#glossophobia
hands and brow sweating
hyperventilating
heart pounding
mind racing
hands shaking
wait!
close your eyes
inhale, hold, exhale
inhale, hold, exhale
clench your fists, release
clench your fists, release
take a sip of water
take a sip of water
open your eyes
straighten your posture
and begin speaking
you got this!
I believe in you!
just persevere
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 3:05 PM UTC
standing in the front of the room
people crowded at the desks
their eyes boring into yours
your skin burning and prickly
heart pounding out of your chest
hands shaky and voice quavering
breathing heavy and feeling dizzy
the room is spinning
vision going black
I can't do this anymore!
help!
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 2:36 PM UTC
My mind reels back to that moment
When fear's icy grip took hold
A sudden trembling seized my frame
My whole being testified to the panic's claim
I grasped the microphone, a disaster unfolding
My words, a jumbled mess, or so it seemed
Was I speaking or mumbling? I couldn't tell
My mind, a maze of self-doubt, a trickster's spell
In that intense moment, I wished to be
Glued to my seat, silent and free
No care to speak, no need to face
The fear that gripped me, a suffocating space
Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 5:26 PM UTC
A clipped voice,
slips noise-
lessly
into
the fray.
Yellow
and shaky.
Bland, I know.
I hate to
Say.
Butterfly
in a storm,
normally deep.
I crack,
lacking wingspan.
Headcave retreat.
Feet save
my mouth.
Because the wrong
thing ran.
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 1:05 PM UTC
I listen with stapled lips
Waiting
My predator, prey, and companion
I don't know if it's safe to rip the silence out of me
I can't trust myself to move
So I sit as this black and silver storm cloud builds up inside me
Threatening to tear me to shreds if I continue to stay silent
And I stay silent
The words ache at the back of my throat
And I refuse to say them
Better to embrace my sticky metal suicide
Than the predator slash through my flesh and veins
Better to waste away in my lyric starvation
Than let a beast **** me
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
Introductions are never easy.
Mousy boy.
Chains.
Ankles shackled.
Lungs rattle, relentless battle.
Loose phlegm, filling falling castles.
Under no pretense.
Moat; a barrier of defense.
Where voice is a drawbridge
Oscillating flow.
Open bandage.
Darkest window.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC