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Jason Elliot Apr 2018
This could be my world,
Your garden full of dandelions,
The bushes, closing us off.
So only planes can see us from above.

This could be my world,
Your bed full of comforts,
The blankets, wrapping us up.
So only I can hear your whispers.

This could be my world,
Your heart full of love,
Your words trapping me.
So only I can feel this feeling.

You could be my world.
Jason Elliot Apr 2018
My greatest fear,
An awkward silence.

Separation.
Discomfort.
Insecurity.
I don't want any of it.

So why don't I reply?
I just fake a laugh,
And bask in the pain,
Of my awkward silence.
  Apr 2018 Jason Elliot
Katelynn Vens
It is a fog that never leaves,
It is a never ending breeze,
It cripples, attacks, destroys
And grasps.

Much like an earthquake,
It shakes my world
Leaves it desolate
Isolated
And

FEARFUL.
A poem that outlines the fears and difficulties of having anxiety.
Jason Elliot Apr 2018
I always worry about "destiny"
What's inside the crystal ball,
Imaging it's all set out for me,
So I'm not responsible for it all.

It means I can escape this guilt,
The one that never leaves,
It's how these negative thoughts are built,
Why the better part of me grieves.

It means that we aren't truly free,
It means that we aren't in control,
But I always question. Would I want to be?
If I was, would it make me feel whole?

Maybe its best I have Destiny,
Because I need something to guide Me.
Jason Elliot Apr 2018
You left me.

I asked you never to leave
But your eyes said it all,
Lifeless, literally.
I was there when they got drained.
The vet with the needle.
Me, grabbing at tufts of hair.
The whimpers as you slumped down.

And my tears,
They're still here 7 months later,
Just like I promised.
Jason Elliot Apr 2018
I'm scared of trying my best,
Because of my constant fear of failure,
They tell me to try harder,
Push more.
But what if I gave it my all?

It hurts so much more,
When I have people cheering me on,
Believing in me.
When failure finally comes.

The cheers are empty,
The faith is a distant memory,
They tell me I'll do better next time,
Giving me their empty adjectives.
Like it makes me feel better.
Feel like a lot of people can relate to the feeling when you've given it your all but you're still met with failure. I'm sure everyone is capable of success but pushing yourself to keep trying is a constant struggle.
Jason Elliot Apr 2018
It's a hard life
When you hope for the stars,
But can't even touch the moon.

Just used as a step for others to get a better view.
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