Mental High School

Dangerous Thoughts engage with one another

all throughout the halls of my mind.

Emotions every so often opening the doors,

peeking through to see gossiping voices of idea.

Windows filled with the sight in which my eyes perceive,

welcome light, color, and images to flood inside,

setting a mood that will spark Emotion’s trigger.

Speakers blaring the sounds seeping through my ears,

overwhelming Thoughts, making them scatter.

A never-ending cycle, happening all day, subconsciously.

Author's Note

It has been a while since I was last on here.

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[Coyote Poetry]

The days of school. Hate them when you are young. Miss them when you are old. I enjoyed your thoughts and honest opinions. Thank you Annie for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote