Run.
Running to stand still,
When you look up
Do you see the blue sky of what might be?
Or the darkness of what never will?
Do you see me?
You ask me to not run away...
But I'm already gone.
Anxious poems
Anxious poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Chaos Has The Upper Hand.
Crying is a weakness.
Every tear which slides down my face is a traitor.
I feel numb-no i feel angry,
Everyday, every single damned day is a struggle.
A struggle to keep up the act.
Each smile holds a thousand secrets.
My smile holds memories.
Harsh words,
Fearful actions,
Broken hearts.
The only thing left of the betrayers is a runny nose-
That, however, is on the outside.
Inside a battle rages on...
And chaos has the upper hand.
Sleep, while I scream.
Sometimes, I can't tell if it is rain or teardrops running down my face.
I long for silence, but the wind is screaming.
The wind, screams bloodcurling screams,
forcing my heart to beat faster than it did when you said those God-awful words.
When the wind screams, it sounds detached.
Like, it hears the screams, but can't realize they come from it's own mouth.
Maybe you broke the winds heart too.
Maybe you led it on.
Maybe your relationship with the wind was just as dysfunctional,
and now the wind is going insane with pain?..no, numbness.
The wind cannot feel, because there is only so much agony a heart can bare,
only so far you can tear it before it is shreds,
Nightmare
You tell you self you never have to face things alone
But here you are standing, staring
Eyes glazing over
Tears falling from your eyes and face
Dirt all on your clothes and face
Running from the darkness
Each step only takes you farther back
Your heart beating faster and faster
Walls closing in
You scream but no one hears you
Chest rising faster and faster
Running toward the door
You fall and stumble
Falling and falling
Then it’s over
s t o p
Please, stop.
Please, please, please, let me breath.
Stop making me feel so unsafe,
Stop, please.
I'm sorry, just stop.
I swear its too much
I'm smiling during the day but during certain periods it all just consumes me.
It's like i'm floating in space
raging and trapped in a cage
That's only big enough for me to stand.
kind envy
i wish i was kinder, and that
my heart was one filled with
milk and cookies, not with the
violent commotion of green
envy swirling in the vortex
of a confused cavity, in the dark,
i grasp aimlessly for the answer,
for that one golden drain plug, but the
feeling never reaches my fingers,
leaving me to drown, on my own.
as i lay in these raging pool of
emotions, static fills my head, a
never-ending swarm of bees cloud
its prey, leaving me bruised and weary,
intoxicated as i play hive and carrier
of the overly sweet nectar my
grounded
suddenly i cant hear anything
other than the loud thumping
of my own heart, the faint scent
of sweet potatoes and freshly
worn clothes waft in the charged
air around us. crowds buzz by
in an endless stream of life,
forming and dissolving into shapeless
blobs, a remainder of the world
revolving and expanding as time
just seems to pause for a while;
a break in its inexhaustible pace
makes my hairs stand on edge
in the apprehension of it all. static
fills my head and i nearly succumb
to the buzzing electricity in my soul,
hands
it is now midnight, as it was midnight then.
eyes, blinking furiously from the exhaustion,
squinting at the phone screen clutched firmly
in those two hands, the same two hands pulling
me into this trap, this temptation, the two hands
wrapping itself firmly around the blue-black veins
on my neck, sinking in; the same two hands which fit
like jigsaw puzzles into the crevices of shellfish and
crustaceans, which ravage and tear them apart,
red, burning hot skin torn into pieces; the same hands feeling the cool sensation on the glass protector of the smartphone as the deepest inches of your heart are
left in the open for all to devour, for you to lose and be heard;
Sleepless Nights
I tire of the dreams,
The restless nights,
The tormenting sights,
And the fears that come with.
I see my family die night after night,
My friends shocked faces,
Frozen in fright.
I feel myself perish,
At the hands of everyone I know,
I die again and again,
And I just want it to end.
The cycle continues endlessly,
Scenarios playing in my own head.
All I ask for is salvation,
Maybe then they'll go away.
Winter Apps #1307
She hovers above planet
Earth, making strategies
for safe landings, but not
able to see that she is also
on planet Earth, watched
like a crazed cat, a maze-
rat, or a tied-up mime, I
cannot save someone so
high up or far down, it’s
like a black thread about
to snap, as it strains past
breaking point she reaches
for champagne, to celebrate–
bubbles lunge up to break.
Standing behind me
The air around me stopped moving
The breeze of the wind halted and
The hair from my back stood.
Like barometer sense wave coming from far
I could sense the atmosphere getting thicker.
My heart beating is suddenly getting fast.
The ground beneath me is shaking. I know this feeling
That particular person entered the room, didn't he?
He is standing now behind me. Isn't he?
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