You read all my personal emails
You listen to my calls.
Tracking where I go with your phone
Secret cameras on the walls.
You ask me who I have talked too
and exactly where I have been.
You blame me for the arguments
And say I am being mean.
You say that I need you and get me to agree
I am sorry I am hurting you and you need to punish me.
You have made me a nervous wreck
And I am living a hole
How did I not realise this thing you do
Is Call cohesive abusing control.
Time is free,
Most waste it away.
Unaware of it,
All night and all day.
Time is valuable, we treat it
like it's worthless.
As you age,
Time, I wish I could purchase.
Time passes slowly,
But it goes by really fast.
The older you become the
More you live in the past.
Time can linger in the moments,
Gone the next.
It can bring enlightenment or
Leave you a nervous wreck.
Time is a special gift, yet we
Take it for granted.
It can whisk you off
To the land of enchanted.
Time can pass you by, but you
Can't change it.
There are times you will
Try to rearrange it.
Time can bring many memories,
Yet, it allows a bad dream.
It can be an ally, or let
You blow off steam.
Time can be an enemy
Or a friend.
It can hold you back or,
Smack you on the rear-end.
Time is constant,
It never sleeps.
It can calm you,
And give you the creeps.
Time that is lost,
Can never be found.
Always present and
Eternity bound.
Turbo1904?
Ever consider the monotony of the pursuit of happiness the act of true lunacy of attempting to obtain the obtainable.
Yet here we are spending our days anxiety written and a nervous wreck trying to achieve a smile upon our face and the faces that surround us as if it really even matters in the end. No one wants to truly admit that at the end of this roller coaster we're simply a memory awaiting forgetfulness in the minds of those we hope remember us from time to time
Sad truth of the matter is we yearn for love closeness companionship yet our human nature tends to only focus on the negative aspect of this life thoughts emotions reactions situations and predicaments.. unconsciously dictating our everydays. The depression of this dying world is evident i invisible yet physically fell similar to the atmosphere thick almost layers of coat over your skin when you step outside.
Oblivious we all are like cattle standing in line for the slaughter happily conversating amongst each other never realizing what's at the end of the road.
It is true I am a Madman! -Pick a line from a book and write a poem based on that line, NaPoWrMo
It is true I am a Madman!
TRUE! —nervous—very, very dreadfully
nervous I had been and am but why will you
say that I am mad?
From the Tell-Tale Heart
Yes, I am a nervous wreck
Ever since that day
When I went for a run
Almost died when I fell
And had 14 operations
Battling a mutant staph infection
That almost killed me
And yes, I am still mad
In a way
Madly in love
With the love of my life
To that crime
I gladly confess
Siren on the rocks
wearing a see through veil
your irresistible, I’ve been following your beguiling trail
Siren by the cliff
I’m blinded by your voice
a tongue so beautiful at last I now rejoice
Siren on the shore
I’m drowning can’t you see
please dance one last time,
dance on top of me
A ship wreck
a nervous wreck
I wanted to be seduced, what the heck
Tired of the sea, bored to death
clinging to a drop of water, I sink into the depths
A prosaic life finessed within a brick
harnessed between mortar, propped up by sticks
Merely hanging on, nothing ever happened
on the level, plodding along, grinding to a halt
Foundation was never solid, it’s my own stupid fault
Damn this withered earth, going around in circles
following a ball of fire, how basic life denies, I don’t care anymore
Dance on me siren, trample me as I die
That song you sing, I’ve heard it once before
chanting incantations, swaying to and fro
Reassuring me, if I ever had a doubt
life was meaningless, up until now
that song her song is beautiful
Yes I remember it somehow
never again shall I forget
as she tramples me to death
By
David Kavanagh
Whistling through the air
Without a care
Flying with the breeze
Always at ease
Sliding and gliding
But the wind is subsiding
Dropping you at a high velocity
Shaken and jolted with unknown ferocity
Dropping onto the cold hard ground
To the earth you are forever bound
The comfort of the wind never returns
But you have other concerns
Death is breathing down your neck
Making you a nervous wreck
Soon you fade into your mother
And feed the life of another
Reborn into the being
New sights, you are seeing
The sky so blue
You wish to view
Drifting and lifting into the miraculous space
Twirling and swirling at your own pace
When suddenly it happens
The mothers grip on you slackens
And once again
You glide and slide past women and men
Free of the burden that once controlled you
Free in your own heaven , The vast blue
My own gypsy roaming in countless hemispheres
A painter who splashes emotions of life’s tones
Maybe a lightkeeper flaming a child’s wonder
Also, a bookworm awed by enigmatic anti-heroes
My siblings’ event planner for grand occasions
Yes, a film buff loading adrenalin at plot’s turn
This off-key singer come open mic time
An insolent activist when values are compromised
My kin’s nervous wreck... afraid of heights
A non-stop dancer jigging even on tabletops!
Indeed, an angel card reader faking psychic powers
A believer of joy based on destiny number 7
The female version of Pan trapped in child-like whims
An incurable romantic who dreads goodbyes
This poet draining the marrow of a parched pen
A meditation/ yoga soul grounded in nothingness
Thus, one pilgrim in search of my higher self’s grail
~ In my roller-coaster, charmed world, I am still
finding parts of myself that thirst to be known.
I AM Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
5/11/2020
Your presence echos
In the shadows of doubt
Living has lost its light-
Unable to catch my breath
I retreat
I surrender
It doesn’t make sense
And life keeps going-
Faster it seems
And as the tsunami hits-
You relive it again
I now hate hospitals
I did before
But now it’s confirmed
It doesn’t matter if it was fate
Or timing-
I still hate them
And the memory they bring
It’s scraped into my brain
With a dull knife
I never knew you could feel pain from your head to your toes
Never really able to catch your breath
But you move on-
You have to
And there’s moments of joy with habitual smiles
Under a nervous wreck-
A volcano
Ready to erupt at any moment
Any thought
Any spiral.
If only one more day
If only the promise of one more conversation
Some sort of closure
Anything to fill this empty void
A loss star trapped in a black hole
Two people in the front seat
Both are drivers of the car
They are husband and wife
In the back seat a passenger
They are going for a country ride
As the driver travels on the road
He is very watchful for the signs
Being careful as he drives
He is a cautious driver
Obeying all the signs he sees
Now the person beside him
Begins "Your going too fast"
"Slow down!"" i can not see
the scenery"
"Don't drive on the shoulder"
"here comes the wild turkeys-"don't hurt them"
"Dear you missed the stop sign"
"Why did we hit a bump?"
"Did you not see it"?
The passenger in the back seat
Is a nervous wreck
The passenger wonders
Why the side seat driver
Will not drive the car instead
The back seat passenger
Now a nervous wreck
Grow Up.
Oh why oh why
Did we have to grow up?
I was happy as Larry
And a pig in muck
When I was just a baby
Everyone would stop and smile
And say things like ‘’oh isn’t he cute’’
But now I’ve grown up
I no longer get the attention
Because I grew up to be an ugly brute
We got breastfed as a kid
And if you’ve never been Breastfed
You haven’t lived
When we were kids on the Common
We’d play on the rec
But now I’ve grown up
I’m just a nervous wreck
I used to wear my sisters hand me down knickers
None were mine
But now I wear women's knickers and things
All the time
And Xmas stockings not just for Xmas but
All year round
Of course, we were naughty
And promised each other not to tell
But I’m writing now
From my prison cell
Far gone are the nice messages and presents
You got when not well
Now I get no presents
But plenty of messages
Like‘’Burn in hell’’
Yes it’s no fun growing up
But I much rather be
Just a pup.
‘’Well if you can’t beat em
Join em’’
‘’Does my bum look big in this?’’.
Peter Dome©2019.
Night Noises
By: Tom Wright
1/8/99
Reverberations,
of a summer's night.
A lawnmower overhead,
or that of an ultra light?
Booming bass woofers,
from a cruising car.
With It's ground shaking sound,
I wonder, can it be far?
A barking dog,
Probably something up a tree.
A neighborhood cat perhaps,
should I go see?
An ambulance,
screaming, from down the block.
As I count twelve strikes,
on our grandfather clock.
A backfiring car I hear,
or maybe a gun.
I've only two hours,
before the rising sun.
From the lack of sleep,
I'm a nervous wreck.
Shall I go to work?
awh what the heck.
Limelight
Once I had to go on stage
reading my poetry, I was a nervous wreck
but when up there bathed in light
that shone just for me I was in my element.
Each poet had read three poems, but I was unstoppable
until the arranger of the festival dragged off stage.
The audience consisted of 50 people who are not
who are not afraid of a poetry reading.
I was afire and wanted to read poetry everywhere
but my wife got me to go to bed before the fool
in me took over.
I struggle with you
On and off daily
Perplexed
Moment by moment
You cause me grief
Tugging at my heart strings
Wrecking my mind
Battles with my thoughts
Leaving me feeling weak, confused
A nervous wreck
I struggle to free myself
To free my mind, my heart, my soul
To walk away from your tight grip
Squeezing my life out
But still, you hold on to me
Holding on, keeping me bound, trapped
But I will not stop fighting
Fighting to break free
Released from your grip
Released to breath again
Released to new found energy
No more
Anxiety
No more
I am free...
She had been Mrs. Gallopi for twenty years
many times the name itself causing her tears
she knew Frank her husband was a mafia mercenary
landing many foes of his in the cemetery
She explained what had happened that fateful day
how Frank pulled a gun out of his pocket without delay
but the intruder drew first and shot him in the chest
while she hid in the bedroom closet a nervous wreck
Peeking out she had watched the whole drama unfold
and when it was safe ran to Frank whose flesh was cold
immediately she called 911 and the cops had arrived
explaining tearfully to them how she had survived
She told them she knew who the intruder was
and that he held against Frank a murderous grudge
so with that a US Marshall introduced himself
explaining that with mafia cases he always dealt
Going into the witness protection program right away
she had to abandon her identity and find another place to stay
orientation began and she gradually adjusted to her new life
no longer Mrs. Gallopi, a loyal mobsters wife.
6-13-18
I'm a nervous wreck when my anxiety makes its presence known
It swallows me whole; my happiness a sinking stone
I want to rise above my insecurities, soar above my flaws, float weightlessly over my obstacles and have confidence I won't fall.
Why can't I just face this anxiousness? Why can't I just be strong?
I want to rediscover my own strengths and find courage to carry on.
Am I even in control of my thought process? I feel like a prisoner in my own head.
Please understand this is something I can't control ; I'd rather be fearless instead.
I see you all with your head's held high while mine faces towards the ground.
I feel beat down; defeated. Anxiety has won this round.
I cannot help my perception is lacking because I'm so lost within my head.I'm calling out for help but can't seem to shake this dread.
I'm begging you anxiety do this one thing for me.
Release my mind and set me free.
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