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#17 Chaos & Control
Let's talk about our chaotic lives, how we invite more chaos in and how we have absolutely no control over most things. It's hard to accept how little we can actually control in life, and maybe this episode is a bit extreme. Or maybe it's accurate. Who knows?
What's Memento Mori Lab?
Memento Mori Lab is our permission slip to experiment, try new things, and keep bringing ideas to life. In my case, that means writing mediocre poetry, some stories and scripts, doodling, and recording this podcast. Memento Mori reminds us, we are going to die. Whatever creative endeavor you've been postponing, now is the time to take action.
š„Available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, and anywhere you get your podcasts! šhttps://anchor.fm/mementomorilab
Instagram: @memento.mori.labĀ
Twitter: @mementomorilabĀ
Poems
Chaos & Control
Shattered, crushed, under control
Arranged pieces lie still on the floor,
Flat, lifeless, but lethal.
Sharp bits of chaos beneath my steps
My feet stand on glass, but I'm breathing
Inhale and exhale, as if nothing is broken.
Scattered edges cut invisible strings
I bleed from my ego, out of control.
I feel the shards of pain pulse in my veins
A million pieces of chaos, untamed
Inhale and exhale, as if nothing changed.
-
Look around
I look around, searching for more
But every room is a reflection of myself
With piles of dust and sorrow
Each one, abandoned and full.
Filled with scrambled words that never come
Fragments of thought that donāt add up
I find no peace with my eyes closed
I see nothing but chaos once they open
The tears run clear lines down my cheeks,
And stain my thoughts and the list in my hand
Waiting to be done, never to be finished
I wake up to another day, to the same wait.
-
Mess
The house is a mess
My hopes are everywhere
Cans, notes and crumpled paper
Cover my steps on the ground
I looked for answers
Only to find more questions
The more I search the less I find
Promises faded into past
The trajectory, sturdy and strong
Until I went off the rails,
How can I get back on the horse
All mixed metaphors, blurred finish lines
Am I the mess inside this house?
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By Mayra GomesLet's talk about our chaotic lives, how we invite more chaos in and how we have absolutely no control over most things. It's hard to accept how little we can actually control in life, and maybe this episode is a bit extreme. Or maybe it's accurate. Who knows?
What's Memento Mori Lab?
Memento Mori Lab is our permission slip to experiment, try new things, and keep bringing ideas to life. In my case, that means writing mediocre poetry, some stories and scripts, doodling, and recording this podcast. Memento Mori reminds us, we are going to die. Whatever creative endeavor you've been postponing, now is the time to take action.
š„Available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, and anywhere you get your podcasts! šhttps://anchor.fm/mementomorilab
Instagram: @memento.mori.labĀ
Twitter: @mementomorilabĀ
Poems
Chaos & Control
Shattered, crushed, under control
Arranged pieces lie still on the floor,
Flat, lifeless, but lethal.
Sharp bits of chaos beneath my steps
My feet stand on glass, but I'm breathing
Inhale and exhale, as if nothing is broken.
Scattered edges cut invisible strings
I bleed from my ego, out of control.
I feel the shards of pain pulse in my veins
A million pieces of chaos, untamed
Inhale and exhale, as if nothing changed.
-
Look around
I look around, searching for more
But every room is a reflection of myself
With piles of dust and sorrow
Each one, abandoned and full.
Filled with scrambled words that never come
Fragments of thought that donāt add up
I find no peace with my eyes closed
I see nothing but chaos once they open
The tears run clear lines down my cheeks,
And stain my thoughts and the list in my hand
Waiting to be done, never to be finished
I wake up to another day, to the same wait.
-
Mess
The house is a mess
My hopes are everywhere
Cans, notes and crumpled paper
Cover my steps on the ground
I looked for answers
Only to find more questions
The more I search the less I find
Promises faded into past
The trajectory, sturdy and strong
Until I went off the rails,
How can I get back on the horse
All mixed metaphors, blurred finish lines
Am I the mess inside this house?