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Alaina Moore May 2018
Sometimes when I'm waiting in public
I stare at the tv screens blaring sports.
I don't watch the game,
I zone out.
Into the abyss.
Until I don't have to be in public anymore.
I don't like sports.
Watching the spectacle makes me seem normal amongst the herd.
This poem is about being in public while having an anxiety attack and/or, being depressed to the point where words are hard to form, movements are arduous to make, and so on. It's about dealing with these feelings but hiding them to the outside world to remain productive and seemingly "okay."
Arcassin B May 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


Get from around me with the *******,
Sometimes I can't stand to live in this
****,
I can't even stand when somebody
argues everytime lacking all of the
common sense,
Are you ever yourself when the **** hits?
Do you use everyone just to get it quick?
Is your mind lost in so much illusion that
every time you wonder,
Its always a hit and miss,
Is this to you a ****** experiment?
Sometimes I can't stand when people do
****,
I can't even be myself in a public place
without somebody tryna' bring some
kind of ignorance,
Have memories? What do you miss?
The time when your bestfriend slept with
your sis,
Looking for so much to conjure in life that
the things in your past is what you
reminisce.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/05/who-even-are-you.html
Even as s single man
I can't stand
Places like Twin Peaks and *******
The only woman that should make me want to peak
In public
Is my wife/girlfriend
Tom Mar 2018
quiet are the masses
as they lay peacefully in their bed
ignorant are the classes
as their people go unfed
no change as time passes
another rough sleeper dead
Andrew L Manson Feb 2018
Hello, I am your busseat
Or should I introduce myself as buttseat
And I have seen butts aplenty
Big and small, ***** and neat
This is my plea, the only one I swear
Please wash yourself and change your underwear
On a regular basis, you won't believe how long my day is
When sat upon by hundreds of cheeks,
of doubtful hygiene, young ones or antiques
I read somewhere "there is a poem in everything". I was  riding the bus to work and thought to myself "challenge accepted". How did I do?
Dani Dec 2017
You are mad at me for wearing my oddity on my sleeves
We can’t choose to have a descrite ,
Invisible oddity
We are get what we are given
We can’t choose our identity
What makes us comfortable
We can’t choose what fixes us
It is the way it

I May look different to you
I may wear my oddity with pride
God knows how long it took me to overcome
The violent outburst from you

Maybe you are mad for I do the thing you wish you could do yourself
Something you deny for yourself
Identity liberation
I can’t deny who I am
I can’t hide
And I never will
I’ve had a lot of horrible stares and comment by strangers lately (mainly to do with being ‘queer looking’) and it really got me down. But I wrote this and felt better snd now all I feel is pride
Nudo cabeza de turco
que envuelve el alma
y estos pies de tierra.

Atándome como si fuera
cuerdas de guitarra
y tu el mástil y cuerpo
que resuena
como pan de cada dia.

El calor que busco
en la regadera
las mijas de galletas
en la alacena,
Me hacen sentir
que no estoy solo
que aun vives conmigo.

El maniquí que ocupa tu silla,
la puerta abierta
por si algún día regresas
mi oído atento
a cualquier voz que suena.

Delirio entre sueños
nudos en cada parte
de mi cuerpo
que asfixian mi alma
y enredan mi amor.

Buscar solución
y sumergir mi cabeza
en agua fria
para despertarme
y darme cuenta
que cuando no estas
surgen mis más
terribles pesadillas.
Mane Omsy Nov 2017
Someone shout at them
Scare the beasts away
******* the clean ground
Suicidal animal viruses

Here, here, and there
Everywhere they shelter
Liabilities to the neighbors
Leaving migraine foams

Traces of their deeds
Scattered in the streets
Fighting for barks that’s louder
Bound to be the worst of all
Isabel Nov 2017
public,
the outside,
is my breathing as loud to everyone else as it is to me?
is everyone else hearing my heartbeat?
oh my GOD they totally are
that's why they're staring
they know you can't cope
you failed,
go straight to home. do not pass go. do not collect $200.
can't win them all.
home, comfort, familiarity.
i'll try again another day.
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