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 Oct 2017 Dess Ander
Lauren Leal
Some people just don't understand
That I can read a face like the back of my hand
With an Inner Critic at the back if my mind
It judges and examines everyone I find

Along with every action I take
Are you sure that's not a mistake
With every person I meet
Lair, Lie! Flaw! Flaw! Don't even greet

But I'm the victim here
No one likes you, you're weird. Don't go near
But I can't always be alone
Just use your phone

It doesn't stop, it's forever speaking
Ruthlessly reminding me of my flaws
Into my hollow core it's forever peaking
It scratches the inside skull with claws

It belittles and berates
It remembers all the dates
That were your most bleak
When you try you can't speak

You unwillingly see the worst in friends
Your relationship bends
Then you are the one to blame
As continues the game

The Inner Critic, oh the mastermind
Quick as ever, one of a kind
You can't  turn and run
Help, it's no longer fun
I have what is known as an Inner Critic, and is quite the psychological read. This poem was an attempt to help explain it, to those who think they're alone, and to those who don't know. We suffer in silence.
 Sep 2016 Dess Ander
Autumn Rose
Many people see
stars on the night sky.
But i see only a
graveyard whose candles
are still lit on the graves,
even though they are
long exstinguished by the angels
 Sep 2016 Dess Ander
Dan Gilbert
To my dark scar, my black mark,
The shadowy spectre that follows,
you have constantly fought me down.
But know - I will not stand for it anymore.

I will reduce you to lower than anonymity
you are less than a stranger or an enemy
I will stare straight through you
you are not even nothing to me.

I no longer believe the lie that I need you
I will deny you the attention that feeds you
You are no more my inspiration or my muse
instead I choose to see things differently.

You will not be beautified or elevated,
You will not be derided or hated,
I won't dignify you with a single thought,
but, from now on - I will stand above you.

I am greater than the pin ***** of your existence
my heart beats with strength and persistence
You will not longer be the fear that lies in me
I will see the truth shining behind your darkness

You have tried to take my living breath
but I have already hit the depth of depths
and you can do me no more pain -
time and time again I will find my feet

and though you may bring me to tears
and poke my imagination with a thousand fears
I will not bow to you, my eyes are fixed on something higher,
and I will be wholeheartedly blinkered.

I will be me and that will be good enough
I won't measure myself by any of your should'ves
I will not blindly pursue an expectation of emptiness
instead I will profess my own self worth

I will see all of my differences - indifferently
they are beautiful and flawed but are unique to me
The rights to this story are paid for and they are mine
and I vow to myself that I will hold onto my pride

And when you rise up in me and begin whispering
when you are sat upon my shoulder - I won't be listening
I will block you out, I will sing above you
I will sing unashamedly because my voice is mine
and you will no longer dictate my course.

And when you are the brick wall standing in my way
And you try to cause my reason and my sanity to sway
I will rush you,  I will break you and I will crush you
You will be no more than the dust beneath my feet
And I will run faster and stronger than before

And I know it won't be the last time I say this
But this will be my statement of intent and I will believe in it
And so right now, right at this moment
It ends.
For me this is a poem against anxiety but it could be against any number of things really and so I left it open. I suffered from anxiety and depression for a long time and I wrote a lot of poetry from that place and thought that it was something that I needed until a few years back when a shift occurred. I still suffer from anxiety but at one point  I realised I never wrote anything that was against my anxiety/depression and so decided that I would and this poem is the result.

I am currently recording some of my poetry for a project and this is one of the poems I am recording... so if you like it keep an ear to the ground for news! Dan
Arousing early before the sun
With the call of a ****-a-doodle-do
From the lap of relishing morning sleep
Comes the milk man ringing
His bicycle bell
Like a frisbee comes flying
Newspaper by the paper boy
Rap of musical vessels performed
By the servant in the kitchen
Non-stop speech by my
Mother, the magistrate
My name being called thrice
For my presence in the court
Interrupting my mother's speech
Mischievous younger one
Eluding from brushing his teeth
Busy in his world of getting ready
My father to scoot like a silent cat
Enjoying the morning mess
My grandmother, laughing toothless
Resting in her easy chair !
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