Pressure to perform no pleasure or conform sure, my soul’s a storm in every heated prickle of my skin, the thoughts swirling up my brain (like this thought (and this thought too ( this thought (and this thought too( PARENTHESES BREAK))) psychoanalyze the direction my iris flies can’t escape the way my gaze slides downContinue reading “Testing Anxiety”
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Frage Stight
Maneuver a bull on the stage, lime lights seeing red read your lines in a dizzy haze black out cue the narrator: the popsicle obstacle went on a journey in this journal, where Brother Blood meets Mother Mud is when Jose complains no way he’ll crochet, sodadoughs are almost palindromic but yikes the lemon lightContinue reading “Frage Stight”
Anxiety’s got its boot to the neck
As much as I demand it let up, anxiety keeps its boot to my throat, leaving me crevices to breathe while all my instincts shout get out get out, get up run before each smiling stranger hiding fangs (so hungry) finishes the job– mustn’t let anyone see me this way, I’m, yeah, I’m okay ((anContinue reading “Anxiety’s got its boot to the neck”
Prometheus/Persephone
They say a relationship won’t save you, but I am still a social animal, falling prey to silly things like a need for validation
But Don’t Worry/Entropic
I imbued the trees with normatropism even though it took several years with Earth’s scarce magic to work out the summoning rings to make brains out of tree sap
When the People Pleaser Plays Pretend
Maybe I could bring up a topic I like Maybe I could disagree just one time Maybe I could suggest I’m right when I know I am Maybe I could quit smiling when I don’t feel so glad Maybe I could say no when I don’t want to — There’s a compulsive people pleaser burrowedContinue reading “When the People Pleaser Plays Pretend”
Productivity, Toxic
Productivity induces anxiety, like, you are a machine, so you are worth something when you produce, you are a train, chugging for the change, you’re a factory, a battery, an engine, when you produce more, you make more, you are more, if you’re idling you’re wasting gasoline, if you’re not creating, you’re a canvas withoutContinue reading “Productivity, Toxic”
Letters for when the Love Lies
Let’s begin with the cure: I am consciously aware that what my thoughts tell me are not the truth. But sometimes they creep in insidiously, a mosquito’s sickle tooth,
In the Barrow Den
They gnaw not the bones of marrow, for the wolves run tomorrow. Knot the knobs of Nottingham with red tape, the full moon’s crimson tonight and the werewolves are stalking out of spite royal delicacies rich royals on knees too weak to flee– gnaw not at the knots of fraying nerves, they won’t save you,Continue reading “In the Barrow Den”
Take a Comment for Anxiety
I really liked your poem. This post was super insightful. That sounds like a super fun time you had with your family. *backspace backspace backspace* Okay, so those were terrible, we’re not doing any of those, no, we’re going with “this post means a lot to me.” *Backspace* periods convey frustration and anger So don’tContinue reading “Take a Comment for Anxiety”
Jordyn Saelor 