A (Mentally) Healthy Diet
Our mental health is complex and obscure, There is no simple truth for how we feel; Depression does not have a catch-all cure, But can
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Our mental health is complex and obscure, There is no simple truth for how we feel; Depression does not have a catch-all cure, But can
Between the curves where space and sky entwine, The air is stripped by violent, solar flow; A savagery inherently benign, When matched with what arises
As echoes of past conflicts start to fade, The dissipating fog lays bare what’s planned; Whilst treaties dance upon a blunted blade, With bloodied fist
Why am I a scientist? Partly due to personal perseverance And perspiration. But I wouldn’t even have had the chance To work Up A Sweat
The soothing sound of blue floats past my sight, I open up my eyes to hear a shape; The colours and the music are not
Plant a tree Go Barbados and plant A palm tree Turn the water off Drink booze Take a shower with Someone else Take a shower
Besides the tranquil sea and sun-bleached sand, The turtles find a place to make their nest; Probing the rolling crescents of the land, To find
Your body has a set of scales, To help to regulate the fat; Detecting where your weight is at, A backup as your leptin fails.
This city is alive with music, magic and dance Underpinned with an industrial heart That beats with the vibrancy of scientific discovery. From the transit
Hormones are made when we keep fit, Inside our bodies they emit; Imbuing us with strength unbarred, Try not to push yourself too hard.