Poems about Health
The circle The rustle of the blanket Pulling me away from sleep
you've killed me, he says laughing and staggers backwards into the edge of the light where something
Tick...Tock...Tick Just breathe Keep calm You got this You studied for hours Wait is it A or B?
My mind retraces dark places skin deep hatred of flesh deflated.
Sleep, that place where fantasies keep & time repeats merged between the seams of sheets where some nightmares creep at the beat of c
I think I'm a jerk. Maybe the funny part is: Some people are jerks.
Sometimes I feel as if I'm constantly running. Not knowing from what, or from whom, or to where.
He adjusted his yellowing glasses Gathered his scattered thoughts
Because I love you, I'll help calm the storm spiraling in your head.
A drop of poison Turns into bucket fulls Sinking Deep Into the ocean. Its deepest pits