Exhaustion High

Long, exhausted bars of light in my window
Chase away the late night that came before them,
And prime me for the next one.

In the blue hours, I am free from myself.
I think maybe I’ll keep chasing the life long high 
Of an overworked mind forever.

wph

VT

16 years old

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  • Poetry

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    Wendy Darling

    I hung in the sky, frowning down at the city below me

    Scowling because Peter Pan went away.

    I had stretched, and my body had run away

    In the years since then. 

     

  • Poetry

    By wph

    I wish I was bigger

    I wish I was bigger.

    I wish I had a little bit more muscle.

    I wish there was more between my skin and my bones,

    That my ribs wouldn’t show when I take off my shirt,

    That I wasn’t made of tissue paper.