Best Distracts Poems

Growing up with ADHD forces you to adapt,
impulsive behaviour controls how you react,
attention span wanders and naturally distracts,
you face an impact, that in fact, doesn't...

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Looked out my window this morning
Damn.. another cloudy day
Falling further and further behind 
This life's become all work, no play
Where the Corporation is heaven
Our CEO...

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The turbulent, windy sea calls me,
where wild foam waves break on ageless rocks,
crashing unfailing, unfading, where sea birds 
are singing from overhead, and great swirls...

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Growing older is a garden of graces . . .
disgraces, wild goose chases, closed in places.
It is an imperceptible tottering of time on a
conveyer belt,...

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First rays splash lines of love 
across naked bits of detour

dawn's door distracts 
chills of the night dissipate 
and I am free

Free of fight
held hostage...

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No– shadows do not love
the angles of your face.
Reflection in a cage;
the mirror— enemy
in atmosphere of age,

no.. shadows do not love
the smoother skin of youth.
Your...

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Ah, it's my clinging to the image of who I might have been that distracts and torments me!” Fernando Pessoa

Regret, a silent symphony, plays within...

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A clinging coolness in the morning air
Makes boyhood autumns live once more—
Blue-ribbon produce at the county fair,
Father trimming a newly sticking  door.

Walking to school...

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Somedays I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks
encaged on a stage in tar that sticks.
There's an agonisingly unfamiliar reflection in the mirror,
as my...

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The DJ shuts the fader by mistake,
yet speaks his words in slick and practised tones,
but doesn’t hear them coming through his ’phones,
berates himself: That’s quite...

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- The Goodbye Goose-               
Winter polishes at four o'clock, shining all...

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Utopian dreams of HALCYON days are blind to devilry.
   Where OPULENT wealth with SONOROUS, grandiloquence,are feared by JEALOUSY.
   PENUMBRA casts it's...

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I walk into the room walls appear
Nothing less nothing more
I feel my heart crawl as the emptyness hits the floor
Once a home but now undone...

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The anorexia is not conspicuous,
being half-submerged, just
breaking through.
She’s a powdered mirage.
Her skin a hyaline shear
drawn over a necklace
of clavicle bones.
She knows her chest
is returning to...

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