Poems About Anxiety by New Members
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Depression
Clinging to the rocks
The storm brews around me
Whipping me and tearing my flesh
Still I cling, climbing towards the light
Branches crash knocking me back
No one reaches down to drag me to the top
I must do this on my own
So I climb on hoping to reach my day in the sun
The storm brews around me
Whipping me and tearing my flesh
Still I cling, climbing towards the light
Branches crash knocking me back
No one reaches down to drag me to the top
I must do this on my own
So I climb on hoping to reach my day in the sun
#anxiety
#depression
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Depression
Clinging to the rocks
The storm brews around me
Whipping me and tearing my flesh
Still I cling, climbing towards the light
Branches crash knocking me back
No one reaches down to drag me to the top
I must do this on my own
So I climb on hoping to reach my day in the sun
The storm brews around me
Whipping me and tearing my flesh
Still I cling, climbing towards the light
Branches crash knocking me back
No one reaches down to drag me to the top
I must do this on my own
So I climb on hoping to reach my day in the sun
#anxiety
#depression
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3 Comments
my flannel
the worn flannel that hangs from my shoulders
comfort fire desire liar
i bought it at my local thrift store
and someone had bought it before me
and decided to wear it, just as i do
my flannel has had a whole other life
past present future
oh my beautiful and nurturing flannel
you feel like a hug on a cold winter's night
you provide me sanctuary
from the anxiety that inflames me
thank...
comfort fire desire liar
i bought it at my local thrift store
and someone had bought it before me
and decided to wear it, just as i do
my flannel has had a whole other life
past present future
oh my beautiful and nurturing flannel
you feel like a hug on a cold winter's night
you provide me sanctuary
from the anxiety that inflames me
thank...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#LifeCycle
#gratitude
#admiration
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5 Comments
my flannel
the worn flannel that hangs from my shoulders
comfort fire desire liar
i bought it at my local thrift store
and someone had bought it before me
and decided to wear it, just as i do
my flannel has had a whole other life
past present future
oh my beautiful and nurturing flannel
you feel like a hug on a cold winter's night
you provide me sanctuary
from the anxiety that inflames me
thank...
comfort fire desire liar
i bought it at my local thrift store
and someone had bought it before me
and decided to wear it, just as i do
my flannel has had a whole other life
past present future
oh my beautiful and nurturing flannel
you feel like a hug on a cold winter's night
you provide me sanctuary
from the anxiety that inflames me
thank...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#LifeCycle
#gratitude
#admiration
21 reads
5 Comments
my flannel
the worn flannel that hangs from my shoulders
comfort fire desire liar
i bought it at my local thrift store
and someone had bought it before me
and decided to wear it, just as i do
my flannel has had a whole other life
past present future
oh my beautiful and nurturing flannel
you feel like a hug on a cold winter's night
you provide me sanctuary
from the anxiety that inflames me
thank...
comfort fire desire liar
i bought it at my local thrift store
and someone had bought it before me
and decided to wear it, just as i do
my flannel has had a whole other life
past present future
oh my beautiful and nurturing flannel
you feel like a hug on a cold winter's night
you provide me sanctuary
from the anxiety that inflames me
thank...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#LifeCycle
#gratitude
#admiration
21 reads
5 Comments
my flannel
the worn flannel that hangs from my shoulders
comfort fire desire liar
i bought it at my local thrift store
and someone had bought it before me
and decided to wear it, just as i do
my flannel has had a whole other life
past present future
oh my beautiful and nurturing flannel
you feel like a hug on a cold winter's night
you provide me sanctuary
from the anxiety that inflames me
thank...
comfort fire desire liar
i bought it at my local thrift store
and someone had bought it before me
and decided to wear it, just as i do
my flannel has had a whole other life
past present future
oh my beautiful and nurturing flannel
you feel like a hug on a cold winter's night
you provide me sanctuary
from the anxiety that inflames me
thank...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#LifeCycle
#gratitude
#admiration
21 reads
5 Comments
my flannel
the worn flannel that hangs from my shoulders
comfort fire desire liar
i bought it at my local thrift store
and someone had bought it before me
and decided to wear it, just as i do
my flannel has had a whole other life
past present future
oh my beautiful and nurturing flannel
you feel like a hug on a cold winter's night
you provide me sanctuary
from the anxiety that inflames me
thank...
comfort fire desire liar
i bought it at my local thrift store
and someone had bought it before me
and decided to wear it, just as i do
my flannel has had a whole other life
past present future
oh my beautiful and nurturing flannel
you feel like a hug on a cold winter's night
you provide me sanctuary
from the anxiety that inflames me
thank...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#LifeCycle
#gratitude
#admiration
21 reads
5 Comments
Too good to be true
Writing in my little black book
I see a girl's sunkissed smile
Way across the bar giving me a look
That might make a man beguiled
I duck down, in no shape for talk
Reserved to stuff my nose in a page
Full of blue scribbles on white like chalk
The pages smell like whiskey and sage
And as I rise from my chair, heading out
Paying my tab, that girl seemed to pout
But it wasn't a flight, it was a rout
This old flame of mine's snuffed out
Though I can protest and I can pout
My emotions turn tail in disorderly rout
I see a girl's sunkissed smile
Way across the bar giving me a look
That might make a man beguiled
I duck down, in no shape for talk
Reserved to stuff my nose in a page
Full of blue scribbles on white like chalk
The pages smell like whiskey and sage
And as I rise from my chair, heading out
Paying my tab, that girl seemed to pout
But it wasn't a flight, it was a rout
This old flame of mine's snuffed out
Though I can protest and I can pout
My emotions turn tail in disorderly rout
#anxiety
#lust
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#fear
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3 Comments
Too good to be true
Writing in my little black book
I see a girl's sunkissed smile
Way across the bar giving me a look
That might make a man beguiled
I duck down, in no shape for talk
Reserved to stuff my nose in a page
Full of blue scribbles on white like chalk
The pages smell like whiskey and sage
And as I rise from my chair, heading out
Paying my tab, that girl seemed to pout
But it wasn't a flight, it was a rout
This old flame of mine's snuffed out
Though I can protest and I can pout
My emotions turn tail in disorderly rout
I see a girl's sunkissed smile
Way across the bar giving me a look
That might make a man beguiled
I duck down, in no shape for talk
Reserved to stuff my nose in a page
Full of blue scribbles on white like chalk
The pages smell like whiskey and sage
And as I rise from my chair, heading out
Paying my tab, that girl seemed to pout
But it wasn't a flight, it was a rout
This old flame of mine's snuffed out
Though I can protest and I can pout
My emotions turn tail in disorderly rout
#anxiety
#lust
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#fear
12 reads
3 Comments
Too good to be true
Writing in my little black book
I see a girl's sunkissed smile
Way across the bar giving me a look
That might make a man beguiled
I duck down, in no shape for talk
Reserved to stuff my nose in a page
Full of blue scribbles on white like chalk
The pages smell like whiskey and sage
And as I rise from my chair, heading out
Paying my tab, that girl seemed to pout
But it wasn't a flight, it was a rout
This old flame of mine's snuffed out
Though I can protest and I can pout
My emotions turn tail in disorderly rout
I see a girl's sunkissed smile
Way across the bar giving me a look
That might make a man beguiled
I duck down, in no shape for talk
Reserved to stuff my nose in a page
Full of blue scribbles on white like chalk
The pages smell like whiskey and sage
And as I rise from my chair, heading out
Paying my tab, that girl seemed to pout
But it wasn't a flight, it was a rout
This old flame of mine's snuffed out
Though I can protest and I can pout
My emotions turn tail in disorderly rout
#anxiety
#lust
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#fear
12 reads
3 Comments
Too good to be true
Writing in my little black book
I see a girl's sunkissed smile
Way across the bar giving me a look
That might make a man beguiled
I duck down, in no shape for talk
Reserved to stuff my nose in a page
Full of blue scribbles on white like chalk
The pages smell like whiskey and sage
And as I rise from my chair, heading out
Paying my tab, that girl seemed to pout
But it wasn't a flight, it was a rout
This old flame of mine's snuffed out
Though I can protest and I can pout
My emotions turn tail in disorderly rout
I see a girl's sunkissed smile
Way across the bar giving me a look
That might make a man beguiled
I duck down, in no shape for talk
Reserved to stuff my nose in a page
Full of blue scribbles on white like chalk
The pages smell like whiskey and sage
And as I rise from my chair, heading out
Paying my tab, that girl seemed to pout
But it wasn't a flight, it was a rout
This old flame of mine's snuffed out
Though I can protest and I can pout
My emotions turn tail in disorderly rout
#anxiety
#lust
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#fear
12 reads
3 Comments
Too good to be true
Writing in my little black book
I see a girl's sunkissed smile
Way across the bar giving me a look
That might make a man beguiled
I duck down, in no shape for talk
Reserved to stuff my nose in a page
Full of blue scribbles on white like chalk
The pages smell like whiskey and sage
And as I rise from my chair, heading out
Paying my tab, that girl seemed to pout
But it wasn't a flight, it was a rout
This old flame of mine's snuffed out
Though I can protest and I can pout
My emotions turn tail in disorderly rout
I see a girl's sunkissed smile
Way across the bar giving me a look
That might make a man beguiled
I duck down, in no shape for talk
Reserved to stuff my nose in a page
Full of blue scribbles on white like chalk
The pages smell like whiskey and sage
And as I rise from my chair, heading out
Paying my tab, that girl seemed to pout
But it wasn't a flight, it was a rout
This old flame of mine's snuffed out
Though I can protest and I can pout
My emotions turn tail in disorderly rout
#anxiety
#lust
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#fear
12 reads
3 Comments
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