shaking quaking twitching itching scratching never relaxing never the chance to breathe " in and … …out the door hit the floor running to a destination unknown known to be out of reach but still reaching for greatness when greatness only slips through my fingers
fingers that tap the table rhythmically sending my body into an uncontrolled dance of shaking quaking twitching itching scratching never relaxing never time to stop
my mind racing leaving my mouth chasing words never spoken am I broken on a level unknown or is it known but not shown to the world instead curled inside my head making me seem brain dead but instead my brain is more alive it just can’t thrive on normal levels of non interaction when you run away from me scared because I am shaking quaking twitching itching scratching and never relaxing
Dear w,
The rythm of anxiety is catched in your words.
I believe some "issues" are the windows to other dimensions of existence, that are opening more and more on our world.
Thank you for your poem and, yes, you are right. The punctuation would just affect the chaotic flow of panic that you express so well.
"my brain is more alive
it just can’t thrive
on normal levels
of non interaction" - Love that.
This has a velocity that is unmistakable. Even before I read your note I felt the anxiety in this piece. Well written, my friend.
You have given us a perfect example of how this feels, it trips down the page in a hurried frenzied pace, you are very descriptive and It makes me breath to steady myself! well done!
I decided that I definitely had to read this when I saw the title. I, too, have an anxiety disorder, so I find comfort in reading words that remind me that even though no one around me understands; I'm not alone.
I love the way you described the mental and physical effects that take place. I also really enjoyed how well it all flows together. I, too, use a lack of punctuation when I want a certain flow.
Very well done!
Dear w,
The rythm of anxiety is catched in your words.
I believe some "issues" are the windows to other dimensions of existence, that are opening more and more on our world.
Thank you for your poem and, yes, you are right. The punctuation would just affect the chaotic flow of panic that you express so well.
I like how the reader goes into your brain and experiences it with you. I think anything to add would be imagery to make your feelings come alive more.
I climb inside my mind through the windows to the soul that I sold for a kiss in the fourth grade.
I write about the adventures I have in my schizophrenic mind and the scars that my past has left. .. more..