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Empire Mar 2019
It used to be
That every day
Every waking second
Was full of pain
I was exhausted
And anxious
Constantly

Finally
I got myself help
My brain was unbalanced
So they gave me medication
Every night before bed
I pop it into my mouth
Swallowing

Amazing
It felt to finally be free
From the anxiety that crippled me
But after a while, it became normal
Still fine, but not so fun
I found I missed it
The pain
Anxiety

So now,
I do what I can
To embrace my sadness
To stimulate what it had numbed
Because I was used to being sick
And I remembered how good
That adrenaline could feel
Toxic and exciting
Bhill Feb 2019
Dogs have habits, you bet they do.
They run and play, then eat and poo.

They Sleep all day, zoom, zoom all night.
They bark and bark, at something in sight.

They wait at the window or wait by the door.
To say hello to their people with eyes we adore.

Let's go for walk, they seem to be saying.
Really, oh really, that's my kind of playing!

They love without boundaries, they give the same way.
They are really true family and never, never betray.

Without them we are lost, so much that it hurts.
Pay attention to their habits, life with them, JUST WORKS.

Brian Hill - 2019#42
Zuzanna Feb 2019
Losing you is a habit
I love breaking this
Cycle all over again
Each time it tears me
Up a bit.
My friendships hardly ever work out, does this happen to you too?
I hope I'm not alone in this. I'm breaking the cycle.
julianna Feb 2019
How can you do this to me?
Make me feel these things,
Build me up then break me.
You’ve given me art and habit,
Just to hand me the truth of your *******.
Take back the truth
I don’t want your defiled love.
Debbie Lydon Jan 2019
Retreating to the inner citadel of my mind,

It is louder than all external voices.

A courage to change I cannot find,

Losing free will to habitual choices.


An unease resides in my mind of late,

A feeling of wrong from a source unknown,

Like the sun confined by the bold walls of hate,

This hope grows frail when it stands alone.
annh Jan 2019
Why do you scurry along life's unlit byways
Your head bowed, fists jammed in your pockets?
To avert calamity? To guarantee success?

Did you miss the turn-off?
In your busyness and inattention
Did you forget to read the signposts?

Lift your eyes from the ground
Slow your pace and stretch the kink from your neck
Do you know where you are?

Unfurl your empty grasp and consult your inner compass
You will find a map etched on the inside of your heart
Do you see the way ahead?

Yes, I thought so.
uv Jan 2019
When we mimic nature,
using our skills,
It is in the nature of nature,
To bloom every where
it instill's.
IncholPoem Jan 2019
Look at my  
eyes    and
its   hidden
trusty   habits.


  No need  to
ask  rabbit.


Your   tuition   and
school  going  days
are  not still
  over.

One  day   i  have  to
talk   with  your
shadow's  moving  area
at  day  time.


Look  at   my  feet's
  motionless  movements.

Surely  you  have  to
find out  the
frequent  frequencies
of  true  romantic  sense.
How can a wound be identified--
When people only heed tears
but only with blood;
but only to tears
will the eyes bleed.

People can be ignorant--
For their hearts,
may no longer be filled with blood
but rather tears
circulating till they cause
tears deep within.

These tears each person has in life
forms a unique habit
which does not come in free size;
Some will drown in it
before anyone identifies
the wound.
habits = clothes or conduct;  tears = dual meaning
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