#worrying
Worrying is troubling
It really has no use
Preparing for the but what ifs
Preparing for excuse
Worrying is troubling
It's keeping you awake
Reminding of just one more thing
You might do by mistake
Worrying is troubling
You haven’t got a clue
Repeating over once again
It eats away at you
Worrying is troubling
It only sees the worst
Always blowing fear bubbles
Preparing for a burst
Worrying is troubling
It really doesn’t work
It makes things ten times worse in fact
In fact its just a curse
Worrying is troubling
It’s always spreading fear
Never saying what you need
What you really need to hear
Worrying is troubling
Take with a pinch of salt
No matter what the outcome
It’s really not your fault
Worrying is troubling
Say thanks for the concern
Say everything will be ok
Whichever way life turns
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 8:15 PM UTC
Book smart with no common sense,
Genius with physical labor absent.
Can’t remember strenuous actions since,
Well…I guess there hasn’t been much of it.
They say brains and brawn are a good mix,
But what if you just have one or the other?
Pure brawn is overrated,
But I wouldn’t mind having them both together.
I can remember the lore of Star Wars,
But I couldn’t tell you how to change a tire.
Algebra two’s not that intense,
However, driving just makes me stressed and tired.
Isn’t it ironic that one can have straight A’s,
Yet, feel so incompetent?
Peers far surpass me,
And overlap me,
Still got to expand my toolkit,
And the trial and error that comes with it.
Book smart with no common sense,
But I could give you your change along with all your cents.
There’s a pressing question I need to overcome.
In the real world, is book smarts enough?
In the real world, will I function?
In the real world…can I overcome?
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC
I feel little,
Compared to the poets whos' poems trend for days.
If they came 'hot off the press,'
They'd burn the printer's office down.
Their flow is perfect, and every poem has a clear purpose in their line up.
How can I be like them?
Traveler, Peter Garrett, Ben Noah Suresh,
All big names.
They have years of experience compared to me,
Traveler's poem trended so much it's temperature matched the year.
If I asked nicely,
Could he teach me how to make my poems great?
I learn so much from every poem on here I read,
Liana's a person, a poet, a vine.
That nobody cares about the number on the scrapbook poem,
They just care they're there.
I write because I want to show people a window into my life,
But deep down there's a part of me,
That wants to be famous more than anything.
So here I am,
Feeling little,
Feeling small.
Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 2:49 PM UTC
People will always worry,
That doesn't make me hate it any less.
People will always worry,
But I don't have much of a choice I guess.
People will always worry,
I hate that word so, so much.
People will always worry,
It just has a sour sort of touch.
People will always worry,
People will always worry,
People will always worry,
People will always worry,
All because of that one night,
When I tried to shut out the light.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 4:01 PM UTC
what's the point
of trying..
when I know
you're just
gonna be
the same
ya I should be
more understanding
but this time
I can't help
but think
that I'm just wasting
my time..
on you
I'm getting a little sick
sick of this
always worrying about you
when you can't
can't even listen to me
am I whispering..
are my words going mute..
do they even
even mean anything
like you say they do
to you…do they?
what's the point
of caring..
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 11:42 AM UTC
Before I first opened my eyes
Even before we had our first breath
You have always suffered
You have always felt his wrath.
He was supposed to protect you, us
He was supposed to love you, us
But he's as irresponsible as a child.
Painful truth, a true curse
So long as he exist,
So long as he breaths,
The circle continues.
I'm the last line of defense,
I'm the last one left to protect you.
But I also have suffered enough,
But I can't be weak, I cannot turn back.
Because It is my greatest duty;
My solemn oath to you,
I promised to always protect you.
Though, I cannot erase the fact...
I'm really... really tired.
I want to take a break from him.
I wish to get far from him, really far.
My siblings left you, me...alone.
I am just a child, I've held my ground;
I've held my ground till I'm finally broken.
Why do I have to be traumatized by him?
Why did we deserved all this?
What did I do to deserve this?
When will this ever end...
Because I'm really tired...
To protect you , all alone...
To face him all by myself...
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 9:17 AM UTC
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.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
Accepting
and preparing myself
to experience
my body becoming older
and my bodily-functions diminishing
towards death
brings me peace of mind.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 5:44 AM UTC
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?
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 8:11 PM UTC
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.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC
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.
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 12:43 AM UTC
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.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC
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.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 7:24 AM UTC
with each day that slowly trickles by
i try not to give up on the hope of the
effervescent tomorrow
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC
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.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 7:21 PM UTC
"I'll be fine," she said.
The last words she told me.
Before we were cut off
Over some imminent natural disaster.
It brought destruction
Destroyed numerous buildings and homes.
People are without power, or anything else.
And I'm just praying that she's alright.
She said she'd be fine.
But I can't help but panic.
My thoughts are scattered, I can't focus on anything else.
My heartbeat is quickening just imagining the worst.
I have to know if she's okay
But there's no way to reach her, not like this.
And only then I realize the pain
Of our long distance relationship.
Even if you can't hear me
I'm whispering those three words we exchange
And even if you can't read this now
I hope this reaches you somehow, someway.
I know you said you'd be fine.
But I'm still thinking the opposite.
Maybe I'm being stupid, maybe I'm just paranoid.
But either way, I can't help but feel like this.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC
I try to teach myself to stand on my own two feet
But i don’t know how well i can anymore
“Your grades are great”
“You’re really pretty”
“What do you have to worry about?”
I have to worry about how long i can push myself and how much of that studying i have to do tomorrow because i can’t stay awake on four hours of sleep through another day
I have to worry about how much this will bring down my grade compared to that because i don’t know how much homework i can force myself to do when i don’t even feel like leaving my bed
I have to worry about talking to my boyfriend for at least thirty minutes just so he doesn’t think i don’t love him anymore
I have to worry about sounding happy and looking happy and smiling happily and laughing happily
I HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT PRETENDING TO BE HAPPY
I have to worry about what to wear tomorrow
And the next day
And the next day because heaven forbid i come to school in my pajamas because i would loose all my social standing
I have to worry about how long it takes me to make that shake in the morning so i have time to have SOMETHING, just SOME calories in the morning so people can’t say “that’s why you’re too skinny” and just enough to keep my stomach from sounding like a whale, because God, do i know how people love to laugh at that
I have to worry about when i want to wear my makeup and when i don’t because i don’t want people to always expect makeup out of me but i still want to look nice
I have to worry about how i do my makeup because oh do i know how too much for a normal day or a simple slightly off shade can make everyone see me as a terrible monster
I have to worry about the color of my hair and the colors that i wear, does it bring out my eyes? who even cares?
Me.
Everybody.
I have to look perfect i have to seem perfect my grades have to be perfect my outfits have to be perfect
I have to be
Perfect
Ladies and Gentlemen,
That is what i have to worry about
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
And don't spend your days weeping,
over a subject that doesn't stop to wonder
about you and your worrying demeanour.
And don't even bother spending nights
and even days empty, hoping for a reply
from the mysterious person who once filled your mind.
And don't you think to question yourself
for their demeaning actions
that have left you cold and unattached.
For if they wanted to
they would've.
-z
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 5:08 AM UTC
What does a winky face mean?
;)
is it flirty?
is it just how you text?
I
don’t
know
was it
a mistake?
an accident?
these questions are driving me crazy
i think of it as flirty,
(but maybe that’s just wishful thinking)
what does it mean to you?
please tell me
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC