Poems About Anxiety Seeking Honest Critique
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And Again.
Hallucination.
Illusion.
Again and again, same delusion.
Holding my own,
Now a threat.
Emotions I don't own,
Gun roulette.
Sphere in the chamber,
Pop!
Ponder in the mirror, a stranger.
Pulsating in my chest, nonstop.
Eyes stutter open,
Hitched respiration.
Again, I'm broken.
Immense desperation.
Sentiments to condemn,
Globes ready to close.
Haunting continues, again and again.
Illusion.
Again and again, same delusion.
Holding my own,
Now a threat.
Emotions I don't own,
Gun roulette.
Sphere in the chamber,
Pop!
Ponder in the mirror, a stranger.
Pulsating in my chest, nonstop.
Eyes stutter open,
Hitched respiration.
Again, I'm broken.
Immense desperation.
Sentiments to condemn,
Globes ready to close.
Haunting continues, again and again.
#anxiety
#confusion
#denial #nightmares
#denial #nightmares
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Full Moon Lunacy
This full moon lunacy of light
Has such a psychological affect
Keeping me awake at night
Preventing the dreams I neglect
Thinking thoughts while in my room
I can't close my eyes or sleep
Should I stay inside my tomb
For tomorrow the crazies will creep
Their bipolar disorder unleashed
Will cause them all to be incensed
The hoard of zombies released
Walking around the streets unfenced
Bad attitudes and short tempers
Provoking dangerous bizarre behavior
For reasons they can't remember
With wolves looking for blood flavor...
Has such a psychological affect
Keeping me awake at night
Preventing the dreams I neglect
Thinking thoughts while in my room
I can't close my eyes or sleep
Should I stay inside my tomb
For tomorrow the crazies will creep
Their bipolar disorder unleashed
Will cause them all to be incensed
The hoard of zombies released
Walking around the streets unfenced
Bad attitudes and short tempers
Provoking dangerous bizarre behavior
For reasons they can't remember
With wolves looking for blood flavor...
#anxiety
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Throughts Dribblin'
#anxiety
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Vanta
Don't fear the dark,
for the dark fears all but itself.
Rather consume it,
and digest all its wealth.
The stronger you glint,
the more opaque silhouettes cast.
Burdens keep glee, pride and joy in the past.
I dont feel just anymore...
There are strangers at my door.
Faith kept winds from reaching shore.
Never felt less, I am evermore.
Please listen,
Discard the tissue on my wrists, and
feel free to glisten.
My scars are there but easily missed when
our minds succumb to eternal prison.
Have...
for the dark fears all but itself.
Rather consume it,
and digest all its wealth.
The stronger you glint,
the more opaque silhouettes cast.
Burdens keep glee, pride and joy in the past.
I dont feel just anymore...
There are strangers at my door.
Faith kept winds from reaching shore.
Never felt less, I am evermore.
Please listen,
Discard the tissue on my wrists, and
feel free to glisten.
My scars are there but easily missed when
our minds succumb to eternal prison.
Have...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark #death
#dark #death
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Rain
The rain
comes down
Like pellets
As blue as
The pain in
My heart
I am nothing
If not
Your prisoner
Longing to be
Set free
comes down
Like pellets
As blue as
The pain in
My heart
I am nothing
If not
Your prisoner
Longing to be
Set free
#anxiety
#hurt
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The Devil Does Care
if you want to be heard, just talk to the devils
they are very good listeners.
talk to men, deafenitely they won't hear
and they won't even listen, not only, but
they will anticipate your thoughts
The devil can give your his heart
open wide his ears to listen to you;
regardless of his wicked schemes,
it's all about giving a scope to expression,
a room to vomit your acid pains and morbid
recurrent sick doubts and expectations.............
We...
they are very good listeners.
talk to men, deafenitely they won't hear
and they won't even listen, not only, but
they will anticipate your thoughts
The devil can give your his heart
open wide his ears to listen to you;
regardless of his wicked schemes,
it's all about giving a scope to expression,
a room to vomit your acid pains and morbid
recurrent sick doubts and expectations.............
We...
#anger
#anxiety
#grief
#dark
#confusion
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2 Comments
Image
the phone sent me a photo
the photograph depicts a telephone
as if it were an umbrella
In the photograph there was a refrigerator
which was imagined to be a violin
under an airplane wing
and the slippers didn't fit on the table legs
lying on the beach on a mat
everything in strong colors like black and white
I sent a photo of myself naked
on the phone under a gray umbrella...
the photograph depicts a telephone
as if it were an umbrella
In the photograph there was a refrigerator
which was imagined to be a violin
under an airplane wing
and the slippers didn't fit on the table legs
lying on the beach on a mat
everything in strong colors like black and white
I sent a photo of myself naked
on the phone under a gray umbrella...
#anxiety
#erotic
#art
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Petting a Dog
You join me on the couch
Curled up in your favourite spot
With one of your people
Petting you is supposed to be relaxing
Often I can’t find the relaxation
Petting you consciously
Like a task to be completed
Tonight is different
Finding the relaxation in the texture of fir
Softness of your ears
Absentmindedly petting your head
Playing with your floppy ears
Finally finding elusive relaxation
For both of us
Curled up in your favourite spot
With one of your people
Petting you is supposed to be relaxing
Often I can’t find the relaxation
Petting you consciously
Like a task to be completed
Tonight is different
Finding the relaxation in the texture of fir
Softness of your ears
Absentmindedly petting your head
Playing with your floppy ears
Finally finding elusive relaxation
For both of us
#anxiety
#animals
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Former lover
As winter finally loosens its grasp, melancholy overtakes me. No longer can I hide the kisses left all along my skin, by my longest-held lover. A lover not found in pictures or phone calls, a beloved known only by old friend. seldom if at all spoken about locked away beneath me as I slumber. the cruelest romance take take take yet seldom give, cold and lifeless like my ex yet somehow more loving. kisses ( scars ) litter my body deeper and deeper they go, but alas never enough more more he says. an insatiable beast savoring for more crimson and pain. the longer I go without him the more...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
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Over and over
sometimes,
in the search for pleasure,
everything we find
It's a bucket full of shit.
and the sewer of feelings
runs like a river of lava
and nothing washes the insides
of the one I thought I loved.
and the torrential rain in free fall
like piss in sweet urinals
no care, no cleanliness... with no body.
and the bread that the devil kneaded
and the hand that no one held like that
and the blood, flows, flows... the blood
apparently the blood runs into the river.
sometimes after much searching ...
in the search for pleasure,
everything we find
It's a bucket full of shit.
and the sewer of feelings
runs like a river of lava
and nothing washes the insides
of the one I thought I loved.
and the torrential rain in free fall
like piss in sweet urinals
no care, no cleanliness... with no body.
and the bread that the devil kneaded
and the hand that no one held like that
and the blood, flows, flows... the blood
apparently the blood runs into the river.
sometimes after much searching ...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#apathy
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You are not a victim.
You are not a victim.
It's been too many years for that.
It's not your cause or symptom.
It has nothing to do with you, in fact.
Some husbands are just mean.
A cocktail of violent cruelty.
But you are what's obscene.
Swallowing disrespect effusively.
You are not a martyr.
Your choice is disgrace.
You are the selfish partner.
Survival, only works that way.
You won't be a hero for leaving.
From where you should never have been.
It would only prove, you love him.
To protect him, even from him.
...
It's been too many years for that.
It's not your cause or symptom.
It has nothing to do with you, in fact.
Some husbands are just mean.
A cocktail of violent cruelty.
But you are what's obscene.
Swallowing disrespect effusively.
You are not a martyr.
Your choice is disgrace.
You are the selfish partner.
Survival, only works that way.
You won't be a hero for leaving.
From where you should never have been.
It would only prove, you love him.
To protect him, even from him.
...
#anxiety
#motivational
#MovingOn
#escape
#weakness
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nothing is all we need
Nothing is the silence between the words,
the empty space between the verses,
the absence of meaning and form.
The echo of a lost sigh.
Nothing is the grain of sand on the beach...
The dewdrop on the green leaf.
The breath of the wind that dissipates.
The vacant gaze on the distant horizon.
Nothing at all, it's the vacuum of infinity,
the void that fills the universe,
the absence of meaning and purpose.
The abyss between being and non-being.
But, perhaps, in this nothing, nothing, nothing at all, ...
the empty space between the verses,
the absence of meaning and form.
The echo of a lost sigh.
Nothing is the grain of sand on the beach...
The dewdrop on the green leaf.
The breath of the wind that dissipates.
The vacant gaze on the distant horizon.
Nothing at all, it's the vacuum of infinity,
the void that fills the universe,
the absence of meaning and purpose.
The abyss between being and non-being.
But, perhaps, in this nothing, nothing, nothing at all, ...
#anxiety
#strength
#mirror
#art
#emptiness
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