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August 48m
you're not the loyal friend
if you're trying to leave after ten minutes
I'm too much in my head,
I lie too much in this bed.

Thinking about what hasn't
been said, it's all in my head.
        
I’m running out of time.
This heart is cold, it’s midnight.
Waiting for everything to be alright.

  I can’t get out of my head.
  I can’t get out of my bed.

My brain is tired, it has been wired.
I can’t count on anyone around.
Im stuck in my head, losing friends.

  Why can’t I be fine.

This underlying disease, I can’t feel my knees, I beg them please.
I feel the sun creeping in.
Don’t sleep bow my friend, it’s awakening again.

  I can’t get out of my head.
  I cant get out of this bed.

We don’t get any peace, even when we sleep, we still dream.
ShadowSpy Aug 5
Fluttering Insides
Dizzy Head
Take a step
Do not fall
Right there it is
That which you seek
But my mind
Is playing with me
Feet of lead
Loss of words
I cannot do this
Collapse without words
nerves or love?
Amanda Hawk Jun 25
These days, anxiety pools around feet
And I drown, which means
I wake up randomly gasping
Pulling at the air, searching for a ladder
Flailing in early morning
As if I am trying to fly
I want to fly away or pull the moon down
So I can build sandcastles on its surface
Then move in, taking residency up in the stars
Fear comes in waves, ebbing and flowing
Over my nerves, breaking down sandcastles
Anxiety, a fountain, always overflowing
Seeping into the corners of my eyes
And I cry for a raft in this tumultuous sea
Daa Rajab May 30
It might be said:

When there is the genuine sensation
Of tingling insides, wavering breaths
Then know that I have been moved,
Pulled away from my imagination
Because now, I see you.
I do get nervous at times.
ava Dec 2019
from nerves, I cannibalise my fingers
my blood clots, and dries out
crusty and painful
yet I keep on pressing, biting
because it gives me focus
a sick type of satisfaction,
a sense of control.

I whine tears leak out, my eyelids stuttering,
Tired
my fingers bit, bone exposed and ******
my fingernails and fingerprints
all gone,
remains lay in my stomach
acid consuming the scraps of skin
this is what I call my very own cannibalism.
Sabika H Jan 1
It hits like a bullet.
Caught off guard,
Triggered by the circumstance,
Fuelled with the negative thought,
Your mind starts to race and all sense is blur.

It hits like a tsunami.
One second you could breathe,
The next your nostrils and mouth is forced shut,
Your insides are burning,
You’re crashing against sorrows
And there’s oh so much desperation
For the need to simply
Breathe.

When the feeling is this intense
You won’t know what hit you.
Peter Tanner Nov 2019
The bird struggled to its feet
The day had finally come
In fear the bird gave a small tweet
The first flight is frightening to some
Fly or fall, two options nothing more nothing less
To me this is comparable to my own stress
I asked her out, she said yes.
I thought my trial had ended
I flew from the tree and didn’t fall
But now is the greatest test of them all
Will I survive the world of prey?
Or will I fall victim and dark be my days?
No one knows til the end is come
Not even the bird itself until it has lived a full life and bourn it’s young.
Or one with the earth the bird has become
She said yes but will the first date go well? If not will it spell the end?
Angela Rose Oct 2019
You're not my type
Not in the slightest
But yet, there you are making me ever so nervous
And yet, here I am primping myself up for no reason

You're not my type
Not in the conventional ways
But yet, here you are saying my name and I blush
And yet, here I am writing about someone who doesn't notice me

You're an anomaly in my day to day functions and I am ready to explore
S Sep 2019
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
The sound of our feet moving on the dance floor.
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Me sitting on the concrete outside the vintage store.
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Is it selfish to ask for something more?
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Or am I just scared that I’m not what you are looking for?
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
The racing of my heart as I work up the nerves.
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Trying to resist what I want to preserve.
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
I’m sorry it took the moon thirty six cycles for me to come to my senses.
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
No- not senses, for me to make up my **** mind.
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
This is simply hard to find.
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
I guess I was more ready than I realized.
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