As I stood there, time slowly passed,Tending to the seed that I had cast,Hoping to break addiction’s hold,Nurturing the tree as it slowly unfolds. But still my soul was plagued with pain,By addiction’s infamous, heavy chain,Looking at others free from its grasp,Trying to grasp at what I so longed to have. Serotonin and dopamine had…
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Wait For The Rain. By The Given Heart
The falling waters,lifeline’s truest form, Gaze through your eyes, its revived norm, Grateful for life rekindled, now transformed, After hardships weathered, it stands in uniform. Shuffling bravery sways, from left to right, Urge surges to seize, before drops take flight, The love once denied, now presents sight, Grasp tight and never let go of what…
Don’t Believe What You Think! By The Given Heart.
Our assumptions can destroy our true selves.
Cats Can Fly Too: The Tale of Pat the Cat, a funny poem by The Given Heart
There was a cat named Pat,Whose meows sounded like a bat,She loved to chase mice,And was always very nice. Her fur was as soft as silk,And as white as a glass of milk,Her eyes were the color of green,The prettiest you’ve ever seen. When Pat walked down the street,She moved as graceful as a fleet,She…
The Brainy Gentleman’s Tale by The Given Heart
I heard a tale of a man with a mind so keen,Whose face, like Megamind’s, made quite a scene.Though I sometimes feel like a train rolling fast and strong,Meeting him felt like seeing but being blind all along. He spoke like a sage, with words of great power,His voice like a ringing bell at the…
Numbness by The Given Heart
What we feelWhen we pronounce as; ‘we can’t’.The wind that injects metamorphosis to the fewThat sense disloyalty from their scapegoats upfront. Tightens pain that we are supposed to befriend,Stoically vomits lukewarmness,Poking the truth to come on stage at the very end.Punching us in the face as a migraine prowess To awaken our dead sensesThat only…
Just Breathe. by The Given Heart
When the pressure comesLike a stampede of refusing what your nose is nodding to,When life seems so heavyAs you try to exist among the living crewWhen you start feeling sleepyWhen you are not supposed to. Remember the momentsThat made today.Smile and appreciateRotating the pure airIn and out; slowly. Appreciating starts when you inhale,Conquering begins when…
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