Hush these voices
Writing my days
Into years
Worry will etch lines on my face
As storms have prospered
And marked the earth
I need an ear that listens
But does not judge
As I erode and try to simply breathe
Dull this pain
And let my spirit soar
Before I become one with the dirt.
anxiety
Highly strung
Your smile is a treacherous road
To kiss upon
Because the strings that pull the corners up
Are easily swung
In to that contemptuous frown
Because you’re highly strung
And I wish I could say I could relax your soul
But I’m intensity personified
You might be taut
But you’ve got nothing
On my mind.
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battle
I want to be like my granddad
not this on edge battle
constantly within
I want to be one of those men
who is calm and collected
even through adversity
but my brain works out of sync
with my wishes
and instead I’m constantly
wound to the highest of settings
looking over my shoulder
always expecting the worse
and making myself grieve
before any news has even been heard
I put myself through the ringer
always churning out anxious messes
I think I might just have enough of this
fucked up shit in my mind
that had I been born in a different time
i’d have been institutionalised
and sometimes I think maybe
it’d be easier
in a straitjacket
to save myself from this responsibility
of being a fully fledged human
i’ve got these contradicting sides
of me, arguing.
one side says I want to be a self sufficient man
but that despite that want, I don’t think that I can
and another side of me wants to run away
or maybe just induce myself into a coma
and never wake
Letting go….
Letting feelings
come and go
as they please
no fighting
just, sitting
listening
turmoil, turbulence
even so, I’m tethered to existence
if I just let the feelings flow
maybe they’ll just…. go?
Splintered influence
Splintered influence
magnetically fracturing
my existence
Laughing & crying
at my duality
inextricable
the fragments of reality
Holding impressions
laughing nervously
Bursting for the duration
of possibility
(c) 2016 March
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