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 Nov 2014 NitaAnn
Tatum O'Brien
Oh! Anxiety,
wash over me.

Coat my body,
in hot chilly sweat.

My palms are waterfalls.
My feet are ice.
My armpits are needles.

Anxiety,
watch over me.

Forget the. . .
apparently it wasn't worth remembering.

Speed to where I need to be.
Ah ha! I recall what I forgot.
In order to be where I needed,
to be.

Anxiety,
listen to me.

And to the whispers,
that taunt and harass me.

Wait,
Listen to them first.
Then me.

Anxiety.
Please leave.
It's in his shadow we plead
Under his wrath we bleed
His destruction leaks hate into the weak
Leaving the unsubstantial reaping his critique
His actions scorned through years of neglect
It's in his perception only, that we become wrecked
Why do we follow knowing wrong from right
Pushing those we love away from the light
His power is without doubt equal to the greats
Although derived from stray minded it opens the gates
The gates into the souls of those who are tattered
Turning old memories to ones now shattered
Although through it all, we have nothing to fear
For he is nothing more than a broken mirror
It just takes practice to realize his weakness
All his power is nothing to the strong but bleakness
It's in his own prison he will rot
Although it's up to us to become the Juggernaut

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
 Nov 2014 NitaAnn
WanderLust
I swear
 Nov 2014 NitaAnn
WanderLust
Scream in the air to not cry.
Stomach twists like tangled vines.
Tears rise but refuse fall.
Violent sobs shake my all.

Legs give out after a while.
Back slides against cold tile.
Of course I'm okay.
Can't you see?

I'm just okay.
And this isn't killing me.
Art is my life,
madness is my muse.
My best works come out,
when I feel abused..
If I killed myself tonight,
Would you mind?
Would you even blink your eyes
If you found me dead on the ground?
Would you be disturbed by the way
The blood would be pouring from my open veins?
Would you call me selfish
And hysterically yell my name?
Would you cry the way a mother would,
Or would you cry like my lover should?

So I ask myself sometimes
As I'm lying in the dark,
Would you do any of this things
If I was to take my own life.
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