Anxiety l loathe you, yes loathe you l do
Uninvited , you invade my whole being
You serve me no purpose
When you get hold of me….there is no freeing
I never invited you in
I have told you continuously to leave me alone
Yet you do not listen
You still invade my whole being down to the bone
So, l reluctantly live with you
I do my best to keep you and your negativity at bay
I manage you , l cope with you
Though l know…..you are never far away
It feels like I'm dying, I can't survive this. I'm sinking with nervousness, I don't feel like this. I'm not this, I hate this, I hate me, get me out of here. I don't want to feel this, I'm worthless, I'm ugly, help me. My anxiety - it takes over me. It's the worst when, I can't explain, that I can't go there, I'm useless, I hate this. My anxiety. Help me. I'm getting there, it's stopped now. I can cope with this. I'll get there. I'll be ok. I'm fine now. I can breathe again.
Imagine if they really knew you…
What you are going through
What you actually feel
Pain
Imagine if they really knew you…
Imagine if you could see what people think about you.
What to change about yourself
Make people think good about you…
Imagine if you had one wish.
One wish that would fix everything
A wish that would help you overcome your fears
Imagine you had one wish…
Imagine if they knew what you wanted to do…
How much you hate yourself
And having to fake your smile
Imagine having a blade to hand…
What would you do?
Imagine how they would feel about you…
Imagine how they would cope with your death.
Imagine if everyone was equal…
No young girls would be committing suicide
No one would be faking their smile
No one would be depressed
Imagine if life was perfect
Imagine if dreams came true…
Imagine having one wish
A wish that would fix everything
A wish that would make people stop hating you
Imagine having one wish…
The mundane future
Gives hope to a dying past
Everyone tries to nurture
Something that just doesn’t last
Unwilling to lose hope
For a world ever too fast
Unable to cope with
Something that just doesn’t last
Over and over again
Time seems to have passed
Unaware of exactly when
It became something that just doesn’t last
While it may seem gloomy
It was never meant to be vast
Time was always
Something that just doesn’t last
Love emerges from nowhere’s
Ignoring boundaries and background
Still try to cope with new environment
With abundant hope
Well, its heart choice
You need to console yourself
Still some night feels like nightmare
You just need to stay cheerful
Once strong proactive girl
Fell in love with the man
Even with plenty differences
She hugs him tight
Don’t know where the future goes
They married keeping it quite
Once aggressive man
Change himself and became calmer
Once silly girl
Change herself into strong character
Sometimes they fight but they fix
Their love is like a thread
Any misunderstanding can break
But they ties their love everyday
It’s a different feeling
Falling in love with person
Opposite to everything
But it’s enjoyable
You will get to learn enormous things
How to cope with shams without unveiling their pretences
As their masks of honesty don’t hide their real faces?
They keep feigning virtue and innocence.
But their humbug can’t gain our credence.
They can easily stab us in the back.
And change everything from white to black.
To push us out of the track
And put us on the rack.
Aims are achieved through conspiracy.
Promises are broken through inconstancy.
All is insincerity, deceit and fallacy.
Shame on fakes, symbols of hypocrisy!
Cowards are those who resort to violence.
And cowards are those who hide behind silence.
Violence seekers try to conceal a complex.
And want to show off how their muscles flex.
Silence embracers try to cope with a weakness.
And live in unfathomable bleakness.
Why don’t people act humbly and sensibly
So that others keep their dignity and live happily?
Why do they have to disguise their flaws with arrogance?
And why do the aggressed show a lot of patience?
Both parties are to blame for their cowardice
If not treated respectfully, people should act with competence.
Being strong yet comic,
Won't help you keep fit...
Being economic;
Won't help cope with .
Being ebony black,
Won't capture her eyes...
Been so spark to knack;
Won't nail her disguise.
Being at bed's might, whole!
Won't touch the flesh's lust...
Been connected soul,
Won't have her adjust.
Either rich or poor—
Women cheat amour...
When I so look back upon my past life,
How awful experience helps me being tough
To cope with strange vibes cum uneasy strife...
Just like an impossible dream so rough.
I look forward to making a promise;
So useless to reasoning as of moment-
Reminiscing can't help but tag Thomas:
Of bruises, scars and fright's concomitant
That appears funny enough to believe,
But do not have the chance to aid proofs' votes
Or most bluntly, dates imprints to retrieve...
When none of memories are handy in notes.
The distance of truth to lie is being you,
Yet as wide as living off interest's shows...
Because life looks dangerous to handle new,
Makes such distance as close as a repose.
Remembering the Enemy
Should we trust memories?
a product of a wish, that didn't happen
During World war2 my mother couldn't cope
cope with three children, and since I was
The youngest, who looked like most people, was sent
to a farm to survive
The farm was near a German garrison, and I was
going in and out there like it was a playground
In the house I lived in, several officers were bil
And often in the evening, there comes together
of Norwegian and Germans
Hard times came when the garrison and its crew
fled, and one morning, soldiers in odd uniforms
stood in the courtyard, arrests were made to
My bewilderment, and there was no time to say
Goodbye to my girlfriend Anna
From a pleasant life to stark poverty took only
a few hours, and remember standing near the
local police station, where angry men came
dragging women, demanding their hair shorn.
When I told my mother that the Germans
They were much nicer than the men dressed in
Unfitting uniforms and carrying guns were.
She told me not to mention that again because
The Germans were our enemy
Sending a consistent comfort mail
Does that mean she will cope with the nail?
And stop wondering from whence things went wrong
She always want some
Even if just a daughter and a son
Won't it be nice to sing children a song?
It became a boom
But wish it soon turns a boon
Aren't that enough to put a stop to booing?
It appears an unreal dream
After winning her bean
Will she continue without making a being?
She has a wonderful womb
That could fertilize to born
Isn't that the best way to live long?
To those that are keeping strong in faith
May God answers your spell breath
To live the change cum death
Life is a true and pure blessing
Yet, it comes with trials and tribulations
Weighing down heavy on human beings
Struggling to cope with life’s difficult situations
We share this earth with many a soul
In that we have no input , no say
We attempt to surround ourselves with the humans we like best
Try to keep certain individuals at bay
Sadly, we share our planet with some inhumane beings
‘The Unhinged’….the soulless who walk this earth
The ones who view life through blackened eyes
With a black heart and soul that knows no worth
Humans who incite and kill without conscience
Deriving pleasure solely from others pain
Void of remorse, compassion, empathy
Evil like blood…. flows through their veins
The Unhinged are not visibly recognisable
They do not look any particular way
We can only hope and pray that we never cross paths
With The Unhinged on any given day
Zero and one
It's either fear or loyalty
None or all
Unless you don't smell
You should be able to spell
Forget probability
There isn't a chance of half
All have got to take it a turn
Take it or leave it
Everyone is good living for one
Those who fake it
Never come with a gain
They all end up with sparkling vain
For the cruels
Are the easy scary dwells
And of those that are kind
Each got a peaceful mind
But while the enemy of my enemy
Has become my friend
And who is that?
God
Am gonna cope with the irony of life
Which per chance cum treats of genuine love
Like a seeming old imaginary bold story
Life is binary!
Give the people in the world
A chance to embrace peace
Give the people in the world
A chance to make friends
Give the people in the world
A chance for a better education
So it can help them to get
A better paying job
Give the people in the world
A chance for them to love each other
Give a chance for the people in the world to pray
Give a chance for the people in the world to learn
To be happy
Give a chance for the people in the world to learn
To eat healthy
And to learn to take better care of their health
Give a chance for the people in the world to learn how to relax
And to learn how to cope with there anger
How much proof is enough?
How much would it take?
Are the subtle signs enough?
Would you notice them; if they came?
Have you met with synchronicity?
(Grace... is her last name)
Would physical proof be too much,
to cope with, for your brain?
Would you tell the world about it,
hoping that it's going to change?
Would you shout it from the hilltops,
or pretend it never came?
Would you keep it to your self?
Could you ever quite explain?
Would you want to if you could?
Knowing they wont feel the same;
Would they think you're going crazy?
Are you lonely in that place?
Did you search around for others?
Did you find them? Or their names?
Did you put it down to coincidence?
or problems with your brain?
Was the big red pill too scary?
Was the blue pill swallowed again?
Have you left the door half open?
Or have you closed it all the way?
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