"anxi" poems
Weicheng morning rain moisten light dust
Visitor house green green willow colour new
Urge gentleman further finish one cup alcohol
West outside Yang Pass no friend person
At Weicheng morning rain has dampened light dust,
By the hostel, the willows are all fresh and green.
I urge my friend to drink a last cup of wine,
West of Yang Pass, there will be no friends.
3.1k
Where your real friends at?
With their fuzzy perspectives
and doubts on how to live
Happily
They turn to you for guidance but in turn
Follow their own misguidance
Blindy
Criticism (self inflicted and onto others) is
only beautiful when it constructs
Dreams of life, liberty and happiness
Destruction leads to ends that are abrubt
Confusion floats in the air as does debris
from this falling tree
Or has it fallen'd?
Let the dust clear and we'll see
Open eyes
Open mind
Open heart
In pursuit of self discovery
Auras collide to construct beauty in us
Taking advantage of love was placed in us
You are welcome if your mind is free
Fullness will only constitute stress
And anxi-ety
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 9:09 AM UTC
Drown my sorrow in cups of tea
The only place I want to be
The overflowing heat
Melts away my fears
Only for a moment though
Until the cold sets in
Adheres
Anxiety can crawl back in
Hidden in the snow
Unnoticed
Alone
I feel alone
So I make another cup of tea
Alway in my favorite mug
You see
My body craves routine
It sets my mind free
Camomile, mint, jasmine, chai
Whatever the flavor,
Always by my side
I promise I will savor.
The moment my anxiety was shoved
Outside
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 12:30 PM UTC
your absence is much more distracting
than your presence
and god, do i hate time difference.
i sleep around when you're awake
and i can't stop wondering
if you do the same.
thoughts, thoughts, thoughts irrational
anxi, anxious, anxiously waiting
ple, pleas, please don't leave.
desperation is the color that flushes my cheeks
oh how you must think of me...
my poor, poor mr. darcy.
then, i find myself ***** for ghosts
who will never appear.
o! how silly of me.
to ever even fathom being in your hades
so don't you ever fu-
you text me.
everything fizzles away
sitting.
patiently.
ever so
patiently. my
pavlovian.
response.
i love it
when you tighten
that leash on me
anxi, anxious, anxiously waiting
for another stimulus
what abitch move.
for you to deny me
that
ha!
and god, do i hate time difference.
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 3:04 PM UTC