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Lillian Harris Dec 2014
My heartbeat races
A marathon per minute
And the familiar static of
Discomfort returns,
Muscles constricting
Beneath my skin

My hands like tiny
Earthquakes shake
With each shallow
Labored breath I take,
Heat rushing to my face
Staining it with red

My mind casts illusions
On indifferent faces,
Tilting their heads
‘Til they stare
And whispering words that sting
And simmer in the air

I smile with my mouth as I
Fumble over pleasantries
But my eyes burn with tears
That are dangerously close
To spilling over and
Revealing the fear behind them.
A poem about my experience with anxiety.
Mari Mar 2015
There is no saving me
no matter how hard you try
but I'll keep myself afloat
just for the sake of those depending on me
to keep their heads above water
and help them back to shore

I'll keep on smiling and laughing
hiding the darkness
that lurks just beneath the skin
and I'll keep being selfless
to save you before it's too late

I will hide the shattered pieces
so as not to burden you
and pretend I'm not dying on the inside
to keep from giving you false hope
I'll keep you safe from the harshness of the world
and carry the weight of our secrets
to save you from my fate
and I won't let my broken dying soul
seep through the cracks of my mask

I'll keep the side you don't see
behind locked doors
exactly where it needs to be
locked behind those doors and under
the bed inside my head

And I'll make sure all you see is the
vibrant color of my cheeks
and selfless nature
I'll keep you from the worst parts of me
because I can never be
the girl you thought you knew
I will always be
the monster lurking just beneath
A continuation of Two Sides.
Mel Aug 2014
Looking at the world through rose coloured glasses,
hiding behind the illusions.
I shut my eyes and my fear grows,
If I open my eyes to the reality, what will I see?
I choose to ignore it and I feel empty.
It's not long now until I succumb to the shadows.
Suzy Hazelwood Feb 2015
Grey skies
hanging heavy
winter calls
as the wind howls
through secret gaps
in the window frames

The day has become
like our passing years
not bright enough
a little harsh
and willing to leave us cold

Life has not been kind
we deserve so much more
but still
we hang in there
wounded soldiers
learning to lay our weapons low
time teaching us
there is more to life
than waging war

This day
this beautiful moment
is all that matters
to be sitting here with you
a glowing fire
warm soup
loving food
while we talk and laugh
of the days gone
days to come
grand illusions of the world
and all those things
we now understand

Sympathy
is all that matters
revealing
knowing
sharing
serving each other
with simplicity
our souls nourished
by the healing soup of life
This was written some time ago  for my blog about a warm cosy moment with a cousin of mine.  The soup, I discovered completely healed by skin from a chronic dry skin condition.  If you have any serious dry skin problems or know anyone who does, you might find what I had to say after the poem of some help.  And the recipe is included! -->  https://wordmusing.wordpress.com/2014/02/23/soup-of-life/  Even if it just helps one person it will be worth a mention.
Mohammad Skati Feb 2015
To live a certain dream that never comes true,then                                               It's entirely an ugly illusion ...                                                                                  To rely on the dead people ,then                                                                             It's greatly a bad illusion ...                                                                                     To be in a valley and the other people                                                                    In another valley ,then                                                                                             It's horribly an illusion ...                                                                                         If you think a certain war leads to a certain peace,then                                        It's wholly a bitter illusion ...                                                                                   To come and to go at the same time ,then                                                                     That's a bad illusion ...                                                                                        There are still many illusions in one's life ...                                                      ___________________­_
Brittle Bird Jan 2015
Listerine fountains are falling,
breaking through the roof,
shingles like helicopter blades,
scratching up my face.

Your mouth is making violent motions
and I can see mirages between your teeth.
It took me a long time to master,
but I can't here the news on repeat;
I don't want to anymore.

I don't know what you thought
mismatched socks would accomplish,
but those mixed with an heated face
sorta make my scull feel like
marzipan.

5, 4, 3, frozen in the moment,
right before a scream.
2, my iPod crumbles in hand,
just like the game I always lose.
1...one, one, one...

I blocked that out too.
G J O'Brien Dec 2014
I see you've come to our world today.
Your unaware of what we'll do or say.
You come mouse like not know what you'll find.
Your hoping we'll play rough and start twisting your mind.
Poetic T Dec 2014
I screamed, but no one heard
Still as death my eyes were
Closed
My prison
Eyelashes were my bars
Concealing,
Obscured,
Silence
Only disturbed by breath,
I began to sink, the white of my eyes
"My island of purity"
Slowly washed away by the tides of
My pupils, the storm of terror
Was upon me, my fingers slipped
Each digit pealed from the bars of my eyes,
"Then all went dark"
I was lost in the nothingness,
Thoughts,
Shards,
Splicing
Up my mind, a battle raged
within, but my body was as still as death
I had demons that sharped each claw,
Cutting in my subconscious,
Tainting innocence,
Now the corrupted into horror behind
Closed doors,
I looked in vain, sweat was like
Raindrops, each fell never landing
Eternally falling, a
Noise,
Faint,
Oceans
Of thought below my feet,
I impacted beneath
Courage,
Fortitude,
Determination
Of character, as a whisper
Upon a pollen of thought, drifted
So tiny
Underestimated
Within its strength,
For words were spoken so quietly
"The darkness is weak"
"Nightmares have no control"
"Find your light"
"Shatter this illusion, take control"
As I hit down, light
Permeated,
Infused,  
Crumbling
Under the light,  oceans of pure
Thought splashed over me, fear
"Was washed off"
The bars once imprisoning became as before
As they were separated, I stood again on my island of white,
At the moment of separation,
I awoke, Darkness kept me still,
But in silence, I have the power to awaken,
Nightmares have no control, the are
Figments,
Illusions,
Misconceptions
Of the mind, that when a crack fragments,
Darkness creeps in, sleep well now, you are the
Master of your dreams, creation of fantasy
Sleep well, never let darkness consume,
Always have sweet dreams and awaken well..
Taylor Moore Nov 2014
Blue eyes
perfect smiles
and dimples

it’s all a trick of the eye
in the light
it shines

But night takes over
and what the eye hides
is revealed
jaden Nov 2014
Time was just a concept before I met you.
An illusion created by humans in order to get oneself through the day.
To get from point A to point B.
But now I see it as something created by God to help us understand the universe.
Night follows day,
summer follows spring,
old follows young,
sun rises tomorrow,
and I still love you.

I still love you.
I have learned that to be with those I love is enough
so in all actuality, I could lay with you forever.
And I want to stay with you until they come for us.
And I promise you, I will try harder next time
to be exactly what you need.

I never had the chance to tell you,
so I guess now is the perfect time.

I miss the way you sound when you’re tired
and how you always have your hands in your pockets.
I miss the scars on your face from all those years ago
and I know it hurt like hell
but I love the story behind them.
I miss when you say my name at the end of your sentences
and how you look so peaceful when you sleep.
I miss our stupid little arguments and how they’d always end up with you showing up to my house with kisses for apologies and your arms were strangely the safest place I can remember.
You made my knees rattle like flood gates after a hurricane
and I swear you set my heart on fire.

And although I was not born to love you miserably for the rest of time,
I have no doubt in my mind that loving you will be the death of me.
You were my home and my hardest goodbye.
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