youd think they wouldve already replaced you
with knew and improved technology
but no you hang around my keychain
weighing down my purse
you make the most annoying jingles
and clutter my mind with useless worry
as i fumble around in search of you
and when i eliminated all your key friends
you pop up just at the right time
do you ever get depressed?
knowing that your the reason for insecurity
and every other anxiet you cause
why cant we just have open doors?
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
anxiety is a flood
it comes in slowly
but suddenly drowning me
it is a constant tapping pencil
beating in an irregular beat
frantically accelerating in speed
it is a small room
filled with boisterous people
gradually engulfing me
anxiety is a breath of fresh air
refreshing as I take a breath in
satisfaction as I exhale
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
its a child's canvas
instead of boring paint bristles
feet are the utensils
the mushy feeling of play-doe
gushes between each toe
the wet slippery mud
carries oneself away
soon the hands cant help but join in
scooping mud by the handfuls
and unleashing imagination
somewhere over the sidewalk crack
a voice calls out in frustration
the mud is dry and crackling now
like chapped lips
a voice calling to go inside
take a bath
but somewhere outside
in the mud castle
a little bud is sprouting
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
invisible force
sometimes playful, other times bitter
wind flows like a wave
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
a crooked tree stands
boney, naked and hunched over
longing for leaves
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC