Funny Anxiety Poems | Examples
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We fear the government spies in the dead of night,
So we buy a wiretap to adjust the light.
We panic over microchips implanted in the skin,
While carrying a tracker where the scrolling begins.
There is no need for a fly on the wall to watch the show,
When we livestream our breakfast so the advertisers know.
I'm in a room where everyone is pouting on a Mask but I don't fit in because I'm not covering myself with one so everyone hates me for being real what they don't know is that the are too many different spirits in me. A personalty is constantly shifting. I'm the most Hamble but acts differently the next minute. As I move round, in and out of different rooms with each having masked faces i stumbled across one with out a Mask and I thought I found the one a soul mate just didn't know she was my cell mate she wore a the most perfect mask that you can't see with your naked eyes she was the Masked malice by the time I found out it was to late cos she had already stabed me in the back the moment I turned she had a bow with an arrow on fire pointing straight to my heart . It's funny cos I still thought she was playing even after the stabe in the back I still felt her now she has an arrow pointing at my heart but I smile and made the wrong move that is when the arrow pissed through the heart. At the moment of death i saw that angel I feel in love with but that was just a glimpse with the eye of death i saw through her and realised it was just Masked malice that I feel into
My life was saved by ruining the the life I loved
What price to pay, although I would save a stranger without a second thought
Seems strange to consider the love I had may never have been for me at all; What better way to know myself, without ever knowing at all.
That platform of sorrow and sighs,
The scale that so blatantly lies,
I think it takes glee
In laughing at me,
"Your diet has too many pies."
Lyrics By JT Curtis
I Wish I Had A Wish
I wish I had the time
to write a little verse
making it a song
not short or very long
for better or for worse
But it probably wouldn't rhyme
I wish I had some money
Now, that would be a laugh
Growing from a tree
falling down, around on me
The Taxman would take half
Now,that's not even funny
I wish I had a friend
joining me to the finish
to take my hand when I've fallen
and come running as I'm calling
But in time, it would diminish
And I'm sure that it would end
Oh, I wish I had a wife
it would be a happy time
we could sit and talk for hours
see the world, and make it ours
But then the final crime
One of us, must loose our life
Oh, I wish I had a wish
I would put it on a plate
and serve it up to you
to see what you would do
something simple, something great
Or just leave it on the dish
All that
remains
of our
love
is a faded Polaroid,
a carton of cigarettes,
and two cases of beer.
I'll forget you soon,
but for now,
I'm cracking open
another one—
let's hope these
memories
blur!
The moralists, twenty and two,
Know not what is like to ensue,
When, grasping but smidgeons,
They act as if pigeons;
They’ll probably hate me when through.
Escaping this bubble
An impossible dream
Like counting every drop of water
That swims through the sea
All hope is lost here
All sense of time
I drown in my desires and fears
I can’t bring myself to life
All I can do is sit here and write
But I don’t know what to say
So I just sit here for awhile
Until it finally pours out on the page
But the words are never going to be enough
Because I’m always looking for a change
Never satisfied with my own being
Looking for the meaning in other’s lives, so fleeting.
Instead of getting up to live my own
Escaping this bubble
But when I leave I can’t breathe
I want to take my heart out of my chest
And put it away for safe keeping,
Because the way that it beats is too much to bear
Funny because I tell myself that I don’t really care.
A light is found here,
A bittersweet Hail Mary.
The emotions in the air
Bring me to my knees,
Thanking God for feelings.?
Pause and pull over
To get funny wildflowers from their roots
Let your hair down and dance in the rain
With your butterfly-covered boots
Let your mind wander as you sleep
And get lost in the twinkling tent up above
Remember to laugh and roll the windows down
Being real and present with how you love
Sing out loud and be silly
Never say goodbye to your inner child
Pick up the phone and talk to those dear
Not living in the regret of wishing you had just dialed
Immerse yourself in the unknown
With the Lord by your side
Facing fears and embracing your failures
With confidence knowing you tried
Live moment by moment
Let your dreams soar on high
Learning to be still and at peace
Hearing the breath of your own sigh.
I could be your clown
if you wanted me to be
tell you a joke on a rainy day
Id do anything for a laugh
Jump up and down
make funny faces
Tell you Nursery rhymes in Spring
Build you a Snowman in Winter
Id even swing on the washing line
I could be your best friend
Life is sad
Its too staggered
like butterflies wings
in air turbulence
it is too grievous
Contorting himself like a ball
He rolled all the way to the wall.
When asked as to why,
He’d simply reply,
“In moving this way, I won’t fall.”
Collecting all manner of things,
From battered old derbies to rings,
He still couldn’t find,
It stayed on his mind,
A three-legged scarecrow that sings.
What the birds know today is that I am not there
Funny as it may seem, those birds and I have something in common
We are always looking for something,
What puzzles me the most is when I put out food
They appear from nowhere, chirping and calling for others
To come to share the food.
They are fascinating creatures,
I think I have hyped them too much by feeding them a lot of sugar:
However, I loved how they picked the leftovers.
And in a nanosecond, the food was gone.
I am back in the cold once again,
I truly missed those birds outside my door,
They do not need to migrate south.
And most of all they don’t have to select
Or regret voting for a president
In their defense, each of them appears to be a leader.
Who leads Birds of a Feather?
My brain hurts.
In sync.
With itself.
I could be…
Inside.
With no windows.
But they give me a window anyway.
My heart sits.
When I am screaming.
But also not doing anything.
I wish that,
I could knock over the glass vase.
That is silent as me.
My arms are weak.
I can’t give myself a push.
On the swing.
That promises to come back to me.
But it is too tiring for now.
Your
Brain hurts for no reason.
The reasons you force yourself to cry about.
Are not funny.
But you are.
Your heart sits patiently.
Seemingly not doing much.
The silence.
Is a whirling, unique silence.
Your arms are weak…
From doing push ups.
There are no enemies.
Just the carpeted floor with a mat on it.
There are no enemies.
Just you.
Preparing a most daring dare,
Of pinning a tail to a bear,
He just couldn’t choose
Which tail type to use,
And thought best to leave matters there.