Best Healthbody Poems
Lying comfortably, I take myself to another place.
With each breath inhaled and exhaled,
I go deeper within side of myself.
Sometimes my body is nonexistent,
I am in a higher plane.
My body is numb all over,
Pain is taken completely away.
Relaxation takes your body from tense to smooth,
clearing the mind of your worries and
making you feel rejuvenated through and through
For: Deborah Guzzi
Contest: The Road to Well Ville
This night is neverending
while i lye here in such angst.
my body stiff and motionless
while my mind floats far away.
all silent while they're sleeping
only the tick-tock of the clock
and this misery dissolves me
As i'm trapped inside my thoughts.
the bees begin to descend
as they congregate to sworm
beneath my skin they hover
And build their hives inside my joints
I am struck down by my sickness
my disorder, this disease
and i am weaker now than ever
with no light here to be seen.
To once be such a fighter, independant willed and tough.
Now merely just a prisoner inside a body you once loved.
No sleep for me, not on this night
maybe tomorrow we shall see.
I look to the moon to cleanse me
from this morter mixed by hate.
Slip into acceptance that this is to be my destined fate
For there is no cure and in this we obscure
all realities we face.
My grandma called them Mind Gyms,
To keep our brains working right;
Humming and crossing limbs,
So that brain and body can reunite;
They help mind and body get in tune,
And make remembering things a breeze;
Gives you a buzz and boosts your immune,
And you can feel it down to your knees;
I always hated to do them,
But they helped more than I care to admit;
So don’t be hasty to condemn,
And use them to your benefit!
~My Grandma is a Kinesiologist~
LUXURY TO LAMENT
When the temperature outside says you should be hot
Except you’re mother f*****g cold in every spot
When you’re laying in a luxurious four-poster bed
Scoring some dope is the only thought in your head
When my bones ache every time I move
A body doesn’t need anything else to prove
I feel the sweat but wet my body shouldn’t be
While Bobby next door has dope but he ain’t giving it away free
I’ve got holes in my pocket, my shirt and in my shoes
But the body doesn’t need any other kind of clues
You grow more uncomfortable in that luxurious bed
And your only option is to hit some old lady with a rock over the head
But you’re shaking and your body is making you pay
I’m only twenty three yet my hair is turning grey
I’m lying on a luxurious four-poster bed
And my only option could be the morgue………., home for the dead
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