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fairlyfreaksome Jul 2015
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Nicole Dawn Jun 2015
Memory hits
Pain in head
Hands clench
Nails bite
Skin breaks
Pain
Memory gone

Relief
Sometimes I get hit by a horrible memory and I can't like breathe or see or anything until it's gone
Kate Thomson Jun 2015
SCREAM
SCREAM
SCARE AWAY THE SILENCE

CONCRETE QUIET
THRUMMING
STRANGLING
STIFLING
CHO-
KIN
G

I CAN'T BREATHE
oh god

1...
breathe
2...
relax
3...

nothing feels real
i can't see ...
shrink back
i'm shaking...
blink

become
human
again
jordan Jun 2015
I am not the storm.

I am the aftermath.
Nicole Dawn Jun 2015
If you ask how I'm feeling
Prepare for a long talk
But if you want the short version
Then I'll try to sum it up

How do I feel?

I feel like
I'm fighting a battle
With a billion moquitoes

One bite isn't a big deal
Neither is two

But I'm getting bombarded
Bite after
Bite after
Bite

I am surrounded by the enemy
And no matter how many I ****
There's another to take it's place

I can't escape
They're ******* the life out of me

Even if they don't **** me
They hurt
Like you wouldn't believe

So how do I feel?

Like I'm being attacked
By a billion mosquitoes
I'm being eaten alive tonight..... Both metaphorically and literally
Nicole Dawn Jun 2015
If I ever talk
To anyone,
I always weigh the facts
Is it worth it?
For they will always leave
Is this conversation
Worth it?

I almost always walk away
But with you
I had no choice
It was a sneak attack

Before I knew what was happening,
We were talking

Then,
We were friends

Now,
I don't know what is happening
It started with a sneak attack
And ended with a sneak away

So was it worth it?
I don't know
Let's see the ending
And find out
I don't know if we're still friends or not.....
Sethnicity May 2015
I am the hunted
A ******* of Love
One day I'm Vivid
the next I'm livid w/ Fog

Wind Blows Me like ringing or tapping the Window
Spreading my scent as I went for the Doe
Unfurling on decent a Swirling my ear
Blood Curling Heart Whirling at Demons eye Stare...

No guessing No blessing these Vixens prepare
All Beasting fore Feasting I'm Preying four Hast
Come quickly Come gently Come Clawing with Grace
One Tempting One limping metallic's the taste.

Their appetite is Lusting awaiting my space
They’re shady, I'm hasty, WHY make me thyne date?
You know me You owe me the Pleasure to wait.

They'll **** me Quite harshly if I acquiesce, so
No Screeching Now Reaching My Blood Trail they trust

I shiver I quiver my Heart Breaks to run
F'in Hate or in Love I'm turning the Gun

I'm burning the forest the trail goes untracked
when hearts stop I'm unlocked there's no turning  back

Universally   Speaking
                                    
All
       Hearts      
                   Attack!
" a woodland waltz composed of meter and passion best enjoyed with Red Hot Chili peppers and Elliot Smith at evening round Seven... "
Haley Upton May 2015
Imagine
Imagine being forced
To think about
      Every single thing
           Every single
                terror
                and
                horror.
Imagine
Imagine having something
Inside of you that you can’t
                run
                away
                from.
Imagine wondering how
Those around you
      Fail to notice
How close you are
                to
                collapse.








Imagine
Imagine plastering
                A smile
                On
      Your face
So you don’t have to
Let people see the true
      Cracks
               in
                    your
                              skin.
Imagine
Imagine having your fears
      Taking such a
                Hold of you
That you no longer
                recognize
                happiness.












Imagine
Imagine feeling abnormal
                Like an
                           alien
                    in your
                            own world.
Fear
Fear going outside
       Into the daylight
Imagine
       For one
              Second
How you would feel
                if.
                every.
                single.
                thing.
                around.
                you.
had the possibility
                of
                terrifying
                you.






Imagine
Fear
Fear getting into
                Your
                Car.
You can’t run
       away
       from
The images
Of the people you
Might ****
       the crashes
You might cause
                A week
                     Later.
                A month
                          Later.
The images are still
                with
                       you.
The sight of your
                Car
       Sends a signal
       To that thing inside of you
To open the gates of
       Your own hell


Could you **** someone
                today?
What if
What if you don’t
See that car turning
Because your thoughts
Won’t let go of the
                fear
                    of
                        that
                               happening.
You would never
       In a million
                years
       Voluntarily hurt
                someone
That is the perfect
                sustenance
                for anxiety.
Turning you into a monster
       Inside your own head
Imagine
Imagine having to get
In your car and
Smile at your
       passenger
                as
                   though
       nothing. Is. wrong.
They don’t see
                Your
                Knuckles
Turn white
       As you grip
The steering wheel
       They miss your
Face harden into
A perfected mask
       Of indifference
While your thoughts
       Are searing the
Inside of your skull
                racing
                a million
                miles
                a minute.
They don’t know
That all you want
To do is crawl inside
                yourself
       And sleep forever
They can’t imagine
       The terror of
Fearing the one thing
       That you can’t
                Run away from
Imagine being trapped
                In your own mind.
This poem was designed to emulate the racing thoughts that happen when having an anxiety attack, coming from a person who suffers from an anxiety disorder.
Randy Johnson May 2015
I tolerated my **** neighbor even though he liked to gripe.
But I drew the line when he attacked me with a steel pipe.
The ******* hit me in the ribs and on my head.
My skull was fractured, I'm lucky I'm not dead.
Now the hospital is threatening to take my home because I can't pay their bill.
I don't deserve these problems, I may lose my house and I was nearly killed.
But I had him arrested and they locked that maniac in a cell.
He committed assault with a deadly weapon and he's rotting in jail.
This is a fictional poem.
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