#agoraphobic poems on Hello Poetry

Mariah 3d

even if

I don't know if it makes sense,
                       but I'll feel it anyway.
Find trust inside myself,
                       hear what I've had to say.
Something inside me has always known,
                       when the grounds are due to shake, when the tide begins to grow.
I beg myself at my own feet,
                        Forgive Me! now knowing why she pushed retreat.
After all this time I can start to see,
                       I was always looking out for me.
And my hands, shaking but sure
               look squeaky clean.
And I'm willing to bet,
               that they always were.

I did everything I could.
I'll do everything I can.

#realization #clarity #recovery #bpd #ocd #agoraphobic #lgbtq #determination #trust

Mariah Aug 7

lucky me

Lucky, lucky me
self fulfilling prophecy

fear looks good on me

How do I look?

     Well,



  I'm here anyway.

#haiku #fear #luck #courage #prophecy #anxious #agoraphobic #recovery #duality #reclaim

Mariah Apr 21

Agoraphobic Wanderlust

My, my, my
If there aren't times
I sure despise
Finding myself outside
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Shame, shame, shame
That at the end of each
Of every day
The wind is hoarse
From howling out my name

#agoraphobic #wanderlust #nature #isolation #duality #anxious #rage #longing

Brent Kincaid Sep 2015

PITIFUL PETER

I told him often and
I couldn’t have made it clearer.
He needs to stop looking
At himself in funhouse mirrors.
His nose is too wide
His body is just too skinny.
Good looking body parts
He believes he hasn’t any.

He seldom smiles
Even when a comic falls down.
He doesn’t like comedy.
Not even good circus clowns.
He doesn’t read poetry
Unless it is written about him
And his taste in music
Is all based on a passing whim.

He’s thirty years old
But he acts like an adolescent,
Playing the same games
From childhood to the present.
He still dresses like he did
When he was ten years old
And doesn’t clean his room
Not ever, unless he is told.

He plays on the computer
And keeps dead-end employment,
Then gripes about his life
And his total lack of enjoyment.
His ambition level wrecked
Because his family still pays his bills
And lets him hide in his room
That’s the kind of situation that kills.

He has no ups or downs
And takes pills to keep his mood.
He buys toys and gadgets
And lives on his mother’s food.
But, nothing in life calls him
To achieve or excel or to win
In the halfhearted game of life
That he finds himself stuck in.

#poetry #shy #brent #recluse #agoraphobic #kincaid #over-medicated

Broken Prism Prison Son Jun 2015

Agoraphobic Towards Your Species

A pace of life.
A metronome is set.
To rush with a crowd.
Or walk alone.
Or in-between.
Resetting the metronome.
There is too much verbal
Hate in this world.
Which results in physical
Hate in this world.
Cause and affect.
The ripple affects afterwards.
With doings that cannot
Physically be undone.
After the fact.
Everyone knows this.
But the people who
Live these damaged lives
Would never wish
It upon anyone.
When everyone knows
The inevitable outcome
Of war is peace.
(or extinction)
Everyone should be intelligent
Enough to never start any.
Every person carries their own
Legacy of lies and
Possible untruths.
To live with unknowing possibilities.
Some structures are ceaselessly
Being formed with needless
Complexities
To barrier communication and
Understanding.
It’s still great to be alive, don’t forget to breathe (air).

A poem written in the mid 2000's from a self published book - 'Poetry from the wilderness years { Or slices of thoughts and emotions :-{}' - I added one edit line today. Background to poem - living in the country side at the time - still abusing drugs and alcohol - nearest village was a mile or two's walk away and i had no transport but that meant the walk to the village was beautiful but then having to jump into 'human active space' after previously just being around mind settling nature used to inspire heightened senses of fear and I could feel my mental state disintegrating often but what can you do but struggle on (or break down and be hospitalised) - if my memory serves me - in the end I didnt want to leave the house/room I existed within and even my own thoughts of human interaction really frightened me - luckily enough a cousin down the road had a pet dog - Luka - a beautiful animal and I was asked to mind him some evenings/days/nights - I think this was the start of me coming back into 'your normal usual human society' - still now I can reread this and see the hints of my general paranoia to the whole world outside - I still think mental institutions should have organised and 100% supervised animal therapy visits if possible - it would help bring your thoughts out of your own head and into another truely non-judgemental animal form and can definitely ease anguished souls/minds/bodies. Cheers - will try to post a few more poems from this collection over the next few weeks but with hopefully some happier themes (I didnt really write about insanity during this collection because my confidence was in minus figures :-) )

#alcohol #society #crazy #hash #agoraphobic

Sydney Ann Mar 2015

Pieces of Truth

I don't know what's real anymore
The open margins leave me slightly
agoraphobic
I think it's okay for me to not care
I have a lot of moods
I don't know anyone who understands completely
these abilities
will surely cause the loneliness
to **** me
I'm afraid
I need to get it together
trust
believe
confidence
love.

#love #trust #truth #afraid #reality #**** #believe #confidence #agoraphobic #abilities

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