Synapic Self

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Synaptic Self

I am my synaptic self
my synapses are me
they have the nerve
they make the connections
they are the “who” in me.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

“You are your synapses. They are who you are.” Joseph LeDoux

This was a found poem written about our synapses and what this guy (who studied them) said about them. I just found it interesting that this chemical reaction makes us who we are.

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The Creamy Center In You Melts My Hard Candy Shell

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The Creamy Center In You Melts My Hard Candy Shell

I have a digital urge
saved only for you
I press the on button
zeros and ones flow
following circuit board traces
passing through logic chips
capacitors charging and discharging.

I see your face in the screens light
and there you are in High Definition
receiving you sharp and clear
streaming over Wi-Fi
your sound surrounds me fully
animated emotions run unchecked
flashing through my preferred player
initiating a protocol saved only for you.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2018

Written for, and shared with my friends at Poets United. Love can take many forms, just like poetry.

Identity

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Identity

What’s your password and username?
So much information to retain
to me, it’s undeniably clear
we’re being controlled by mad puppeteers.

A barrage of strangers asking me
extremely private questions-constantly
I’d like to find a better way
if only I’d lived in another day.

An innocent time when life was good
when one still lived in their neighborhood
the internet was still a dream
and people relaxed by real streams.

My parents said life then was hard
but now I’m judged by credit cards
a government that has no clue
and I take it all like a proper fool.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Poets United.

One

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One

one
is never enough
or so it seems

one fine spring day
incredible happiness
after a hard winter

uniqueness-
one planet earth
one you

make it count
it all begins
with one (you)

the number one
the loneliest number
in a crowd

binary code
zeros and ones
make up everything

one haiku
for Matsuo Bashō
never enough

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Haiku Horizons.