Tornado of thoughts,
Something he oughts to do.
To do?
How should he know?
The words, the phrases, and the paragraphs,
Just make him laugh.
In his head,
He is just making his bed.
Digging deeper and deeper,
Making it steeper.
His mind is like tea,
The longer it steeps, the stronger it gets.
For some, it is a negative.
Which turns to a sedative.
He wants to make it stop,
Let his body drop.
-JB
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Sweet and sour feelings
PoetryThis is a poetry book filled a with a lot of original poems written by me. The dark times, the sour times and also the sweet times. A lot of feelings dipped on my pen and scribbled on my paper or my computer keys.
