losing
scream
scream
scream
yell
yell
yell
cry
cry
cry
help
help
help
am i losing my mind?
Anxious poems
Anxious poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
bully pt.1
my mom always asked if i had a bully
of course i do
she's everywhere
always taunting me
i have a bully at school
i have a bully at home
even when i'm with friends
or even alone
when in the shower
or at dinner
she's there
for i have a bully just about everywhere
she's there at the store
or when i am bored
in the middle of class
or while laying in the grass
My bubble
My bubble doesn’t trouble
me. It’s clear as smutty blue glass.
It keeps me cool, and I’m doubly
safe inside its gelatin grasp.
Out there is where dry misfits slip
by unaware. Whetly I watch
them, and most fittingly my lips
I press against its oily splotched
membrane. What they dare to
do or not isn’t troubling either.
I’ve got this bubble to
maintain, and the air’s not free here.
0.1
{lungs}
I can never tell with you
Meanings and words
Jumbled confused
Lie truth lie
Covering and uncovering
Strange and irrelevant
Every utterance that falls from your lip
Carefully penned in your mind
Meticulous and odd
Jumbled
Lie truth lie
Deceiving words
Words words words words
Too many of them
Swirling like smoke
Arcade
The room is dark and hot with sweat. A girl
is standing near a boy who’s cursing fire,
his fingers groping as they slap and whirl
about the buttons. Although his eyes are tired,
he’s scared to blink. His hips sway heavily,
hypnotically, in time with flashing blue and red,
bursts of static white. The game is simple: kill every-
thing. The girl beside him turns away and says
Let’s go, scratching his neck slowly. He yells
God dammit, kicks the machine, and grabs his last
remaining coin. She leaves, the sound of mortar shells
exploding in her wake. Toward the door, she’ll go past
other boys like him: their bodies tilted, a gangly row
of jeans and clumsy hands, crying out Oh please, Oh no.
Violence inside my head
Today when I looked around,
There was no one who could be found,
In this atmosphere full of air,
I couldn't breathe,
Tears rolled on my cheeks,
Everything went blank,
I wanted to cry all I want,
My body felt frozen and couldn't move,
I lost somewhere in the echoes of past,
Away from the chaos of this world,
Looking at the evening sky coloured fire red,
Instead of all this violence in my head,
I chose to find peace in silence.
rain
You imitated rain
Cascading down my body
Your words cascading down my mind
Your kiss cascading down my lips
Jams and jellies
Filled your words and my hollow heart
As you try to own my body
The End
The end of the end
The end of your life
The end of the world
The end of its strife
The end of all war
The end of the fight
The end of all black
The end of all white
The end of emotion
The end of all time
It's the end of your world
And the beginning of mine
The Silence Grew
The silence grew and grew so loud
I fell so far I touched the clouds
My eyes wide shut I jumped so high
I touched the ground and missed the sky
Not Clear
It is not clear
what if anything
we will leave behind
for whom, what for, how long-
it is not clear
if we will have the right.
Instead, even the rain
stops falling for a while
and filters through the cracks
drops do drip and drip, brown
into a marmalade jar,
bricks rotting away
(since the distant past)
Everybody is out and about
and you are cocooned, indoors
shrouded by sirens, and echoes.
Los gallitos
They wear the motley coat of jesters:
like fools they tell the truth.
Of a feather, the birds do fight together
they hold on to your finger
like a terrified fiancé.
El palenque in Ixmiquilpan sees them clash
green and red under the belt:
Men and women, make your bets,
a way of life as bloodsport
in a star-crossed box drawn with lime.
They wear the motley coat of jesters:
what luck will they reveal?
The Plague
We should have known it well
it thrives. indeed, on being human
our touching each other; hands on face
speak out loud, droplets & breath
hold on to the handrail
move down the carriage,
use all available space
it’s proximity & closeness
shaking hands, kissing once or twice,
(don’t stand so/don’t stand so close to me)
the embrace, the popping in,
the cup of tea, the walk together,
y’alright mate,
saying cheers, give me five,
would you like a top-up,
anytime, here for you.
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