Mucinex poems on Hello Poetry

Misselle Jun 2016

I lost him in a bottle of Mucinex
And a flood of serotonin
I lost him between the ‘D’ and ‘M’
And a flood of serotonin

Convulsions, fever, hallucinations
It was just because of serotonin
Overloading his system, forging images
That then began to own him

But then the questions late at night
Why did he choose to end his life?
Was it a choice, did he think of us?
It’s all because of serotonin

I can’t stomach the thought of him lying
At my age in a hospital bed
Because the world was too dark
That grandfather ghosts must stand above him and make a choice
All because of serotonin

And how did he—No!
I can’t go there
I can’t, I don’t want to know!
And in the end, all that’s important, was it was all serotonin

I lost him eight hundred miles away
Without a chance to hold on, not for a moment
I lost him at the Golden Gate
Because of ******* serotonin

Nolan Higgins Feb 2017

Untitled

The snow hit this town in a way not dissimilar to Xtra Strength Mucinex PM hitting the nasal passage of someone with a severe head cold.

You could feel it;
on the bus,
on the slopes,
in the employee dining room;
Everywhere the same:
you, me, this town,
we need the snow
our livelihoods all depend on it.

It's simple: no snow means no skiing.
No skiing means seventy percent of this town immediately looses their jobs. Another twenty percent looses their job when they can't sell **** to tourisists. The last ten percent will continue to grow pumpkins and heard cattle, but for how long?

The snow came like a scalpel to the eyeball infected with a cataract.

Belle Oct 2019

Chemo

Shes sick, and not the "take a mucinex and get over it" kind of sick.
Her hair is falling out, the most beautiful curls you'll ever see swirling away with tears and shampoo.
Shes the kind of sick where you go to the doctor three times a month and have to get special permission from work to miss so much
When one of the four other people living in the house catches a cold, she catches a flu.
And it bring her to the edge. Every cough is like breaking glass, every ragad breath painful.
Through all this she still manages to be my mom somehow
She catches every tear in her paling hands. Fights end when her gentle voice says stop.
I'm scared though, some day her voice may say stop to the fight that matters. And shell be gone.
You see we are all dying, shes just doing it a little too fast.

Travis Green Jan 2022

Sheerly Enrapturing

You have unbelievable fineness and style
That I find highly inviting
You are my bright summer delight
My smooth melanin prince
My dreamy supreme night
Suffused with magicalness
I’m so invested in your prepossessigness
You give me condolement

Your ****, fresh hair
Your incomparable and cherishable black beard
Your masculine scented cologne
You are strongly seductive
In your closeness, I erupt eminently
So much passion consumes me
Your smoothness looms through my soul
I can’t describe this sensation

All I know is that it feels incredibly breathtaking
Your enchanting stance
Your strong, gentle hands
Your passionate black eyes
You are pure and delicious as honey
Immensely adventurous as Kings Dominion
Straight dripped out in Versace
So savagely swaggalicious

You are the sweetest melody in my heart
My hot, early-morning coffee
My rich and sensuous paradise permeated with boundless brightness
The Mucinex that alleviates my headache
So sheerly enrapturing
The cool groove of your body
Makes me wanna share a grandly extraordinary occasion with you
Where we slide onto the dance floor
And create euphoria with the weaving of our worlds

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