my heart burns
not from the acid in my stomach
it almost.. yearns
like a longing ache.
my mind whirls
like a spinning top
or maybe it twirls
like a spinning mop.
nevertheless there's this feeling
that won't go away
almost like a new beginning
and i think i like it that way.
my mind and my heart
both tell me to stay
for this new start
come what may.
no matter what occurs
this feeling has meaning
maybe I'll find a cure
to this aching feeling.
"don't let the whispers bother you"
i have to tell myself
"you have to deal with something new"
i put my brain on the shelf.
brain on the shelf means nothing
unless you want it to
i myself think it means everything
but i do not wish to continue.
my mind has grown tired
thinking of rhymes
i'm no longer wired
like all those other times.
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poetry
Poetrypoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
