Long Poems About Anxiety
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Mucheal, a young lad with dreams so bright
His chiselled body, a sight to delight
But fate had a different path in store
One that would leave him shaken to the core
Rejected from a photoshoot, his dreams crushed
Dejected and lost, on a bench he hushed
But then came Herma, with a job in hand
Little did he know, it was not what he planned
A disbarred lawyer, turned business tycoon
Herma saw potential, in Mucheal's swoon
She offered him a job, to take care of her estate
But little did he know, it was a different fate
...
His chiselled body, a sight to delight
But fate had a different path in store
One that would leave him shaken to the core
Rejected from a photoshoot, his dreams crushed
Dejected and lost, on a bench he hushed
But then came Herma, with a job in hand
Little did he know, it was not what he planned
A disbarred lawyer, turned business tycoon
Herma saw potential, in Mucheal's swoon
She offered him a job, to take care of her estate
But little did he know, it was a different fate
...
#anxiety
#children
#men #sex
#men #sex
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Throughts Dribblin'
#anxiety
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2 Comments
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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HALFWAY THERE (II) (2nd longer revision of original poem; 1-29-1997, East jetty of Flagship Hotel Pier, Galveston, TX)
i took a trolly
down to the beach
at the end of it s line
walked out to
the end of a jetty
looked out over
this vast gulf of mexicos
seemingly endless horizon
and longingly
thought to myself
with a heavy inner sigh
of momentary hopeful relief
from what little s now left of me
here at this point
of my life s present
long challenging
ongoing journey
in all it s worn...
down to the beach
at the end of it s line
walked out to
the end of a jetty
looked out over
this vast gulf of mexicos
seemingly endless horizon
and longingly
thought to myself
with a heavy inner sigh
of momentary hopeful relief
from what little s now left of me
here at this point
of my life s present
long challenging
ongoing journey
in all it s worn...
#anxiety
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#disability
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Filthy Rags
Divided in the terms
Who is the audience or the subject
When everyone is just as innocent as they are guilty
Interrogations, who is the detective and who is the suspect
When it’s in the fine lines filed down between discernment and the will to accuse
Our assumptions more truly rendered of ourselves then the ones we abuse
Self serving on opposite ends of the spectrum of a tainted point of view
Confronting the devil you think you see in someone else that more truly resembles the devil in you
Con on the will of this philanthropy, the...
Who is the audience or the subject
When everyone is just as innocent as they are guilty
Interrogations, who is the detective and who is the suspect
When it’s in the fine lines filed down between discernment and the will to accuse
Our assumptions more truly rendered of ourselves then the ones we abuse
Self serving on opposite ends of the spectrum of a tainted point of view
Confronting the devil you think you see in someone else that more truly resembles the devil in you
Con on the will of this philanthropy, the...
#anxiety
#corruption
#religion
#faith
#manipulation
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List #7 Ways I Deal with Anxiety
1. Frequent trips to the refrigerator. Actually, I have to congratulate myself: I only do this maybe half as much as I did when I was younger. I mean, I can now perform incredible acts of derring-do, such as making a pint of ice cream last three or even four days! Don't laugh, I'm proud.
2. Walk the roof. I've always walked to deal with anxiety, usually at night. In Portland, I walked in the rain, and loved it. Now, I walk the top level of my parking garage, where there are panoramic views of the city. I'm fairly near the airport, and three times now I've seen a strange phenomenon: A...
2. Walk the roof. I've always walked to deal with anxiety, usually at night. In Portland, I walked in the rain, and loved it. Now, I walk the top level of my parking garage, where there are panoramic views of the city. I'm fairly near the airport, and three times now I've seen a strange phenomenon: A...
#anxiety
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As Above, So Below
The morning glaring sun, cast a glazing sheen on the traffic wet road
that winds into the misty depths.From the backstage of the blinding light,
the trucks fade slowly into view, with a massive form any other but mechanics..
Shapes looming closer and closer,roaring like thunder passing by, fast
as if winter has turned every thing ghostly eerie and scaring.While the bare trees,
lazily shed their dead leaves on the muddy lanes make the view reminiscent of some fairy tales
in some old books on the shelf..
I saw the end of the road...
that winds into the misty depths.From the backstage of the blinding light,
the trucks fade slowly into view, with a massive form any other but mechanics..
Shapes looming closer and closer,roaring like thunder passing by, fast
as if winter has turned every thing ghostly eerie and scaring.While the bare trees,
lazily shed their dead leaves on the muddy lanes make the view reminiscent of some fairy tales
in some old books on the shelf..
I saw the end of the road...
#anxiety
#depression
#apathy
#witches
#GenderDysphoria
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Jocasta in Heels and Hose
#anger
#anxiety
#despair
#emptiness
#bittersweet
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8 Comments
Trains That No Longer Whistle
Trains That The Words Forgot, but to be forgotten is meant that they are antiquity, priceless master-pieces . As long as times roll back, those things grow in worth, take layers of dust that bring them richness , respect and Nostalgia..
Steam and smoke trains, don't fume anymore, lying like dead corpses or spare parts of what once was called the golden age;;If they would fume, they would only give a plaintive sigh, about their desolate demise; forsaken and rejected.Thought to have lost their charm, their romance:too much archaic and rusted for a modern glossary,
...
Steam and smoke trains, don't fume anymore, lying like dead corpses or spare parts of what once was called the golden age;;If they would fume, they would only give a plaintive sigh, about their desolate demise; forsaken and rejected.Thought to have lost their charm, their romance:too much archaic and rusted for a modern glossary,
...
#anxiety
#regret
#grief
#shame
#frustration
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Lost
#sadness
#anxiety
#hate
#dark
#frustration
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Eternally burn
ETERNALLY BURN
by: Dana 2008
orig poem & writer
Wide Awake
in the morning sun,
in the
rearview mirror
I observe the
Damage
the
Night before
has done,
wondering if i'm
the only one
that is
Tormented
and
Abused,
left in
emptyness..
Empty,but
filled with
Stress,
getting to
familiar
with the
Loneliness,
Noone to
talk to
or be with....
Downing
and
Drowning
on another
5th...
Nothing eases
the
Inner...
by: Dana 2008
orig poem & writer
Wide Awake
in the morning sun,
in the
rearview mirror
I observe the
Damage
the
Night before
has done,
wondering if i'm
the only one
that is
Tormented
and
Abused,
left in
emptyness..
Empty,but
filled with
Stress,
getting to
familiar
with the
Loneliness,
Noone to
talk to
or be with....
Downing
and
Drowning
on another
5th...
Nothing eases
the
Inner...
#anxiety
#frustration
#confusion #denial
#confusion #denial
100 reads
1 Comment
dangling
Life doesn't have plots and subplots and denouements. It's just a
big collection of loose ends and dangling threads that never get
explained.”—Grant Morrison
on the wing, a sparrow hawk,
his feather rudder dancing with the wind;
or, tiptoeing on his stalk,
a lily-bloom with water woes to mind.
teetering upon his edge,
a child unwary of his pending fall;
deep misgivings for his pledge,
...
big collection of loose ends and dangling threads that never get
explained.”—Grant Morrison
on the wing, a sparrow hawk,
his feather rudder dancing with the wind;
or, tiptoeing on his stalk,
a lily-bloom with water woes to mind.
teetering upon his edge,
a child unwary of his pending fall;
deep misgivings for his pledge,
...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#scary
#risk
#weakness
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