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what does anxiety feel like?

eTheLaNdia
Strange Creature
Joined 31st Oct 2016
Forum Posts: 10

Anxiety feels like a built-in knife inside you
Cutting you through
And slowly killing you
The next thing you knew
You are already half dead and don't know what to do.

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
United States 28awards
Joined 22nd June 2015
Forum Posts: 2047

Happy in prologue

My head free swirls
Simple cofusion does not come
With sweaty temples and palms
Or bind me with vice like hold between my tummy and breast
In it's iron maiden grip
Of mad man torture to all objectivity as it strangles normalcy and breathe

It is overwhelming
And i see no horizon laid across it"s path  
Just the twirl of a yellow brick road
Painted red
With a witchy woman refelection staring back at me
through my eyes
Once blue now greyed by apathy
And no pinpoint to finger regret

I am nearing undone
So i lock myself inside a month
I do not dare to play with the sun
And risk losing the safe atmosphere i still barey posses

Now and ive chosen stir crazy as momentum
I have sent myself on a plummeting ride
My loneliness has become slow suicide
And through gnashing teeth i scream BITCH
At the kind hearted nurse admitting me into the plaza de loonie bin
I cry i wish they'd all let me get the job done...

But soon with appreciation
learn the meaning to the lyrics..
Happiness is a warm gun

TinaLouise
Twisted Dreamer
Australia 3awards
Joined 20th Dec 2015
Forum Posts: 89

Breathe.. Just breathe <3

Existing through a dense fog
unable to function, your mind begins to leave
freezing thoughts looking for danger
at every turn
Loss of appetite, uneasiness without
reprieve.
You are often viewed upon as a freak
Concentrate on your breathing,
breathe, just breathe
You don't need to speak
Apprehensive, unwarranted emotions
running wild through your head
jumpy and scared, your whole being tense
Curled up crying uncontrollable on your bed, roar emotions leaving you blind
trouble concentrating, feeling out of your
comfort zone
This constant heaviness in your mind
Breathe, just breathe
You don't need to speak
forever stumbling in the dark
Irritable and alone, insecurities at their peak
For the bullies of this world, someone battling anxiety is an easy mark
as they are self centred and uncaring of your needs
Ignorant and lacking empathy they will trigger you
basking in the glory watching as you
lie on the ground and bleed.
These toxic people have a vicious streak
pay attention and keep your calm
concentrate on your breathing
you don't need to speak
Breathe, just breathe
cut the ties and avoid them at all costs
Look after yourself first and fore most
their lack of understanding will become
their greatest loss

Written by TinaLouise

Naajir
Dangerous Mind
United States 17awards
Joined 20th Apr 2013
Forum Posts: 49


Once Again

once again
gotta Johnny Walker Black my way
back to some form of normalcy..
imbibe some dark spirits just to stay spirited
to maybe..

possibly..

escape the encroachment of
this altered state..
i need an alternate
a clone
a doppelganger
perhaps a test dummy to take the hit
when i hit that wall
someone to suffer the crash
before i turn into

a nervous wreck

too late!!

flashback..

mind on rehash..
emotions thrash about
like a fish outta Fukishima's water
no safe habitat to be found
a nomadic exile exhales in ash
taken from the brimstone
on my tombstone soul..
as i roam a lone inhabitant
of my dystopia
where despair and disdain
serve as cherubim in the realm
that deeded doubt
as it's despotic overlord

my skin itches
my eyelids twitches
claustrophobia reigns
i'm straight jacketed inside my own psyche
a mummified immortal
gasping in hopelessness
as a voice cries out..
from beyond nowhere

oh lord..oh lord
just this once
please don't let me be misunderstood












and once again
a tree falls inside my blackened forest

poet Anonymous

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Poetryman
Tyrant of Words
United States 29awards
Joined 14th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 1541

"please Talk to Me"

If you're down like me under the cobwebs
Where even the spiders never hang out anymore
I know just how you feel, how you wish you could heal
Yet nobody wants to listen to a voice flooded in depression
But I will, I'm down there with you, thinking about the spiders
Wondering when they will return to rain down in the darkness
I wish there was someone here to ease the silence of fear
Someone to make noise with when I'm alone in my home
Do you know how that feels? Then come talk with me
Why are you in your box when I need to pick your locks
I need to hear a sound next to my whispers and sighs
An echo off the ceiling that wasn't my invention
Words unspoken by my tongue that cry out for help
To make me feel useful when I feel no purpose in the world
Please call me for advice that I cannot offer to myself
For in my words to you I will know what to do
To hear your response would sooth my anxiety
To know I'm not alone when I'm sitting with no one
When I hear the spiders crawling inside my head
I can't see them spinning webs but I can tell that I'm not dead
And I know that you are out there under the cobwebs somewhere
Thinking what I'm thinking and battling with imaginary despair
We don't have to be alone, just call me on the phone
I want so desperately to hear the sound of your broken voice
To share my darkness with you tonight, would that be alright?


(jj johnson)

poet Anonymous

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dis--connected
Strange Creature
United States
Joined 28th Sep 2016
Forum Posts: 5

Like a cat drowning in a pool trying to cling to a balloon.  Overwhelming pressure building and building with no promise of release. At the same time your nerves are set ablaze by everything that someone says. The sounds in a room suddenly become deafening and you try to scream but nothing comes out because you cant breathe. You try to tell yourself to calm down but the harder you try the more intense your panic becomes, The edge of the abyss feels closer and closer, that's when you start talking to yourself and laughing and get scared because you know that's not good at all.                                                                                                        

RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
Dangerous Mind
South Africa 29awards
Joined 24th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1257

Brown Paper Bag


If we have to name this shit
then call it
by the name you
chose
"Anxiety" yeah?

I called it "suffocation"
when the breathing got heavy
when the damn heart pounded
through the top
of the throat
tasting like death
begging to scream
"Fuck you"

The need to throw the mobile
on the floor
when the ringer starts
The blankets making night
over my head
at the sound
of a knock at the door

But okay if you have to
then do
what you do
coin it
"Anxiety"

-x-


I wrote this and forgot to post it in your comp. Please don't include it, as the comp is over already.

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