william-alan-poet - Hello Poetry

A tortured artist Going the hardest On the verge of a rest that will last an eternity But not until the masterpiece is finished Diminished sanity because of the paintbrushes vanity But it’s ok because the art will transcend mortality and define reality So I continue to stare into the destructive void for the arts benefit and beauty

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Sep 2, 2014

Sep 2, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC

william-alan-poet

A Tortured Artist

A tortured artist Going the hardest On the verge of a rest that will last an eternity But not until the masterpiece is finished Diminished sanity because of the paintbrushes vanity But it’s ok because the art will transcend mortality and define reality So I continue to stare into the destructive void for the arts benefit and beauty

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Someone just said something about me, It’s starting to drive me crazy, Oh please don’t make it start again, This isn’t a feeling that can be supported by any men, My thoughts are beginning to race, At much too fast of a pace, I keep trying to make it stop, I can already feel myself drop, It’s called anxiety, Oh there goes gravity, Here comes insanity, And everyone’s pity, I’m starting to lose control, I can’t feel myself as a whole, I need help, I need help, Here we go again, I can’t wait for, The moment when, My head stops its own war, It’s called anxiety, It’s not ending anytime now, It’s being juged in our society, It’s not something we should allow, It’s called anxiety, Oh there goes gravity, Here comes insanity, And everyone’s pity

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william-alan-poet

Sep 2, 2014

Sep 2, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC

alexia-cote

Anxiety

Someone just said something about me, It’s starting to drive me crazy, Oh please don’t make it start again, This isn’t a feeling that can be supported by any men, My thoughts are beginning to race, At much too fast of a pace, I keep trying to make it stop, I can already feel myself drop, It’s called anxiety, Oh there goes gravity, Here comes insanity, And everyone’s pity, I’m starting to lose control, I can’t feel myself as a whole, I need help, I need help, Here we go again, I can’t wait for, The moment when, My head stops its own war, It’s called anxiety, It’s not ending anytime now, It’s being juged in our society, It’s not something we should allow, It’s called anxiety, Oh there goes gravity, Here comes insanity, And everyone’s pity

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anxiety comes as a haywire mind a situation in your head worlds away from everyone words unsaid scared to be anyone, much less yourself but most of all it comes and it never really leaves.

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william-alan-poet

Sep 2, 2014

Sep 2, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC

taylorgc

anxiety

anxiety comes as a haywire mind a situation in your head worlds away from everyone words unsaid scared to be anyone, much less yourself but most of all it comes and it never really leaves.

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