Starry
Well-known member
Okay, more than a few, and not very good I'm afraid...
Cliff Face
Clinging to a sheer cliff face
Scared of falling into the tumultuous river of anxiety below.
Fast paced ,
And wild.. Savagely, surging
Filling my head with its power as I watch it race
Through the valley.
Its loud roar deafening me.
A mist of bad memories surrounds
Me. Cold and damp, chilling me to the core. Entwining itself within my thoughts.
All around
Trapping me. Destroying me.
Though occasionally a beam of pleasant warm memories can be found.
For a short while until
The mist returns to me, to chill.
Out of reach is the summit.
Though with all my might I try to touch it. Hoping to end this nightmare scenario
Scared I’ll plummet
Into the cruel torrent below.
Yet terrified of what should await me if I make it.
What can I do?
If only I knew...
Panic Attack brought upon by going to the Doctors :
Knotted stomach:
Turning inside out and flipping over.
Feeling sick:
Contents of stomach rebelling against me.
Dry mouth:
Gasping for liquid to quench an unbearable thirst.
Room spinning:
Floor tipping to greet me, then falling away suddenly.
Hyperventilating:
Breathing fast in and out, need more air.
Rapid pulse:
Heart beating like the wings of a humming bird.
Shaking hands:
Vibrating to the rhythm of the stress flowing through me.
Must get out:
Get to safety,
Let me go.
Now!
Nightmare World
Stuck in a nightmare world.
Where bullies from my past still taunt me
Haunt me.
Along with all my current fears.
Close to tears.
I don’t know who I am.
I only know that tension fills me,
Kills me
In a metaphorical sense.
In a dense
And uncomfortable
Universe of fear
I only want someone near,
To tell me who I am,
That everything will be alright.
And to mean it.
Know it.
Make it.
So I can see it
Too
A couple of less stressed/anxious/miserable ones:
Breeze
Curtains Blowing in the breeze,
Moving with such fluid ease
As the gently flowing stream
Of a long forgotten dream.
But the wind does seek to under-
Mine the peace with roar like thunder
As it whips the curtain, frenzied
Violent blows, softness ended.
Then the fluid, silken motion
Like the warm summer ocean.
Does return unto each curtain
Leaving only one thing certain.
That fickle though the wind may be
'Tis nothing to humanity.
Who, though gentle may seem at first
Can erupt with a rage outburst!
Night
Billions of eyes looking down,
Cool, gently glowing light.
Luminaries all around,
On beautiful summer nights.
The moon bathes all in pure silver,
Ripples on the water.
I often look up at her.
To gaze in awe and wonder.
A warm, but gently blowing breeze
Is wrapping round my senses.
Softly rustling the trees,
Relaxing my defences.
A meteor shining brightly
Shooting Across the sky.
I see such beauty nightly.
And pleasure do derive.
Cliff Face
Clinging to a sheer cliff face
Scared of falling into the tumultuous river of anxiety below.
Fast paced ,
And wild.. Savagely, surging
Filling my head with its power as I watch it race
Through the valley.
Its loud roar deafening me.
A mist of bad memories surrounds
Me. Cold and damp, chilling me to the core. Entwining itself within my thoughts.
All around
Trapping me. Destroying me.
Though occasionally a beam of pleasant warm memories can be found.
For a short while until
The mist returns to me, to chill.
Out of reach is the summit.
Though with all my might I try to touch it. Hoping to end this nightmare scenario
Scared I’ll plummet
Into the cruel torrent below.
Yet terrified of what should await me if I make it.
What can I do?
If only I knew...
Panic Attack brought upon by going to the Doctors :
Knotted stomach:
Turning inside out and flipping over.
Feeling sick:
Contents of stomach rebelling against me.
Dry mouth:
Gasping for liquid to quench an unbearable thirst.
Room spinning:
Floor tipping to greet me, then falling away suddenly.
Hyperventilating:
Breathing fast in and out, need more air.
Rapid pulse:
Heart beating like the wings of a humming bird.
Shaking hands:
Vibrating to the rhythm of the stress flowing through me.
Must get out:
Get to safety,
Let me go.
Now!
Nightmare World
Stuck in a nightmare world.
Where bullies from my past still taunt me
Haunt me.
Along with all my current fears.
Close to tears.
I don’t know who I am.
I only know that tension fills me,
Kills me
In a metaphorical sense.
In a dense
And uncomfortable
Universe of fear
I only want someone near,
To tell me who I am,
That everything will be alright.
And to mean it.
Know it.
Make it.
So I can see it
Too
A couple of less stressed/anxious/miserable ones:
Breeze
Curtains Blowing in the breeze,
Moving with such fluid ease
As the gently flowing stream
Of a long forgotten dream.
But the wind does seek to under-
Mine the peace with roar like thunder
As it whips the curtain, frenzied
Violent blows, softness ended.
Then the fluid, silken motion
Like the warm summer ocean.
Does return unto each curtain
Leaving only one thing certain.
That fickle though the wind may be
'Tis nothing to humanity.
Who, though gentle may seem at first
Can erupt with a rage outburst!
Night
Billions of eyes looking down,
Cool, gently glowing light.
Luminaries all around,
On beautiful summer nights.
The moon bathes all in pure silver,
Ripples on the water.
I often look up at her.
To gaze in awe and wonder.
A warm, but gently blowing breeze
Is wrapping round my senses.
Softly rustling the trees,
Relaxing my defences.
A meteor shining brightly
Shooting Across the sky.
I see such beauty nightly.
And pleasure do derive.
Half of them were written at 4/5am when I couldn't sleep lol. :lol: (Hence why they're pretty bad I suppose)