anxiety speaks


anxiety speaks

good mourning its me...
im here to ruin your day

i kind of picked at you last night
but i thought that i just might
let you take alittle time
before i really dug in
so here i am...

so what i would actually like to do
is really fucking pester you
try to squeeze my way in
just below the skin


come on you know how to play this game
you know that the rules don't ever change
and when we dance i always lead
thats just the way it is with me

so as we start i would like to say
in the end you'll be ok
as for now its going suck
but i will enjoy this so very much

i know you know what to expect
but it wont change the effect
across your chest you'll feel that burn
the one that always causes concern
and when your palms begins to sweat
you'll feel me swimming through your head
its all the same as its been before
and all the things you know for sure
the longer it goes the worse it gets
my god i love to make you sweat

so as your heart begins to race
beating at a rapid pace
and when it harder to catch your breath
you'll start to gasp for all you can get
youll feel that taste upon your tongue
as you start to come undone
maybe your throat will start to close
making it hard for you to swallow
all the while the insenstent burn
ever growing with concern

without further ado i will begin
to manipulate you once again sorry what'd you say? already underway?
i thought that maybe you just might
put of some sort of fight
try to push against me to
and not let me get to you
but i guess its all the same
you've made it too easy to play this game
so i guess ill just say
i hope you have a wonderful day









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earthly commented on anxiety speaks


Anxiety can truly eat at you and where you down-I like the realness of this poem-Anxiety almost cripples me at times-take a deeeeeeep breath and hope it passes-Namaste...Earthly



i have terrible bouts with my anxiety... i tried with this to capture the feeling... thanks for the comment

susanismith commented on anxiety speaks


I liked how you gave the emotion control of living traits as if it was a person who walks among us... you described anxiety to its fullest. Great descriptive work.



thanks again for commenting

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Dano’s Poems (150)

Title Comments
Title Comments
from an angels view 19
searching the darkness 10
a letter from santa 14
thanksgiving (acrostic) 12
the depth of... 11
ive wished 7
absentee 12
this is... 13
a journey into the dark 7
the cold of november 14
your voice 12
the yin to the yang 14
twisted 9
autumn 14
i think it happened again 11
luna~tic 19
the darkness 13
a blinding eclipse 16
the universe... 18
the wind of sorrow 14
my sorrow weeps 16
where but the dark... 12
immortal kiss 47
in a darkened room 17
our mother 7
within these flames 12
nocturnal (acrostic) classic rock 7
behind wrought iron bars 25
what i write (part 2) 8
today 17
the world in grey 6
the reality of... 5
in the shadow of a mountain 6
nothing will ever be the same 10
of cemetary dreams (and nightmare scapes) 12
next to a bed... 18
but... 15
at a funeral 12
seventeen (acrostic) 11
the fortunate one(s) 7
what did i do... 24
ashes to dust 45
dancing in the moonlight 14
disempowering the pain 14
the butterfly 10
what i write 14
sorry (i killed the after glow) 11
the humidity rises (an erotic tale) 9
pieces of light 8
the sad pumpkin &... 9
my face 12
for a long time... 14
(an explination of) distractions 6
tell me... 6
the charelston cookie tin 9
silent self destruction 8
exposed 13
the means of the day (a true valentines poem) 2
a poem about nothing... 8
blood bleeds black 7
dissecting myself 3
i will be just fine 3
the stacking of bricks 3
the complexities of depression... 4
spirits & ghosts 3
**random chaos** 2
bloodlust 3
...somethings missing... 2
15 years... 3
beauty sleeps entombed (parts 1 & 2) 3
**untitled** 2
the overstuffed closet 3
the candy dish 2
anxiety speaks 2
**untitled** 2
myself and the light 6
the fog 2
fire and tears 3
cerebral meltdown 3
sometimes i wish... 1
drawing strength from a starr... 2
**untitled** 1
the flower garden 3
nature... 1
reaching out 2
the dark and the light... 1
the insistent demon 2
sorry... 3
forgive me lover... (parts 1 & 2) 2
im so sorry... 3
**no title... just random thoughts** 1
to eternity... 2
winter wind whips... 1
tired 2
lucid dream 1
the rains came... 2
the mourning light 1
another jagged pill 1
i just cant... 1
burning within 4
inside of me 1
projected pain 1
the night... the dakness & the truth? 1
panic 2
the mourning fog 1
when the fires burn 1
through the night 1
shadow casts 0
a mournful rain 1
i cant protect me 2
my comfort place 0
an echo shifts 1
the monster 2
welcome to my life 0
the past is alive... 1
... 1
standing on the edge 2
my smile... 1
anxiety 2
my reality 0
another view... 0
untitled... 0
jagged pill 2
in the dark 1
what to do 1
how can i... 1
life... 3
a crust of pain 1
keeping me weak... 2
my dark world 3
another night of wondering 2
in the attic 4
i hold most dear 2
the me inside of me 2
another day 1
dreamed in a dream 2
a year in the life (dealing with death) 1
i look... 1
where my secrets are kept 1
a mouthful of words 2
i will not fear (when my eyes are blind) 2
i am aware (i'm already dead) 7
standing in the silence of my own shadow... 3
a blinding dark 1
growing pain 3
the longest of nights 5
... 7