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leo arden Sep 16
are you doing,

or are you overthinking?

are you progressing,

or are you moving?

are you living,

or are you worrying?

do some.

progress more.

live.
"never confuse movement with progress"
          -- Denzel Washington
Carl D'Souza Jul 29
Accepting
and preparing myself
to experience
my body becoming older
and my ******-functions diminishing
towards death
brings me peace of mind.
Carl D'Souza Jul 25
Can my worrying be replaced
by calmly asking questions
about what the situation is
and accepting
what the situation is?
and calmly asking questions
about how to improve the situation
towards my joy and happiness?
There is a storm on the horizon.
My forecast calls for rains of salt water and of sorrow
And all of me will drown in its merciless fury
And the winds of pain are but a warning, though they are far from subtle.
To persuade myself that I shall not be engulfed in my own ocean
Would be like persuading a tsunami not to crash ashore.
But adaptation is a much simpler concept.
Note to self: It’s alright to be upset because you won't have that little bit of extra support for a while, but you need not worry. He’ll be okay, and so will you.
When your house is flooded, there’s always shelter elsewhere. You just need to look for it.
I found home
in the numbing sheath wrapped around my heart
covering it like the snow that hugs the hillsides in December
That I look upon and envy
For they are simply resting
Their snow shall melt, and they will be comforted by the warming rays of the winter sun,
They will flourish, bloom and serve their purpose.
I will wither, fade and be erased, bit by bit.
Sometimes the thought of letting down your guard, exposing yourself is terrifying. The power of negative thoughts.
Kasti Feb 26
if fear were [fate]

          fate (were [fear])

                     [fate is fear] when drear is near

                                                    ->tears fall when we fall

                                                      and an end would call our intentions

                                                     ­                                            [fear is] near

                                                               ­                   when fear is drear

                                                          ­                                    [I] fear my life

                                                           ­                         [I] fear myself

                                                         ­              [I] fear our lives

                                                         [I] fear ourselves

but if [far is (near when fear is) drear and] tears are all that fall

                                                       then [fear is near (you) have no] fear

                                 (you) will succumb to all.
I wrote this when I was very tired.
s Willow Feb 8
My passion is the silent uneasiness.
Remembering many discontent, and happy doubts.
Thoughts came worrying
worrying
worrying.

Death shall bring assurance.
I uncovered
the wispy whispering shadows
and they sprung onto the world.
The ignorant never suspecting.
I was mute.
I received the backlash.
The backlash of the world.
mrc Feb 1
with each day that slowly trickles by
i try not to give up on the hope of the
effervescent tomorrow
Sam Jan 18
This one is for you,
Quiet girl,
Smart girl,
Shy girl,
You.

Not for the,
Funny girls,
Ignorant girls,
The girl that doesn’t acknowledge,
You.

Because you may be quiet,
But I never had a problem hearing your voice,
And you may be timid,
But when you speak I will always listen.

This one is for you,
For the day I saw you cry and thought that a
Quiet, smart, shy girl,
like you should never cry.
But does.

I know you cry when you are home,
And escape to your room where no one else sees.

You never answered my text,
And I am worried,
You tell me “I don’t have to”
But smart, shy, girl,
you never did realize,
That I always cared about you.

And I listened,
And I worried,
And I hugged,
This ones for you.
Mar Dec 2018
So little time I have
To do all that I want
Even though I’m relatively young,
I cannot help but think about
How limited my time on this planet is.
Much time is spent worrying,
Either about the past,
Or what is to come in the future.
If only there was a way to stop
Thinking about this-
It makes me go mad
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