Poems from Matthew Peterson
The brain is a magnificent thing
A blessing and a curse
Serotonin, Dopamine, and Norepinephrine
Something wasn't balanced
Depression,...
It is the peak of a mountain
Looking out onto the snow covered waves of rock
Inhaling the clean crisp air
As a single bald eagle soars...
I am in love with my future
Yet, I cheat on her with my past
The ghosts in the mirror
I take a step back
My demons with me in every step
I...
Everyday I ride the bus
I sit behind a petite blonde girl
Her freshly straightened hair glistens in the sunlight through tinted windows...
Its her long blonde hair,
Softer than a pillow, smoother than silk.
Its her dark hazel eyes,
Reflecting pools of innocence and purity...