Cervical Cogitationum

Cervical Cogitationum Guide

Cervical Cogitationum Guide:

In this album of poems, it switches from real life to my imagination. The imagination sequences are or have larger metaphors, and the reality sequences have smaller, fine-grained metaphors to build up the thoughts of the moment.

1. Imagination. Kingdom Alrene; my family, Alrene being my mother's middle name. The King being my father, the Queen being my mother, and the peasants being my brothers and I. Fairly self explanatory, my father being unambitious, but there for my family, my mother being ambitious, and kind of abandoning my family.

2. Imagination. Life is at random, people are tossed like dice, and chosen at random. The beauty of life and it's contents.

3. Reality. The bus, my ill memories of my childhood at school, I was bullied, had my things vandalized and thrown out windows, the bus driver didn't care, it was a disaster. And my parents did nothing about it, really.

4. Imagination/Reality. I didn't feel at home, not at school, not at home. Homeless. Ongoings of why different thought is looked upon in spite, and I was a trouble maker in school.

5. Imagination. Mnemosyne, being the goddess of memory is possessed. A metaphor of repressed memories.

6. Reality. My school principal told me he'd help, time and again, but never did anything, and caused more problems than he solved. Greased gloves lending a hand. A metaphor, for being unhelpful. He disliked me.

7. Imagination/Reality. Phantasmagoric sequence of being at school with that unhelpful principal, and the bus driver who was wicked and didn't care. Structured development meaning they foresee your future, and call you an imbecile behind your back, essentially calling me a ditch digger. The works. More bus ongoings.

8. Imagination. A metaphor of how no matter how much hope, sight, insight, etc. you have. You're always wrong to someone, and they'll try and throw you down. Happened to me constantly.

9. Imagination. Continuation of the story of my family, my mother moved a few times, and came back, and the cycle repeated. My father drinks beer frequently but gets his work done, no doubt, but isn't all that ambitious. My brothers and I grew up all right, better than some would in a situation like that. My happy family can be seen in only photographs, now.

10. Imagination. A metaphor. When I was younger, and my family had issues, things seem more complex, like a nuclear reactor, complex. And I'd get so mad at everything, like a nuclear meltdown.

11. Reality. My phantasmagoric seeming few years of middle school. My principal told me to quit the band, constantly wrong or "wrong." Kids complaining about mathematics, which I look spitefully upon. I'd do weird things for a laugh, and people, peers, teachers, etc. body language speaking louder than words, yells at me that I'm destined to be a low life ditch digger.

12. Imagination/Reality. First off, my personality off of the 16 personalities is "INFJ" and it's a metaphor of being labeled. Ongoings about poor morals, and warm hearts growing cold, ongoings about pseudo idiosyncrasies, my made up term meaning a belief in something special or different, or particular to a specific person, but really isn't. For instance; self harm, it's so common, but those who do it believe they're something different.

13. Reality. Telling about a story of a childhood friend, who, after they went their separate way, seemed their life had gotten better, while mine took a turn in the opposite direction, when it seemed so fine at the time. Telling about the metaphor in "A Fairy Tale" and how it contained truths, if interpreted correctly. Telling about how I'm content with my potentially sad life, but if the problems, like my poor work with my hands, like handwriting, my roads were to *truly* cross with my old friend, or other resolves found, I could wear a better smile.