Flower Anxiety Poems

Voices rush towards me all at once,
Which I've been contemplating about since months.
It's the frozen heart of mine, 
Which stops the other half of me...

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I enjoy the sparkle of rainbow colors and pretty sheen's
As my mind travels to worlds collected in many screens
It’s an escape from my anxiety and...

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in the manure,
  grows the flower
ever-sweet is the shower
  of rancid skunk juice
     that ferments mist the tower
a rodents...

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 I was filthy;
Yet he cleansed me 
He covered me with His pureness
 I was troubled seeking in the mind yet 
He covered me with...

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Four walls are enticing 
Can't get out of my own head 
Who is that figure in the mirror? 
The face that haunts me 
Nimble and...

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Watching people like it’s sport
Amber smile the winning sort
Lovely lips repeat a joke
Laughs on cue as you hope
Fuchsia fears hidden well
Looking for exit despite sitting...

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       EMPTINESS

                 ...

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When I was one and twenty
a moral with a twist ...

They say I am the key
that will unlock the cell
yet how can I get free
for...

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Hurting and wilting.

Silent.

Indifferent.

Boring and never moving.

I am a flower on a windowsill.

People are kind to me.

But I am lonely.

Because flowers don’t have friends....

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I'm not unmotivated,
It's just hard to feel excitement when the only side I've ever seen of it, 
Was a mauled reflection 

I'm not disheartened, 
It's...

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Blossoms of scarlet red 
A cash strapped student takes them for Valentine’s Day 
Flower bed 

His girlfriend’s here
He confesses, what will she say 
Such fear

Propose
Marry...

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I don’t want you to go
I want to be free from woe
Know I care for you though
Reap what you sow
Reap what you sow…

Sowing what I...

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Lesson?

I feel like class is in session, 

a list of pain, pride, ego, anxiety, and depression.

It’s a state of regression.

And those higher powers are messing...

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I burned your placemat.
A sunny yellow flower.
I used it at my desk.
It was ANOTHER thing I had ruined.
You emphasized ANOTHER.
Another thing I can't do right.
Another...

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The Busy Office

In the busy office, where the papers fly
And the typewriters clack their endless song
There is no room for beauty or for joy
But only...

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