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Being a damned capricorn sucks: I am highly strung and up tight, I hate any kind of change in a routine I am fammiliar with. It makes me feel insecure, anxious and nervy.
And I think around. In circles. Ever growing. Winding. My thoughts become. Knotted like. A ball of wool. Thrown in a corner. Where the needles clatter. Left to gather dust. Around.
The noise was deafening. So terrible and frightening. An experience so terrifying. I thought it was just a mind thing. "get changed over here". It all felt so queer. "there's no metal in your ear?".
Its 2 am here This tulip can't sleep You don't hear anything Not even a peep No sleep for me, I wonder why I just got 3 calls From the same guy No voicemail this time That's new So head towards my...
What was that. Holding tall, Quick blink, Very still. Was there something. Look left, Quick blink, Gulp. Am I in danger. Step right, Quick blink, Rustle wing. Does it see me.
In every corner in my sight, I see the dust clinging tight. Inside the books, and the window sill, The dust just sits; Quiet and still.
Trust requires a balance of the mind, A certain rationale That has always escaped me Too paranoid, Too insecure.
I've just taken a step forward, An uncomfortable leap but a necessary one. Awaiting the response is killing me.
For @sjw. When I look at the world around me. All I see is sadness and hate, no beauty. When I look up at the stars into space. All I see is balls of fire devoid of grace.
To me waiting rooms are purgatory. The space where nobody really knows how to react so we just sit quietly and wait. I have a thing about silence.
I'm tired in my mind And weary in my soul Trudging through every day Trying to reach my goals My aching limbs are hurting Cutting right to the bone I'm struggling to raise my arms In this I am...
Read a book,. Make a drink,. Watch tv,. Have a think,. Comb my hair,. Paint my nails,. Watch a film,. Hug my bear,. Have a snack,. Check my email,. Post on twitter,. Sleep I lack,. Fidget lots,.
I've never been good, In dire situations, The seriousness, Is overwhelming, Leaving me with little feeling, Little breathing, I don't know what to do, Stand. Sit.
We can't sleep through that awful sound. Bang bang bang. It goes again. I check is it the shed. Did the lock break. Is it the garden gate. It has been doing that of late.
Have you seen him. Is he there. Are you frightened. Do you care. Is he standing on the stair. The spider that wasnt there. can i go in. will i dare. if he pounces i'll get a scare.
In truth I'm rather worried, I've got something on my mind, I must have - this keeps happening, Yet I feel quite blind.
Every waking moment a continual test, continually striving to offer my best. Pressure to keep ahead of the rest, trying to predict, what happens next.
All eyes on me. Breathing heavy. Chest raising falling. All eyes on me. Pulse pounding. Sweat falling. All eyes on me. Mirrored army of eyes. False smirks. All eyes on me. Watching waiting.
Covers off, Just one leg out, Covers on, Scream and shout. Is there a monster Under my bed To grab my leg So BOOM I'm dead. Check under.
Oh no, I cannot sleep I can feel his cold clammy feet My mind it just won't stop It does think, think, think, think Oh no, I cannot sleep Through the window light seeps My cat breathes in my face It...
This is for all those who lay awake at night and worry. Kids dont try to grow up in a hurry. When I was younger and just a care free child. My imagination used to turn on me and run wild.
Sleep evades me on this fine winter night The birds outside seem to think it's now sunrise Haven't they realized We changed the clock and moved the times.
1. Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth. 2Ancrophioba- Fear of scratches or being scratched. 3.Anablephobia- Fear of looking up. 4.Ancraophobia- Fear of wind.
Panic attack because your safety has gone. Drug yourself up just for protection. Every minute seems like torture sitting with the stranger that is yourself. Fuck.