Anxiety
Breathe inBreathe out
I gasp
Choking on my own stale breath
Breathe in
Breathe out
My mind blanks
Concentrate
Breathe in
Breathe out
I close my eyes
Count to ten
Breathe in
Breathe out
Forget it all
Anxiety
Anxiety
Breathe inThe true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
God's Favorite | 1 | 08/20/2009 |
Drowning, How Cliché... | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
Aphrodite | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
Anxiety | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
Alone | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
Almost Like Breathing | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
All Is Lost | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
Abandon | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
A Thousand | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
A Sympathetic Man? | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
A Step-Dad | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
A Single Touch | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
A New Light | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
A Lifetime Unknown | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
A Glimpse Into You | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
A Friend | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
A Dream Come True? | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
A Beat Apart | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
*The Word | 3 | 08/20/2009 |
(4) The Last Days - The Resurrection | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
(3) The Last Days - The Crucifixtion | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
(2) The Last Days - The Last Supper | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
(1) The Last Days - The Garden | 1 | 08/20/2009 |
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