"immobilizes" poems - Hello Poetry

Sitting on stage The glare of the audience immobilizes my every move Is there a way this paralysis will soothe? The lights suddenly blare Like a deer bathed in headlights How can I escape from this radiant bear? The conductor baton rises into the soundless air Sweating, stammering, shivering Will this be my final prayer? The sound of an A fires from a clarinet Bow on string, I imitate the shrill This magical note seems to be my fever pill A-D, D-G, A-E Instrument seems in tune But will this miniscule fact solve my problem soon? As the chief baton swings side to side Flickering images in my mind crash like a tsunami tide Joy, Love, Hardship, and Harmony Music conducted the opening to my passion ceremony Fire ignites my being Like bungee-jumping off a bridge The words “Anything is possible!” now beaming Like poetry, music is an art Raw emotion strangles uniformity Expression bears no limit Creativity beats as our vital body part

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Apr 17, 2013

Apr 17, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC

michael-mitchell

Stage Fright or Stage Might

Sitting on stage The glare of the audience immobilizes my every move Is there a way this paralysis will soothe? The lights suddenly blare Like a deer bathed in headlights How can I escape from this radiant bear? The conductor baton rises into the soundless air Sweating, stammering, shivering Will this be my final prayer? The sound of an A fires from a clarinet Bow on string, I imitate the shrill This magical note seems to be my fever pill A-D, D-G, A-E Instrument seems in tune But will this miniscule fact solve my problem soon? As the chief baton swings side to side Flickering images in my mind crash like a tsunami tide Joy, Love, Hardship, and Harmony Music conducted the opening to my passion ceremony Fire ignites my being Like bungee-jumping off a bridge The words “Anything is possible!” now beaming Like poetry, music is an art Raw emotion strangles uniformity Expression bears no limit Creativity beats as our vital body part

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What is a misery that cannot be seen, heard, or explained What is a misery far too painful for human expression What is a misery that drives to the ends of the earth everyday What is a misery that immobilizes indefinitely What is a misery that surges beyond words or gestures, beyond explanation or comprehension What is a misery at all, in fact What is a misery but a misery?

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Oct 4, 2017

Oct 4, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC

brianna-duffin

What is a Misery

What is a misery that cannot be seen, heard, or explained What is a misery far too painful for human expression What is a misery that drives to the ends of the earth everyday What is a misery that immobilizes indefinitely What is a misery that surges beyond words or gestures, beyond explanation or comprehension What is a misery at all, in fact What is a misery but a misery?

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Why do I doubt someone who has given me no reason to mistrust them. It must be because of You. The past that swiftly winds around my chest until I suffocate, and leaves me gasping and clawing for air. The past that immobilizes me when the situation is even slightly re-enacted. The past that tells me I am not worthy to be loved so well and unconditionally. The past that snakes into my mind and creates unheeded jealousy. Why.

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Dec 22, 2014

Dec 22, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC

hannah-adair

The Past

Why do I doubt someone who has given me no reason to mistrust them. It must be because of You. The past that swiftly winds around my chest until I suffocate, and leaves me gasping and clawing for air. The past that immobilizes me when the situation is even slightly re-enacted. The past that tells me I am not worthy to be loved so well and unconditionally. The past that snakes into my mind and creates unheeded jealousy. Why.

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Outside on the park bench, her heart skips a beat- a shadow's passed by. The crickets have thawed. They continue to stretch their chuckling bones. There is a key in the dark, A woman fearing to leave the light. Her purse has five hundred dollars. Her car snores softly beside the sidewalks on which runners nonchalantly run, and walkers nonchalantly walk. It is not fear that immobilizes her, But its trailing shadow: The fact that it left without so much as a glance, Without so much a trace, As if she wasn't worth threatening.

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Sep 23, 2013

Sep 23, 2013 at 3:04 AM UTC

jedd-ong

Ghost

Outside on the park bench, her heart skips a beat- a shadow's passed by. The crickets have thawed. They continue to stretch their chuckling bones. There is a key in the dark, A woman fearing to leave the light. Her purse has five hundred dollars. Her car snores softly beside the sidewalks on which runners nonchalantly run, and walkers nonchalantly walk. It is not fear that immobilizes her, But its trailing shadow: The fact that it left without so much as a glance, Without so much a trace, As if she wasn't worth threatening.

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I have two constant companions. Though they've been there through everything, No other two souls are more determined to drag me under. Who are they? One is named Anxiety. Anxiety is a small green and brown monster, Perched on my shoulder, Whispering in my ear, A list of everyone and everything I shoould fear. Immobilizes me, Suffocates me, Choking me out and knocking me down. Feeding on my fear, Anxiety grows larger and larger, Until I am the one on it's shoulder. Whispering in their ear, Begging, Please stop... The other is named Depression. A jealous mistress indeed, Depression keeps me under lock and key, Blinds me until she's all I can see. If she suspects that I start wander, If she deems me unfaithful, i am pulled down. Smothered. Suffocated. My two constand companions: Anxiety and Depression. One, all consuming darkness, The other, Mortal paralyzation. Both hell-bent on destroying me.

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC

ashlei-cottom

Constant Companions

I have two constant companions. Though they've been there through everything, No other two souls are more determined to drag me under. Who are they? One is named Anxiety. Anxiety is a small green and brown monster, Perched on my shoulder, Whispering in my ear, A list of everyone and everything I shoould fear. Immobilizes me, Suffocates me, Choking me out and knocking me down. Feeding on my fear, Anxiety grows larger and larger, Until I am the one on it's shoulder. Whispering in their ear, Begging, Please stop... The other is named Depression. A jealous mistress indeed, Depression keeps me under lock and key, Blinds me until she's all I can see. If she suspects that I start wander, If she deems me unfaithful, i am pulled down. Smothered. Suffocated. My two constand companions: Anxiety and Depression. One, all consuming darkness, The other, Mortal paralyzation. Both hell-bent on destroying me.

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Anxiety straps his body binding his muscles and locking his joints. Stress is visible on his torn bleeding fingers. Fear crippling his mind showing him the images of the world, ones that look like they're straight out of a Tim Burton movie. Dark demented but true. Oh so true. So true that everyone else has gone blind saying that everything is fine. But it's not. He's not fine. Oh no he may put on a smile and hide the pain in his eyes but it's there. You just have to look deep enough. Reality is so distressed we make up fantasies and call them reality. We ban all the things that will allow you to see the real world. We brain wash the children to believing that they deserve everything on a silver plater. "Reality" is not even real, just a fragment of our fevered imaginations. So when anxiety immobilizes your body, seizing your muscles and tightening them till they're strung taught. When it locks your joints not allowing you to move. When stress makes you mutilate your body by ripping the fleshy linings on your fingers pouring blood. When fear fills your mind giving you chills those little goose bumps and that shiver that runs down you spine when you know something is just not right. No not right at all because you can't handle the images of Reality and when you try to process them and tell others what you see they put you in a mental hospital. "For your own good" they said. They call you ****** crazy, mentally unstable. So you zip your mouth shut and let them think your ok. You let them believe that their child is not broken that they can still "save" you. You let them listen to these falsifications so you can go home and be "normal". So much so you start believing the lies again and forget the harsh Reality.

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Nov 29, 2016

Nov 29, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC

HellishLove

Reality

Anxiety straps his body binding his muscles and locking his joints. Stress is visible on his torn bleeding fingers. Fear crippling his mind showing him the images of the world, ones that look like they're straight out of a Tim Burton movie. Dark demented but true. Oh so true. So true that everyone else has gone blind saying that everything is fine. But it's not. He's not fine. Oh no he may put on a smile and hide the pain in his eyes but it's there. You just have to look deep enough. Reality is so distressed we make up fantasies and call them reality. We ban all the things that will allow you to see the real world. We brain wash the children to believing that they deserve everything on a silver plater. "Reality" is not even real, just a fragment of our fevered imaginations. So when anxiety immobilizes your body, seizing your muscles and tightening them till they're strung taught. When it locks your joints not allowing you to move. When stress makes you mutilate your body by ripping the fleshy linings on your fingers pouring blood. When fear fills your mind giving you chills those little goose bumps and that shiver that runs down you spine when you know something is just not right. No not right at all because you can't handle the images of Reality and when you try to process them and tell others what you see they put you in a mental hospital. "For your own good" they said. They call you ****** crazy, mentally unstable. So you zip your mouth shut and let them think your ok. You let them believe that their child is not broken that they can still "save" you. You let them listen to these falsifications so you can go home and be "normal". So much so you start believing the lies again and forget the harsh Reality.

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