Headspace Poems - Poems about Headspace

...Fog unravels its gray threads to smother the sky and numb the mind, words slip away to find other mouths to fall from. Wallowing in a low funk, enveloped by a dull dislike of these sprawling ......

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... I'm a song without a chorus And my mind is rather porous Been down this road before Questioning why I'm back for more Words bounce around in my head When for years I thought they were dead......

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...Fine rhythm in the walls so delicate softly wrapping you in harmonious; Your soft humming echoes the sentiment, gaining momentum will it touch famous? A cascade of sound bounces all around, g......

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...There was headspace for thinking, but the roof sagged low, it restricted imagination. Rooms stacked on rooms, all boxed in. The only way to hear any other part of himself was to drill holes,......

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...Man In My Head, You live there– (here I should say) but I suppose I don’t need to tell you that. You’re the one making your space. You’re forever within the confines of my mushy, distorte......

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...We’re playing the long game. We share things, we’re lovers, we slip in and out of each other’s lives like jackets hanging on the back of a door. Relationships are like instruments, they must b......

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...Looking into the yawning chasm trying to find the gem long lost The shattered shambles of the sky in the backscatters of the running river The surreal sight: throttles the medieval poet; brin......

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...Got caught in a shimmering, glimmering summer haze Gone through anxiety and hallucinations — hate this phase Don’t discard me when I’m trekking this road This road of God’s abode…I admire and abid......

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...I've seen these stars before Of course I have But I know where I was They do too Or something within this space does I hope I'll be in a better headspace next time The answer to that feels like......

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...Consuming happiness to the point of no return, no return I let the fires in my bosom burn on and on and on Resuming on with my gladness, smiling — now, it’s your turn To shine on like the sun in t......

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...I long for my island Asleep in the sea A perfect location Made just for me Far from the rat race The fear and the dread No shop for my cravings No milk and no bread I travel there often ......

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...Sitting eyes closed in the darkness suffocating a soft glow illuminates thoughts of a chattering mind; As the chaos feeds on your mind reveling in the solace of darkness, you don’t know it i......

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...I emerge, worn out from the long hours that stretched sleepless across much of the night. The morning reveals my work, a headspace of holes dug by the burrowing machines of thought, a few s......

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...Why is this head so dark Inside, I can’t even seem to find a spark No movement or care For it’s best to not be aware Of what’s really going on up there......

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... A mystical, heavenly, sacred place, where the bare peaceful trees reflect with grace, and the sky, forest and lake interlace, in a gold, hazy, moody morning space, a scene that is ......

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