"uncrumple" poems - Hello Poetry

i have anxiety undiagnosed. sometimes it feels like my head is stuffed with crumpled ***** of paper: the things I never said, the things I should have never said, the things that someone never said to me. all of these things are written on every piece of paper there are so many right now that no more would be able to fit yet i can't stop thinking things, i can't stop saying stupid things, i can't stop wishing things. i sigh I reach up to my forehead and i grasp my bangs with my shaky hands and pull i'm hoping one day when i do this the top of my head will yank open all of these crumpled pieces of thoughts will pour out in a pile on the floor i will kneel down and uncrumple each and every piece i will read each one until my head fills up again.

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Mar 19, 2018

Mar 19, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC

veronica-emilia

my head

i have anxiety undiagnosed. sometimes it feels like my head is stuffed with crumpled ***** of paper: the things I never said, the things I should have never said, the things that someone never said to me. all of these things are written on every piece of paper there are so many right now that no more would be able to fit yet i can't stop thinking things, i can't stop saying stupid things, i can't stop wishing things. i sigh I reach up to my forehead and i grasp my bangs with my shaky hands and pull i'm hoping one day when i do this the top of my head will yank open all of these crumpled pieces of thoughts will pour out in a pile on the floor i will kneel down and uncrumple each and every piece i will read each one until my head fills up again.

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Forgotten notes lie at the bottom of bags along with broken pencils bits of dirt forgotten words, prayers continually trampled deeper and deeper they sink as work is piled higher and higher compressing into one uncrumple them unscramble the faded letters before at the end of the year they are swept up into the trash recycled to pulp and reborn They still linger there with the gum wrappers and discarded things you cannot throw out until you have forgot them

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Feb 12, 2013

Feb 12, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC

sierra-1

the bottom of a bag

Forgotten notes lie at the bottom of bags along with broken pencils bits of dirt forgotten words, prayers continually trampled deeper and deeper they sink as work is piled higher and higher compressing into one uncrumple them unscramble the faded letters before at the end of the year they are swept up into the trash recycled to pulp and reborn They still linger there with the gum wrappers and discarded things you cannot throw out until you have forgot them

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Run and run and run Somewhere, anywhere, just move until your skin is hot and your heart is beating. For you though, You've nothing to prove. Let the pain out in the sweat that pours down your face, instead of tears. Don't think about what you said or should've said or any of your fears. Uncrumple, unroll yourself out of your ball of paper, make it is wide open as you're able Stand up on your own two feet now good and stable. Next start to move a little, jog if that's all you can now just run off your fear Look how far you've come: All the clothes you were too afraid to wear, All the opinions you were too afraid to share. It's okay my dear, just run off the fear.

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May 6, 2016

May 6, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC

Meggghanq1

Just run off your fear

Run and run and run Somewhere, anywhere, just move until your skin is hot and your heart is beating. For you though, You've nothing to prove. Let the pain out in the sweat that pours down your face, instead of tears. Don't think about what you said or should've said or any of your fears. Uncrumple, unroll yourself out of your ball of paper, make it is wide open as you're able Stand up on your own two feet now good and stable. Next start to move a little, jog if that's all you can now just run off your fear Look how far you've come: All the clothes you were too afraid to wear, All the opinions you were too afraid to share. It's okay my dear, just run off the fear.

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