Fear Stress Poems

If love was a book
It would be nothing but a messed up tell without
A happy ending locked away out of reach from
People (children) simply put...

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Even when my eyes sting too much to even peek,

I somehow still cannot seem to fall asleep

What is this evil force that keeps me wide...

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As i reported my stalker and identity thief 2002 to the FBI she began climbing into my window for poetry my grandfathers world war 11...

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The forest is a dark place.
Heavy going under the trees face
Faces of anguish and shear fear
The dog on top and being clear.

Not hiding away behind...

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Like a brick-by-brick castle unfolding. with scaffolding
Petals after petals of distress go on unfolding.
Feelings of hurt, ache, uncertainty, and anxiety
Like rust in iron, it pokes...

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I wonder if it's just me
The epitome of inadequacy
So dependent and incapable
Of doing just the ordinary

What is to everyone mundane
Skills ever so easy to attain
Seem...

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Did you ever stand on stage,
behind the big curtain.
Standing there peeking out from behind the curtain,
watching the audience looking at the stage.
Your knees are shaking,
your...

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When fear and stress
   overwhelm
I squeeze into the backroom 
   of my mind...
I slip away 
into the world of words

Words that...

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I didn't know him as a serial not exactly 
at least not at first even though I'd overheard 
the plotting of arson from a dim...

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Oh, how I dread the horrid sight
of that nasty slop, what a wretched plight.
Its stench invades my twitching nose
I turn away, but my nausea grows....

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Poem
  YOU BREAK MY WORLD

I gave you all 
I mean all, all that our bond required
I thought you were here to stay 
Not knowing...

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It had begun again the terrorist threats 
at first right at the height of my writers block 
leaving beautiful gems surfaced from my minds 
eye...

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And above the clouds there is no rain
And behind the mirror there is only cardboard 
Holding together the reflection of what you think you see...

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I felt like a book 
very tired old and worn out 
needing rest on shelf....

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ABORT ABORT
but Donaldson was already drifting
further and further away from us
the thickness of his suit decreasing 
as his courageous kindness
floated on within his demise 
and...

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