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do you ever get that feeling
like you're just blindly stumbling around
half awake, half drunk with dread
as if your feet is scared of the ground
and you hate it because it drags on
it's not like you even have a choice
screaming for help doesn't work either
when you've already lost your voice
battlefields where there shouldn't be
and countless casualties in your soul
they all search for bodies
but your stoic face serves as the wall.

i'm in a constant battle with myself
half awake, half drunk with dread
and every night i lay awake
hoping these thoughts won't leave me dead.
warriors, fighting the most difficult battle of life - yourself.
if poets ruled the world
i shall be at peace
for no amount of pain
will evolve into bullets
just petals, some wilted
but never not fragrant

watch men and women
and everyone in between
ignite chasms with sparks
then joy will be served
in generous servings
but never ignorant

the angst you give
will be crystals until
forgiveness cradles you
for tears will be valid
the triumphs kiss the sky
but never arrogant

if poets ruled the world
everything will turn
from beautiful to ethereal
wrecks, clouds, smiles,
hearts, storms, bees,
dreams, humanity, havoc.

if poets ruled the world -
watch the world burn
ethereally.
and like a phoenix -
watch it resurrect.
Hatred will turn into a garden where you could dwell but must come out at some point - and not bullets firing angst. Happiness will not be taken for granted for behind it is a road of sacrifices that led up to that. Your sadness won't need a reason to be real. Your reasons for being sad will be real. Everything that came before and shall come after will matter. Watch the world burn, but it will be beautiful for it will not be wrecking. It will be from the ashes of resurrection.

If only, if only.
ostensible smiles,
and clammy palms,
whirling thoughts,
and checking if
you're still breathing.

treacherous mouth,
please don't blurt
anything stupid.
you anxious heart,
fulfill normal speed.

the truth is
i feel exposed.
there, i ******* said it -
vulnerable and small,
adorning my favorite
shirt, now soaked
through.

tracing eyes
looking my way,
pinning me down
my seat. i am fine,
i promise.
ignore my unworthy
presence, please.

what i hate the most
are interactions like this -
conversations with the person
trapped inside my head.
she's me. she's
unreasonable, tired
and scared.

for how can a room
full of people
choke you
without laying a finger.
make you squirm.
make you hide further.
shrinking into a corner.
until you're just a
sweaty frigid wall of
anxiety.
Social anxiety is so hard to deal with. For me, this is what it feels like to have it. The struggle with social anxiety makes simple tasks turn into small battles. Some people think we're being irrational but things like this shouldn't be treated with ignorance. To everyone dealing with social anxiety, I know that it's tough but you've made it this far. You're tougher and I am proud of you for being brave even when not enough people understand what you're going through.
being with you is like being lost
when you refuse to be found
like a thrilling chase under the rain
clueless of where we're bound
to go

holding you is like being set free
after years of fearful hiding
it reminds me of raindrops on a clear day
how crying could be a beautiful thing
to do

whatever we do, when it comes to you
i mostly ache so deeply
this intense and humming craving inside
is mercilessly feeding off me

and i say let it.

i was never meant to be whole anyways.
i was meant to be yours.
Love has it's way of making us feel and ache like never before. To be truly in love beyond depths requires us to put ourselves out there for that person and learn to trust. Learn to accept that the person you love may be broken, or fragile, but that mustn't reduce our love for them. And for those who feel broken, never let anyone tell you that your love is invalid. You are meant to love and be loved.
i dreamed a pair of arctic eyes that are
so burdened i mistook them as mine
violet frost fingertips caught in time
shackle the withdrawn soul for his ****** crimes
i didn't know who it was
the corner of my eyes darkened in a way i don't recognize
but *******, when my heart would've leapt
i decided to tie it instead
like a beast that is fed
with leftovers and lifetime debts
i discouraged the feeling of staying alive
not long after their blows left me on the brink of defiance or
just waiting
to die

i tamed my heart, pray it won't be naive
because for some reason, that man in my dream
was too late before he realized
when they beat you and you scream in pain
you mustn't be the one to apologize

but for this i want to say sorry -
i'm sorry for befriending my demons enough to know my way
around this hell
and survive

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