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#panic-attack
Heartbeat and breathing erratic.
 Mindset; frazzled, like static. 

There is never a rhyme or reason. 
My life is just an ever-changing season.

 Looping yet broken. Like a record that is scratched. In my head, the devils plan, will it be hatched?
 Or will I be intercepted beforehand. My only warning sign could be the lights and/or sirens, when the men in white coats are dispatched
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
The Hesitance That Comes With Knowing The Inevitable
from the moment, you stumbled into my life, i was in the palm of your hand. and from that moment on, i knew that i would be be awaiting the return of, you. waiting for the next time i find myself entangled with, you. leaving me breathless, heart racing, chest aching. i want to run but there's no escaping, you. which is to say, that i can never leave, you. - a.r.
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
an ode to the panic attack
You seem to hurt my heart,                                                           Repetitively,                                                                                   and the doctors say:                                                                                                              "They can’t bandage a word broken heart,"    "When the bandage won’t  be able to fix me,"                               This is when my body mutates, Making it hard to breath ,                                                     Or really do anything, This is when,             My ribs,                                                        wrap around my heart, trying to protect it from you,                                                                              and while my lungs were unprotected, and I was at a lack of breath,                                                            you seemed to take that, with any happiness you could find,                 And I sat there,         Shaking, Then,                                                                           Crying because it’s not even first period
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
Panic Attacks
You seem to hurt my heart,                                                           Repetitively,                                                                                   and the doctors say:                                                                                                              "They can’t bandage a word broken heart,"    "When the bandage won’t  be able to fix me,"                               This is when my body mutates, Making it hard to breath ,                                                     Or really do anything, This is when,             My ribs,                                                        wrap around my heart, trying to protect it from you,                                                                              and while my lungs were unprotected, and I was at a lack of breath,                                                            you seemed to take that, with any happiness you could find,                 And I sat there,         Shaking, Then,                                                                           Crying because it’s not even first period
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who am I? Who am I? what is going on? I know, no, I know. “panic attack”, where, what, panic, everywhere, “calm” “breathe” only confusion,
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
Panic Attacks