#internal poems on Hello Poetry

Celestinus Castillo Nov 2018

When my heart cannot listen to reason
My mind thinks logically
It treats my heart as if it's a stranger
Not invested in its story
My mind comes to a consensus
Without my heart's consent
To finally get over you
Whatever its discontent

#heart #mind #love #movingon #internal #conflict

Robert van Lingen Oct 2018

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#short #code #verse #odd #non #standard #format #poem #internal #struggle

Ricky Oct 2018

// Cry Baby, Cry //

My 9-5 doesn’t make me feel alive.
But with the money, I can put gas in my car so I can drive.

I want to drive away from all the problems of the world. The anger, the hate, and the weird situation I have with this one girl.

Although my love for her is deep and true, we had weird misunderstandings before, and now I guess her feelings are through.

Today I feel blue.
On a good day my soul would feel like mangos and pineapples in a smoothie, but because of my 9-5 my days have slowly become more gloomy.

Oh ‘boohoo’ me
“Look boy that’s just reality.
You think all day you can just sit at home play video games and watch TV?”

Well no it’s not like that, but I really do feel like this just ain’t the life for me.

I want to be happy. I want to be free. I want to have good company, and stop feeling so ******* lonely.

I want to feel hope
not sit inside the house looking for different ways to cope.

They say a job like this it’s just a stepping stone,
But why does it feel like they’re throwing stones?

Now my body and spirit feels too weak to try and find something else.

So

Cry Baby, Cry,
Cry so that you don’t lose your mind.
Cry Baby, Cry,
Cry so that you don’t feel like **** inside.

I wrote this during a time where I was feeling Trapped or Stuck.
I wanted to leave so bad, but I would only hurt myself if I did.
If you want something bad enough, opportunities do come, you just gotta stay aware of them.
After some time
I finally left the job I was working at.
Now I’m in school for culinary arts.
More determined than ever.

#work #cry #internal #conflict

Nik Bland Oct 2018

Anxiety

There is violence
Thrashing
A gnashing of teeth
Burning
Tossing, turning
A smell of ash
That leaves one distraught
A hunger
Packed within a thirst
That pales the face
Drains the blood
And leaves an emptiness most hazardous
Dangerous

And what stands as sharpened blades
Broods internally
Biding, biting
Waiting
Anticipating moments of weakness
Unshaken
Under the skin
Itching
Tearing and roaring
Inside a cage
Composed of silence
The wolf within the man

#stress #heartache #internal #war #fear #anger #hate #suffering #anxiety

JLS Goldsen Oct 2018

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Let the words speak,
And tremble beneath my feet.
Let the skies rattle,
And hear my approach in battle.
The strength of this chained mind,
Has yet to be defined.
As the rust grows in passing nights,
Where the darkness reaches new heights.
Gnawing and pounding inside,
What pressure, a cry ‘nowhere to hide!’
Cracks crawling, collapsing caves casting,
This crown laid for the weak amassing.
Let the words write,
As your hymn to eternal fight.

#thoughts #confusion #internal #struggle

Julian Alwyn Wilson Oct 2018

My IV (Inner Veins)

Sometimes, I wish my soul
Wasn't so sensitive
I extend my exposed hand out
For others to grab
Sometimes, my reach
Is acknowledged and held onto
Other times, it's crushed
With the overwhelming and
Presumptuous weight
Of being a burden and
A disappointment

This pain is very strong
This suffering tugs and
Drags me down
A sinkhole that I don't even
Notice I'm falling through

Until it's too late
Until I feel lightheaded
When my heart beats
In fluttering patterns
Until my chest tightens
And I feel a knot in my throat

It's hard to swallow this air I breathe
For at times, it's so dense and thick
But there's no fog, no illusion
Just allusions to the fact
That I'm tired...
Fatigued...
Exhausted...
A barren tree
A lot of life to give
But an abandoned seed
In my mind
That's what my demons tell me

This is my story of triumph
That I'm still writing
This is my journey
That I'm still fighting.

This poem centers around my anxiety. It's something that I struggle with, and as of recent, I've dove into writing more about it. It definitely helps chip away at the marble every time I shape it into a form of art. A reminder to anyone who struggles with anxiety and depression, that you're not alone, there are ways to cope, and you're loved, always.

#anxiety #depression #myiv #internal #innerveins #injection #iv #veins #pain #darkness

nitelite Aug 2018

Murderer of My Mind

O,
my mind,
won't you meet me alone?
When the Earth's eyes close
And the valley winds blow.
To ensure,
Being clear,
That none could see nor hear
None of the throes nor fears
Reflected through shattered mirrors.
As ashamed as I am, cautious as I am aware
That,
as I am,
in this state of disrepair,
I’ve walked upon an anxious, lengthening pier,
That leads to the middle of the ocean, only to stare,
At the waves of defeat that, underneath do quake.
For still beating is my heart, so even though it aches
As the disappearance of you leaves unconsciousness in its wake,
Seeing how perilous the seas may be, to only drown in a lake,
To perhaps resurface once more in the following morn,
Is a promised hope wherein dreams dissipate forsworn

★a pensive night
★feedback would be awesome! :)

#internal #mind #nocturnal

Goblinssi Aug 2018

Internal Medicine

A charming physician
Specializes in Internal Med
Whenever I see her
Do her rotation
I wish I am a doctor too
Not that there's no other way
To get to know her

I could only internalize
How hard she must have studied
From residency to fellowship
In my head, I wish I can "ship"
I ship her and myself
Unrequitedly

At this phase
Patient will I become
Not the adjective
But the noun
Patient

But I have to choose
My illness
It can't be neurological
It must be internal

Should I put poison in my food?
Can I put water in my lungs?
Must I have bacterial infection?

Any injury
In my upper extremity

May be a turning point (or not).

#internal #medicine

mel Aug 2018

carefree losses

my doubts
blew away (with) the breeze
i’m not big on (love)-betting
but with you (i) could be..
our haze of past days
(kept) pushing me away
but with (the) heat
of this (summer)
i felt you pave (new) ways
(through) the cracks in my heart
as you claimed my (lost) parts
you rendered us (time)less
until (our) end could restart
no matter how (long)
(darkness) kept us apart
when i’m (clothes) in your arms
all that (pain) becomes art
(my) tears become tidal waves
that have pushed me to see
that all along our (love)
(made) my losses
care(free)

with love, i kept the summer new
through lost time our long darkness
clothes pain my love made free

#love #loss #growth #light #darkness #internal #word #acrostic