Nightmares

I hope you never have to
feel the weight of wrists dug deep
into a freshly polished bed of nails.
I hope you never have to
breathe through a chest filled with concrete,
a saddened struggle between its cracks.
I hope you never have to
dance with the devil
to the fast-paced drum of your own heartbeat.
I hope you never have to
swim through your sweat
to find a place to sleep without the fear
of suffocating to make it there.

The Only Thing I Knew

I used to leave the window down on road trips
because I was scared of the silence
whenever the music quieted.
Scared of the runaway thoughts
hitchhiking along the highway
in my mind,
thumbs poised and ready
to jump at the first chance of an open door.
I was scared of the semi-trucks
looming over something so small,
so breakable,
when I could not hear them approaching.
I used to leave the window down on road trips
because I feared the quiet
might never leave.
And now that it’s gone,
I sometimes miss
knowing the only way to smother it,
is to make a sound.


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Anxious Comfort

I’m screaming in the ocean,
letting the salt corrode the words
off my tongue,
and spiral into small bubbles
that leaves you with only the sound
of a faint whisper breaking the surface.
I breathe in with the intent
to fill the empty pockets that my lungs
were not strong enough
to give you the air you needed.
I tried to give you these words
but was muffled by the weight
of suffocating in the silence
that hugged me
when no one else could.


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Patterns

One..Two…Three..
I count my breaths like the memories,
the fog pressing weight into my lungs,
and let the clouds rain through the windows.
My soul is distorted in the flooding,
puddles collecting at my feet.
I play this numbers game until
my mind forgets the images,
and replaces them with the programming
of ones and zeros,
and water becomes nothing more
than a thinner in my veins.


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Sonnet: High School

*I dislike structured poetry, but a friend needed help writing a sonnet for a school project, and this is what the outcome was*

A spirit in the crowded hallways,
drifting through their unfazed bodies,
having nothing but a thought to say,
I’m the silent ghost of those unseen.

I carry anxiety in my backpack,
quietly feeding my insecurities,
lips sewn shut, inner voices attack,
while I think of the worst possibilities.

Feeling vulnerable without a distraction,
sensing their blind eyes watching me,
considering an evacuation
from their muted whispers that won’t let me be.

This is the place where social anxiety
likes to feed on my entire being.


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Anxiety: Attacking My Weather Patterns

*It took a lot of contemplation before deciding to post this, I almost didn’t, but I feel one of my readers can relate to it, so here it is, more specifically to tell them I understand*

The heat floods my veins,
weighs down my bones,
and soaks my skin in gasoline.
My thoughts light the match,
and my chest drains of air,
while my hands tingle in this cold.
My mind and body at war,
each grasping for oxygen
through the pain in the spiraling climate changes.


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