And I complain about them
Too often
The problem is
My own anxiety
My own conspiracy
Paranoia
The problem is
My mouth.

]]> http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/the-problem-is/feed 0 0:00:01 The problem is I always begin Anxiously Casually Conspiratorially The problem is There are too many problems And I complain about them Too often The problem is My own anxiety My own conspiracy Paranoia The problem is My mouth. The problem is I always begin Anxiously Casually Conspiratorially The problem is There are too many problems And I complain about them Too often The problem is My own anxiety My own conspiracy Paranoia The problem is My mouth. Poetry, Recommended penguinswaddle@gmail.com no no When I Die http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/when-i-die http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/when-i-die#comments Sat, 25 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000 lindsay http://lindsaysscribblings.com/?p=270 When I die
You can open my little beat-up Compaq
The backspace key finally replaced
The power cable tenuously soldered
When I die
You can open my dear oft-used laptop,
My incarnate life-blood,
Or it’s certain successor
When I die
You can trundle through its clandestine
Reminiscences
And maybe I’ll still breathe

]]> http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/when-i-die/feed 0 Calm Assurance http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/calm-assurance http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/calm-assurance#comments Sat, 07 Jul 2007 05:00:48 +0000 lindsay http://lindsaysscribblings.com/?p=261 Calm assurance
In my own certainty
I accept your questions
Ponder my defense
But still
Rest with
Calm assurance
Infallibility
I could be wrong
But I am not
I could be wrong
But do not care
I could be wrong
And I recognize
Your independent will
While still subtly
Suffusing
Calm assurance
Manifest certainty
I could be wrong
But I am not.

]]> http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/calm-assurance/feed 0 Mutually Exclusive http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/mutually-exclusive http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/mutually-exclusive#comments Sat, 07 Jul 2007 05:00:36 +0000 lindsay http://lindsaysscribblings.com/?p=260 In the space between

Intermittent beats-
Elongated
By stifled breaths-

Faith
Exists.
Even now,
As I scoff at its mis-direction,
A swift, tacit
Prayer
Stems from my lips.
A vain hope for
Reconciliation
Of the mutually
Exclusive.

]]> http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/mutually-exclusive/feed 0 0:00:01 In the space between Intermittent beats- Elongated By stifled breaths- Faith Exists. Even now, As I scoff at its mis-direction, A swift, tacit Prayer Stems from my lips. A vain hope for Reconciliation Of the mutually Exclusive. In the space between Intermittent beats- Elongated By stifled breaths- Faith Exists. Even now, As I scoff at its mis-direction, A swift, tacit Prayer Stems from my lips. A vain hope for Reconciliation Of the mutually Exclusive. Poetry penguinswaddle@gmail.com no no Past Houses http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/past-houses http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/past-houses#comments Sat, 10 Mar 2007 06:00:43 +0000 lindsay http://lindsaysscribblings.com/?p=243 Walking past houses
Row by tranquil row
Networked indecision
Keeping me alone
Roads are empty
My voice carries
Over the whispering leaves
And the sky worries
Harsh gray anxiety
I reveal my alto secrets
Lighter every step
Walking past houses
Alone with my regrets.

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