#anxiety poetry

[waitingforthesunrise]

And oh, love, I think 

I want to stay, I want to stay, I want to 

hold hands and dance in the rain again. Dear Lord

I just want it not to burn so much. To stop begging forgiveness 

For crimes I’ve dreamed of committing. 

I always harbored a deep suspicion that if 

I simply tried a little harder, I could give what I wanted to give. 

Which was never what I had, but more, more, as though 

My heart was a greedy gremlin who demanded the world from my fingertips. 

My chest tightens with all the love I have to offer. 

When did love feel so much like desperation? 

I think my sadness is a lie 

Told by witches in the dead of night. I think I could find it again

That bright jewel, that elusive slip of clarity 

Behind my couch. In your eyes.

Does the search ever ease? I’ve been tying up my joy in package form

Pressing it into strangers hands. Take it, breath it, if I can sap your suffering 

I would have accomplished some mighty feat. 

I would have saved us. The way I prayed for salvation 

The way I did not recognize it when it came. 

Perhaps I have forgotten what love looks like. 

Perhaps it is time to remember. 

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[fuckingwhateverdude]

@nosebleedclub // mar. #25

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[ki-the-iridescent]

i hate when people say i’m resilient.

it wasn’t as if i made it through the fire by miraculous recovery before the next one.

i saved them all for later, hiding my burns so the kids wouldn’t see the scorching as if later

would never come.

now here i am in a cold room,

trying to extinguish flames that have long since become ash.

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[roseacademia]

When you're an overthinker with a mental illness, you think a lot, specially when your mental illness involves intrusive thoughts. It does you in. You've a bunch of thoughts and however wise or smart you can be with your mental illness but there's a chance that they can best you, maybe simply because a few elements of them align with who you truly are, or because sometimes, in this case, your feelings do not make sense to you. So you question, the what and the why and the intrusive thoughts tell you that nope, there's a chance that, in this particular case, your feelings are likely of the messed up sort because this person isn't likely not the kind you'd like. So you think, in your most anxious of moments, it's best to feel who you're and if it's true that your feelings are invalid, if your love isn't right, if this person is someone that you'd not be as interested in or smth once the messed up thoughts leave then things are best as they're

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[thatsimplepoet]

the 15th of november

the way that the day

has only just started

and i am already

drowning in my anxiety

feels incredibly unfair

in the grand scheme of things

because i had so much hope

for the beauty of today

-ree

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[illustratinglaura]

I can’t sleep so fuck it, here’s a poem for all us anxious sleep deprived saints.

Greet Each Other With a Holy Kiss

Abyss opens up

Where the chest kisses the throat

Like Judas

Betraying lungs fill

Up

Up

Up

Pregnant by holy breath

Forced

Down

Down

Down

Adam’s nostrils

I heard somewhere

In the Holy States of America

You can sue someone for resuscitating

Without a consent

I lie

In an unholy state

Kept alive by kisses

In the abyss.

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[justtryingtoignoreallthat]

I’m thinking a lot about breath lately

I inhale and exhale 

But I can’t breathe

I keep trying to run

While I’m still on my knees

I’m trying to help you

When I don’t have what I need

I’m trying to explore the whole ocean

While I’m drowning

And can’t even breathe

(by D)

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[patchwork-poet]

Wouldn't it be nice

If my heart was in my chest?

If I could keep it all in one place

Instead of all this mess?

But all the little pieces

Got scattered to the wind,

And I couldn’t even hope

To put them back again.

When I try to take control

By holding your hand

You slip right through my fingers

Like a million grains of sand.

My heart is beating

In a hundred different places

Fragile as glass

And beyond my calculations.

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[laikacore]

i want to be perfect, to live a perfect life, to be untouchable

by hatred and bitterness and strife and stress

i build myself a shell, a cocoon of sage advice and acceptance and love

i smooth down the edges over and over, making a seamless view of life,

of life, of repentance, of challenge and overcoming

of hope, of dreams, of death and fearlessness

of forgiving and taking and giving and sharing

and i try not to worry about the day it will all come undone

in the face of the deepest rooted fears

the deepest settled pettiness

the deepest crammed insecurities

the lows i can’t stop reaching--

no, not lows, just

other places

other phases

and again it is ironed flat:

a constant state of self improvement 

to become an impossible butterfly by laika wallace

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[sadowlswriting]

Shame suffocates me,

Pulls me into a tight hug,

Like a snake crushing its prey,

Immobilising.

It stains my cheeks red,

Bursts the water bubbles in my eyes,

While my heart makes a beat with my ribcage,

My heart the drum,

My ribcage the drumsticks.

Anxiety throws me up on center stage,

Bright lights blinding me,

Silhouettes of people's pointed fingers,

Laughter ringing in my ears.

I tremble, like I've never known the cold before,

Though I'm drenched in sweat.

Guilt dances in my stomach, in a dance battle against itself,

Keeps me up at night,

Whispering bedtimes stories, that will join me in my nightmares.

Forces me to hold up against the weight of it, like I'm atlas, condemned for eternity.

Depression yanks me up into the sky,

I feel better than I ever have before, like nothing can go wrong.

Only for it to drop me, and watch as I fall,

Screaming,

Crying,

Grapsing at the clouds.

It lands me in a deep hole, labelled with my name on the gravestone.

Cackles as I grip at bits of dry dirt, to climb my way out, only for it to crumble.

Yells, "You'll die down here. You're forever destined to run miles, in the same spot. Give up trying, it's useless. You're useless."

And lastly,

Acceptance, cleans the dirt from under my fingernails,

Uses a damp soapy cloth, and wipes down my face,

Combs, and untangles my matted hair,

Then silently, hugs me loosely as I succumb to exhaustion.

Like a mother, acceptance can not rid me of the problem, nor can it take me out the grave I lie in. Acceptance, is like taking out the freshly dried blanket out the dryer, and wrapping it around you on a winters morning, with fresh snow still on the ground, and the sun still yet to rise.

-Owl.

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[waitingforthesunrise]

What did the words do for you? 

Oh, I built a raft of words

Tied the similes into sails, and 

Bound myself to the anchor 

For if my ship goes down, so will I. 

Ah, the words. Earliest taste on my tongue – 

Tiny and small in a hospital room, curled up

To escape from the pain. Pain always had the strongest waves. 

And I 

Had only the alphabet. 

The letters – like curls of lace, like sanity and sorrow 

A promise that was always kept. 

First on stories, then on worlds. I was never sane

If by sane you mean uncaring, and cold. 

Unable to be touched by stars or people

(even those whom you have never met.) 

The raft of words returned

To sponge off the blood on my fingers

(to be fifteen is to know the taste of biting your tongue. And 

the sharp scrape of a heart.) 

The letters, they saved me – like bridges, like maps, like 

The soft promise of the morning light. 

(love crosses the lines, again and again; pain 

does not make you unlovable.) 

I wove my fate and fortunes into the wheel

Steering against the tides of 

Careful calculations and misintent. 

The words

They saved me. Cradled me. Kept me safe 

(not whole. nothing can do that. but alive, which is better

 for the beautiful things are always broken. do not cry, love: the light 

shines on our scars and makes them beautiful. how else is it done? ) 

Sword and shield and dagger…

What did the words do for you? 

Carried me to the shore, and guided me beyond. Put a sword in my hands 

Saying, go. for there is magic 

stronger than pain, stronger than the beating waves, stronger than 

strangers and the relentless fear of living 

The words brushed my heart and said, this

this is where the magic lives. and still it breathes

 on an ocean, a hospital bed, a mountain top,

 a life.

And oh – 

the journey is grand and mischievous. 

(for such is hope. and again, I breathe.)

@dailypoetryforyou

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[fuckingwhateverdude]

3.18.23

#on overthinking vibes #i have already pictured everything that could happen i am safe!!! #my writing #my writing tag #spilled ink #original poem #mental illness #anxiety poetry #generalized anxiety disorder #overthinking

[somebadpoetry]

I wake up in the morning

I wash my face

I moisturise with creams and serums

Sesamum Indicum, Rosa Canina Fruit Oil, Butyrospermum Parkii

Sesame, rosehip, shea

Avoid contact with eyes that scrutinise

I think about vampires

Their ever lasting youth

And how I’m a year past the perfect age to get it

My back has started hunching

Soon it will be permanent

I worry that one day I’ll smile and my face

Will keep the impression of it forever

Don’t make faces

Don’t drink out of straws

Don’t eat salty food

Drink blood to stay young

I wonder if it’s worth it, never living to stave off life’s marks

Maybe not

I see so many beautiful faces that are worn

With confidence engraved in their smile lines

But I wake up every morning,

Check myself for new marks,

And wash my face

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[deewritessometimes]

Anxiety is like getting shot while being blindfolded, cos you don’t know who/what pulled the trigger.

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[thatsimplepoet]

claustrophobic heart

coming out wasn't-

isn't-

easy.

for me it felt

as if the world

was closing in on the fragile mess

that is my heart

it felt as though there was no cure,

or way of coping,

for that particular brand of anxiety-

thoughts of what if people hate this "new" me

and will i ever be truly happy-

dominated my mind

and so i carried on for years

with a smile on my face

and a claustrophobic heart,

begging for relief

or at least the begining of an exit strategy

until i decided

that i was ready

to finally be me.

-ree

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[bunnieborderlinepoet]

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