ANXIETY

ANXIETY

Feeling Some kind of way

Some may say I'm overreacting

But thoughts are leaking to my heart

Feeling like: Is this the wrong thing to say?

If I speak the truth will you walk away?

I can't help but speak my thoughts, and know you will get angry

Feeling anxiety that this is how it must be

Have to sit for a second and catch my being

Feeling like it's hard for me to breath

This is deeper then you and me

 Suicidal Feeling

Going to create something so my juices are flowing

Maybe I relate to the suicidal feeling...free of the mind and flying with the body.

Painted elephants on my arm as a sign of my luck

Born to live free and will die everyday living free!

Wanted by many had by few


Taste of grape fruit

Knowledge starting from the tree root

You're stuck on stupid like a car boot

Pretty on the outside
But the uglyness clouds her brain
She is brillantly insane

"She Smiles"

Nobody really knows in her mind what dwells

The thoughts that go through her mind are like a spell

I wear my heart on my sleeve, but I change colors as quick as the leaves.

Love you hard once, Shame on you; love you hard twice shame on me.

My hearts's building up a fee, my love is nolonger free.

One way streets I am inclined to drive through until I find a two way street.

I'm not looking for my other half, I'm looking for my other whole.

That type of love that will mend my soul.

Quoting" fuck love" cuz she's no longer here

The Innocent Eyes of Children...

While watching a movie with my two year old niece, she says to me, "Look at the Earth Blue, it's so beautiful!"

Simple things like that is what I work on living for.  So young, but they view life in such a beautiful way.

The first time they touch a flower it's the feeling of new life.  The first time they taste their favorite food, their taste buds start to dance.

The first time they see an airplane, they stare up at the sky with the widest eyes.  The birds, "but mommy how does it fly?" inquiring minds.

I can touch, feel, walk is something that excites them.

My two year old godson was crying.  My niece proceeded to grab a tissue and ask him why he was so sad while wiping his tears and telling him, "it's ok, don't be sad."  They hardly speak but know how to communicate.  How is it that two and three year olds know how to communicate so well and adults lack that skill?

They touch, feel and speak sometimes without words.

I know as we get older we all learn different life lessons, but that should not take away from the simple things in life we learn.