Anxiety

can't catch your breath
the walls are closing in
pins and needles
all through your skin

your muscles tense
your stomack flips
your heart races
your mind slips

your lips quiver
your palms sweat
everything around you
seems like a threat

it's just your nerves
it's all in your head
no one understands
you'd rather be dead

coming out

It’s not an illness
Of that i am sure
So you need to know
You wont find a cure

Yes i am different
I may not fit in
But last time i checked
That wasn’t a sin

I’m still the same girl
I was years ago
This doesn’t change who i am
But i need you to know

I’ve fallen in love
We’re tying the knot
What can i say
I love HER alot

Since each user is only allowed to create one Poetry thread, I've gone ahead and merged your's together. Please update this topic with all of your new works. :yes:

haunted by memories

tossing and turning
unable to sleep
haunted by memories
i don't want to keep

i remember the night
i got the black eye
you swore up and down
next time i'd die

the yelling and screaming
the bruises and tears
i can't believe i stayed
all those horrible years

at that point i knew
this all had to end
i packed up my bags
went to stay with a friend

you stalked and you prowled
you wouldn't go away
i still watch my back
to this very day

one call to the cops
they locked you up tight
but still my memories
haunt me tonight

Blocked

my mind is blank
my page is bare
hour after hour
I sit and I stare

a common illness
every artist will face
sadly however
this is my worst case

my frustration builds
my mind seems to slip
page after page
I tear and I rip

my mind is frozen
active as a rock
you know what I mean
I'm cursed with writer's block

Your work is incredible. I love how you write. You should look into getting your work published.

@kigome - oh my, thank you so much. i'm flattered.

confused

I want to run but I don’t know where to go.
I want to cry but I don’t want people to see my tears.
I want to scream but I don’t want anyone to hear me.
I want to tell you but I don’t want you to know.
I want it stop but I don’t know when it started.
I want to hate you but I love you.
I want to die but I don’t want to leave everything behind.
I try to please everyone but I can’t do anything right.
I want to get away from it all but I don’t know what I’m running from.
Sometimes I think I have no one to turn to.



i wrote this a long time ago for a school project

Actually, if you went to a publisher, they'd laugh at you.

Not to be rude, but it's true. You have good starts, but it's old hat. All of it's been said, done, and cried over before. You poetry uses little, if any, poetic devices and is dire need of them. This is an art form so make it into that! Make it worth reading and enjoying. This is you! You're life. You're experiences; not the reader's. Keep that in mind when you're writing, becasue we have NO clue how this same, boring thing that we all go through inpacted you as it does everyone differently. And that's the beauty of poetry; taking a cliche and making something amazing. You have to SHOW your reader what's happening by using imagery and metaphors and words invloving all of the senses to really give it that UMPH!

I'm not saying this either to make you stop, just to improve, so:: you're work sucks. Everyone's does when they first start. And like with drawing, you get critiqued and get better as you go on. I suggest reading more poetry than just Poe and Dickenson. Try new age poets to spice things up. Pay attention how they use diction and explain what's happening to them and around them. Look up poetic device websites (( I can give you some links)). Learn, Edit, Improve.