Short Panic Attacks Poems
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Every poem holds in itself,
creeps, panic attacks...
Spasms of surprises
doubtful ecstasy...
Rope poem, a little bit,
deciphers signs...
Erasing silences,
exalting the sweet of
acid of life...
a poem is for everyone
who conceive it... reader
and poet on an equal footing... !
Every poem keeps in itself
chills, panic attacks,
spasms of surprise and ecstasy
divine...
Every poem is almost scripted
to decipher signs by erasing
the silence and revealing mysteries...
The poem exalts the salt and the sweet
of life... belongs to everyone,
those who write and those who read it... !
Chasing wild stallions
Taming the beasts
Was her goal, so it seems
In her dreams
Running after them
They, who can’t be tamed
She, who can’t win
Chasing wild stallions
Taming bucking steads
Enormous goals that are bittersweet
Leave now, while your mind is intact
For' tomorrow your heart surely suffers from panic attacks
Tick.
Rattling in my brain,
Tick.
I—
Tick.
Tick.
Can’t imagine you’re pain,
I too—
Tick.
Tick!
Once felt that way,
Did you ever—
Tick!
Tick!
Try those breathing exercises?
I heard they—
TICK.
Gasp!
TICK.
Stop panic attacks on the horizon,
No well—
TICK.
GASP.
TICK TICK TICK TICK!
Maybe you’re faking it.
they spoke about him in whispers
I did not catch the disease the first time
what is it?
kakorrhaphiophobia
what is that?
fear of failure
don’t we all have that?
not to his degree
He has panic attacks and is thrown into flight or fight mode
on a daily basis
can he work?
no, he can barely function
what causes this?
parents who did everything for him
never letting him do one thing for himself.
I wonder why it started
Alcoholism, depression, and panic attacks
But It all makes sense once I trace it all back
Far away on an ancient peninsula
We thought we were superior,
Acted like Caligula,
Drunk I would piss on the mounds
Knowing now I’m Cursed, For desecrating their sacred grounds
Touched by darkness
Never to be the same
The rest of my life
Living in fear and shame.
The ghost that stayed with me,
Never again will I be free.
JEV
When journalism fails to deliver the facts,
And no longer apologies for shameful acts,
Constantly ending up on the wrong tracks,
Failing to prevent shark attracts,
On those who suffer from panic attacks,
More interested in becoming political hacks,
Papering over the cracks,
And roasting words on racks,
All to fill the owners money sacks,
Is it not time we turned our backs,
And return to our shacks,
To give our children what journalism lacks.
Confessions of a broken heart.
In the quit of the dark
The stillness the running of thoughts
The struggle to find clarity
In an environment built upon disparity
Rumors lies dishonorable acts
Fill the mind like panic attacks
At a crossroads a mental impass
Emotionally still attached
Direction to go is at a lack
Physically feel completely detached
As if in mourning someone who hasn't even passed
Hope remains for a second chance
For a love that doesn't freelance
Worse than being homeless,
Living where it's a home "less."
The panic attacks and numbness,
It started where she wanted love to be.
The whole world crushes, and nowhere to go,
The place she thought would bring her peace.
Now it becomes hell, more like a prison.
Leave, run, and disappear,
Faster, but not so slow.
In hopes of being called and loved,
You're foolish to trust when you know what comes.
If it's not love, there's no need to stay,
It'll consume your soul away.