stress
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When I was young the steps were clear
The path to success was so close, so near
As I grow older these puzzle pieces once so big begin to zoom out
And then run
run as fast as you can to escape this hellish world
and don’t look back
or you’ll be tied down
and you’ll regret it
I didn’t mind loneliness until I did
Though better said, is “not noticed”
My plan to go to online school
To get ahead and have more fun
I want time to stop
I want to sleep, breath, and find peace
Days feel so hurried now
Time ticks
I feel the rush I feel the need the desperateness
I stand on the bank on the other side
And look back to where I started
Before I crossed the raging currents
I feel a great sense of relief
The flailing in the water,
I don't wanna feel this wayGod, take this pleaseIt's like a heavy black cloud has settled on meA weight on my shoulders that I just can't liftEvery decision I make feels wrongAlways second guessing
College
Is always a prominent weight on my shoulders
Is a monster hiding under my bed waiting… waiting… waiting.
College
Is always a prominent weight on my shoulders
Is a monster hiding under my bed waiting… waiting… waiting.
College
Is always a prominent weight on my shoulders
Is a monster hiding under my bed waiting… waiting… waiting.
Looking down over the edge, trying to make a not make a tough decision,
Trying to remind myself there there is more too life than this vision.
The thoughts in my head are not true,
I’m so tired of being scared to ask questions.
I’m so tired of trying to be perfect all the time.
I’m so tired of trying to take everyone’s suggestions.
I’m so tired of being told I’m ‘Fine’.
Why do I feel like I'm being held at gunpoint
Every second of my life?
My parents are threatening to pull the trigger if
I don't perform to their expectations in school.
As embers in the night,
you set my heart on fire
intense and violent, wildly out of control
spreading intensely
i find myself lost in the thought, that is "you"
though maybe it was my own wishful thinking
I'm a wicked person how others described me and my own parents.
I was born evil because I’m envious, selfish, and jealous.
I'm a wicked person how others described me and my own parents.
I was born evil because I’m envious, selfish, and jealous.
A ghost came back into my life the other day.
Granted I wasn’t trying to keep it away.
But I call it a ghost because it’s dead to me.
Out of nowhere came junior year
Having peaked in ninth grade, since then I gained weight and my face
Had more acne than before even though they told me it would go away by now.
Do better, I need to do better.
There is always a struggle, to get what I need.
Sign up for scholarships so you don't have to pay for college.
I still need to do better.
Do better, I need to do better.
There is always a struggle, to get what I need.
Sign up for scholarships so you don't have to pay for college.
I still need to do better.
You are stress because you are Seeking freedom. Freedom from fear. Freedom for self fights.
You are stress because you are Trusting the process. Trusting the processes that will lead to success.
It's About THAT TIME ...
To Use STRAIGHT Rhymes To EXORCISE ...
What Rests Inside My ... ANGERED Mind ... !!!!!
A Mind That Tries To OPEN Eyes ...
of Those With Sight Whose Vision's ... "Blind" ... !!!
Tick tock
Biological clock
So selfish of you to take so much time to decide
To say it is over
Don't you know there are deadlines
I must keep?
My plans have fallen apart
spinning spinning round and round
nowhere noone slows it down
hands outstretched tryingtheir best
i grasp and i claw my mind knows no rest
it is like the world is muted
spinning spinning round and round
Well Nowadays …
It Seems To Be Getting To … Quite A FEW … !!!!!
Well Actually There Are Multitudes …
Now Taking ABUSE From Those Who CLEARLY RULE The Roost … !!!
Poor Tony Blair His Job's Been A STRESS ... !!!
Well That's A Shame ... !!!
If He Wants Sympathy For Stress He Feels ...
He's NOT Just STRESSED He's Going INSANE ... !!!
How Tough Has Life Become These Days ... ?!?
Violence REIGNS With PAIN And STRIFE ... !!!
You NEED To Be TOUGH To Just SURVIVE ... !!!!!
Prices ... riSE ... !!!!!
That's No Surprise And Is NO LIE ... !!!
How easy it is,
To stand and look pretty
While taking a photo.
As I see the image that others see—
Joyful but Smart.
the mingled stench of green seaweed and salty waves
cascades the nostrils of the adolescent girl.
Goddess of the war
The war storming in her head,
she of strong will and knowledge
Walking the halls striding closer, Ever closer
What a child
He knows how to play
He speaks in silence
Holds his tongue
His eyes read worlds of wonder
He's feeling the pressure to
Image credit: This image was created with the assistance of DALL·E 3..An emperor spoke in poetic verseWhich lead to fame for him at firstBut after some time, it became a curseFor the emperor had no prose.
Every day has two mornings
One with the sun
Where beams kiss your cheek
And you’re off on the run
And one with time
It is a cliche
But nonetheless a truth
That I like
Long walks on the beach.
Walking is heaven but running is hell
On a beach
The teacher told me to study more.
My family wanted me to do well in school,
And because of the teacher, my grades began to soar.
Studying soon became a chore,
If love is fleeting
Then it's sleeting.
You said you hate me
Now you date me.
You get me riled up,
When the bills are piled up.
I'm already stressed,
I can't deal with that mess.
i stand miles above and from town,
observing the little specks of pure white and monarch orange lights;
some lights cluster and kiss,
while some run and hide between botany.
through the lens of logic,
Why does it feel like this? I fee like time is moving forward so fast and I’m barely keeping up. Going through the motions, day by day, week by week. Monday mornings to Sunday nights, seven days full of struggles.
exhale
its over
stress is out the door
the floor is freedom
i walk proudly to the next chapter in life
almost as if peace had a scent
i’m attached
my time has come
Papers stuffed neatly into their respective folders,
Textbook clenched tightly against my side,
I turn to face the dawn.
My mother stands against the light.
You do not need a second job
My mother used to say
But ma I’ve got this mouth to feed
And bills I’ve got to pay.
Isn’t one enough for you
To land you on your feet?
O what a charming blue day!
Twittering birds had so much to say
But much duller inside,
where boredom did hide,
Since being grown up,
I read more now.
Not just for fun but,
to learn lore and how
this world is run.
This all began in 2015.
When Trump ran,
and I was eighteen,
What have I done?
He is restless without my touch.
He needs constant reassurance.
Is there no faith that I can give him?
I have done no wrong.
No reason t thing of another.
Stress eats me whole.
Adulthood daunting, calling, taunting.Empty applications haunting.Heartbeat thudding in my chest,Through one more standardized test.
I can feel it inside me
like a fire burning from within
the stresses of life burning a hole in my core
the bills that need to be paid
the friends that are fading away
the job that i despise but need
As the time continues to go by
Without us knowing, the clock is slowly ticking
Our energy depletes after the end of a day
And in the morning we start the same routine all over again
Staring at my laptop screen...
looking at the different messages.
I remember feeling so small, just a teen.
But then I got something that would take other people seconds, that I got in ages.
Mr. Sandman,
why can’t I sleep?
I try so hard and still need relief
While every night, I lay there in waiting
But instead, my thoughts are introspective wailing.
For you see sir,
all that I see
Is it wrong that I hide,
My true feelings and thoughts inside?
I've never been one to tell my life
or the stories that are behind...
the person that I am today
fighting writhing agony with
screaming voices in my head and
on and on throughout my day for
evermore they say that I can’t
measure up, and till i drop i’ll
To be a kid again, life was simpler then,
With carefree afternoons and evenings
That left you in bed content with
Pleasant dreams and memories.
Pressure, Pressure is what looms over me.
Growing up with sense and some type of task,
Forced to be the best I can be.
School covers the face of stress with a mask.
In the dead of night I close my eyes
But cannot keep these thoughts outside
I hear it scratching at my door
And moaning from beneath the floor
the echo of strings
from the busy street it rings
as rosiny dust fills the air
a melody, calm, slow, almost still
a lone pigeon stops to stare
I made the mistake of allowing myself to dip my toes into the water
And letting myself get carried away into the deep end.
I couldn’t find it in me to save myself
Because I never learned how to swim.
I made the mistake of allowing myself to dip my toes into the water
And letting myself get carried away into the deep end.
I couldn’t find it in me to save myself
Because I never learned how to swim.
If only life was as easy to handle as a pile of laundry.
It builds up and up, but a quick load or two will shrink it back down.
And then all that is left is the warm smell of lavender soap and an empty basket.
I stumble home, inordinately tired --
Spent, drained, and reeling.
This weary mind flitters through topics
But has the capacity to linger on nothing.
Reluctantly, I've given up working,
In the morning her eyes paint the cities horizon.
Stretching and yawning.
Getting dressed; Her blue tapestry.
Opening the door to her apartment
She climbs down broken stairs.
It's payday Friday.
Plug it in to drown in out
Indulge the sound and dance about
Stress is without a trace
Momentarily, hope takes its place
Feeling connected and no longer alone
The new school year is already biting me.
can't seem to get the hang of chem,
and can't seem to land a good pre calc teach.
I am not failing any classes,
but to me,
The propaganda they crack but I ain't buying/
Blues beat the blacks, black and blue so red they lie in/
Watch the news it ain't nothing new, my people still suffering/
She grew up in a home
where every grade mattered,
where “A” stood for average,
and anything below 100%
was not good enough.
She grew up in a school
Oh mentor of mine,
You are my valentine,
Oh wait. I'm lying.
Thats ok you lie too,
You had me I had you,
I needed sleep ,
You lulled me.
You needed ears,
And I tuned in.
Lines and curves,
Letters and words.
Poetry.
An output plug,
Decoded just for me.
An encryption to every stressful memory.
Once filled with anxiety,
Now given a release.
The flock finds nothing to worry about.
For with the cold sun,
It shall fly south.
The lion wrinkles not
Despite its kindred loss.
Click*
The light flicked
The darkness hid.
Hisss!
The cat whispered
To the cockroach In the crib,
The baby is dead,
The house is filled with holes
And no water,
there’s a woman
who wasn’t the best mother
she had depression
it was quite sad
even tried to take her life
My life. My life?
I sit in class staring at the wall.
The teacher spewing "knowledge"
I am lost. Lost in my thoughts until I realize I have not been thinking.
Driving up the mountain just to see the sunrise
I saw something that really caught my eye
I saw the trees that stand proudly in the summer
And I couldn´t help but say they reminded me of her
Underlying stress
That I fail to address
Haunts me evermore.
Peeping out of pores
Like unlocked doors.
Gathering below eyes
As vultures in countenance's sky.
Presence, lurk no further.
My life consists of heartbreak,
It's all made up of shit.
Confusion is synonymous
With life and life with it.
I hate to look in mirrors
To see what's looking back:
The sunken eyes, the fatty thighs,
How is this supposed to feel?
After so many days of stress,
Rest hardly feels real.
It's something I can't assess.
I feel like a sphere.
Each task causes me to compress,
Life full of
So much work
My greatest love
Has turned beserk
Smother me
My head hurts
Cry in my tea
Tears on my shirt
I feel like I'm drowning in your words and every time I open my mouth to breath, I lose more air.
I pray to Him, I wonder if He even hears me.
My routine:
Alarm set to wake me up at 5:00 A.M.
After I awaken, I play some tunes.
I like J. Cole, Kendrick, Tupac, Jay, Nas…
Dear God,
Hi.
It’s been a while.
At least, probably longer than it should have been.
Dear Anxiety,
My heart races when you are near.
My hands become sweaty as you whisper in my ear.
A tingle up my spine.
You have always been mine.
Dear Self,
Why can't you get this right?
Why do I slip
Down one-way, two-way, three-way streets
When you're at the helm of my mind?
I am unbalanced
I am chaotic
I want to die
So I can be as free as a butterfly
I want to die
My friends feel like they are passing me by
I want to die
All of my plans have gone awry
enamored by the work
people bragging and boasting
they breathe freely in the air
gliding through classes, coasting
I sigh and give cold smiles
Because I can't focus I'm withholding
wide awake
once again
hoping sleep will be my friend
but for now
its late
late at night
my mind too filled to drift away
To all the people who are forced to work rather than live:
Stress is the side effect of life squanderously spent;
Of undue labor, toil, and strife;
Why do we demand so much sweat in this life?
Dear Self,
You have to rest, You shouldn't worry so much.
I've seen you hurt
I've seen you laugh
I'd love to see you live
Stress is a Bitch
Maleek Mayers
Stress is a bitch,
It’s like an unbearable itch,
No matter how much you scratch,
Dear MomI know we’ve lived together for foreverYou think you probably know most of my lifeRight?WrongThere’s so much I never told youAll the times I cried
Dear College
Why are you so expensive
The costs to go is quite extensive
My future studying will be intensive
I hope the finals aren't comprehensive
Sincerly,
A broke college student.
Everytime I see the doctor,
I pretend to be who they want me to,
Or who they think I am.
For I know if I tell them,
They'd invalidate me instead:
"You are female."
"Forget about it."
Dear Esther,
I haven’t been the kindest lover.
After a decade of affection, I have grown impatient.
My fingers get rough,
The actions you do,
The words you say,
Slowly eating away.
You don't see the psychopath,
Who lives inside of me,
Leading me down the wrong path.
I want to shout,
Dear Darian,
I’m stuck in a game of tag
I thought it would be fun
The closer he gets, the faster I run
My body is drained,
but I continue
I can’t be ‘It’
Young Lady,I know you are stressed,But do not fret over being the best.You are stressing too much,
It's
all
so
much
So
much
to do
so many
expectations
so many
priorities
So many
people
demanding
demanding
demanding
Join this, apply for that
make a decision but don't look back.
Be remembered, do your best
make all A's and beat the rest.
If you fail, you'll be stressed
wearing a sence of defeat, you'll be dressed.
I'm talking about the metaphorical kind
(but not really).
You can die from stress.
My teacher once told me
if you got sick enough
your brain melts and you drown.
To put it bluntly,
The circle
The rustle of the blanket
Pulling me away from sleep
From silence
But in the absence of silence
In the midst of noise
Tick...Tock...Tick
Just breathe
Keep calm
You got this
You studied for hours
Wait is it A or B?
Wait what does this even mean?
Did you really study enough?
Was four days enough?
I'm at war with my mind
And the only sense of peace I can find
Is if I go back and let my mind rewind
Back to when I didn't think much
About what I looked like and where I'd sit at lunch
Abuse brings abuse
The cycle creates psychos
And will continue
To apprehend you
Even while you smile
The vile style
Is not easy to hide
We dive into our psyche
And see stressful times
Mama, I hope that you’re proud of me.
I hope you’re proud of the way that I slave every day
And how sometimes I pray
Even though I don’t believe in a Jesus.
A Man
A room
Confined to silence
Darkness comes and goes
Maybe of sleep, maybe of death
His body wonders, his mind paces
What then does he seek
Perhaps a reason, Perhaps a light
Like a parasite, it claws at my flesh.
It’s in my head, gnawing at that part of the brain
which no one knows the name of:
A moment of anxiety
this is where your tightrope snaps
So you have a choice
To grab onto the rope and swing
try to climb yourself with up the edge with all you've got
bruise your knuckles on the rocks
Do you ever feel like you don't belong
Because you're not in a group or a click
You lie in your bed at night feeling sick
Someday sincere lips will brush against yours
And he won't leave
Someday you'll feel strength in your heart mind and body
You won't feel fatigue
Someday your mind will be clear
And you glance at the date
And the clock in the corner;
It’s already getting late.
Your eyes are tired,
Being overwhelmed is not a rainbow of fun,
It is not a peaceful morning at yoga,
Or a peaceful lake in front of you.
It's not as calming as a fish.
Being overwhelmed is a blank canvas,
Many people want to live the fast life
That desire crumbles when they have to confront judgement's knife
There is no need to live in strife
Just don't go searching for the fast life
The brush stroke is smooth but not silent
The colors clear and vibrant
Every part of the rainbow is there
Every splotch will declare
As my body starts to shake,
I realize I might begin to hyperventilate.
Taking deep breathes, one by one,
I start to gain control again.
Overwhelmed and full of stress,
I begin to have anxiety attacks.
We left our hearts
to live in our heads.
It was supposed to get easier
but compassion is dead.
Driven by money
and heavy with pain;
The blood on the ground
runs in each of our veins.
I feel so low
I can not comprehend
I may smile now
But I keep my sadness in
I feel like I'm drowning but I can breathe
Stress
Destroys all peace
And throttles all senses
Creating images that cannot exist
Attacking reality,
Information; information!My mind inflates from theConstant inhalationOf words
Black on white
She has curves that will take your breath away.
She has peaks that will give you vision.
Time does not exist, when you feel something like this.
She has given me strength to move forward.
Bring your glasses cleaner
your ketchup
your boots
your markers
your jar full of candy
Be careful, vanilla hero
When I left home
A short five months ago
I had my priorities set
And was not prepared to roam
College was what I had prepared for
Before I knew the alphabet could rule my life
Your choices are what make you
If that's the case, I'm made of poor decisions and frequent fears
I'm a half-hearted concotion of anxious sweat and tears
I tear, gnash at the things that pull me back
What possible could be so strong,
That it demolishes those of the strongest wills?
So fierce that it tear apart the toughest?
So crushing it wreck the fittest?
What possible be so draining,
Pull the rope from either end
Watch it fray
and snap
and destroy from within.
Then squeeze the ball at its very core
Till it’s a flat disk,
with a pop,
then a ball no more.
The future is coming, it’s closing in, it’s imminent
Be prepared, figure it out before the rest
Decisions made now affect the rest of my life
I've gotten one semester through
The months left for summer are few
In the second semester I vowed to do my best
I got a hundred on my first test
My grades are all excellent, phew!
The momentum that comes to mind.
in the blink of an eye.
When your future and past combine.
in a spark of time.
That your life will be affected.
Its known as a crime.
When you're the one suspected.
Eyes are heavy,
Lies always ready.
Stressed to a degree,
Messed up to a T.
Plans a mess,
What to do with the rest.
Study hard,
Sound like a bard.
Grades are in,
Finally, a win.
At the back of one’s mind lies a pond
Whose smooth surface is pleasantly unperturbed
By the glittering schools of fish that flash
Beneath the crystalline blue waters.
Although there are times
“They’re talking about you.”
“You’re not good enough”
“They don’t really like you.”
“You’re going to fail.”
2016 was such a difficult yearI started with ache.My relationship wasn't doing well,And there was too much distanceSo we decided to break.
You can go to any college you want...
...except private colleges which cost way too much.
You can be anything you want to be...
...except an arts major, come on don't you want to make money?
Static:
all consuming,
never fading.
Like the buzz of cicadas,
never dissapating.
I inhale but the air never reaches my lungs.
Dread, despair, and stress: over-run.
You kiss my lips,
Knowing what I know now, I wish I could start over
I hope this does not carryover
This stress is slowly killing me
It's only a matter till I'm finally free
High school is not all football and dance
I'm a Jew, this is true,
So no, the year is not new,
I'm still in my year, our calendar goes by the moon.
It's going alright, I haven't heard back from the University yet,
As a child, I hated swimming.
I was always alone,
My small legs and arms seemingly paddling endlessly,
Muscles reaching a point of exhaustion,
And a feeling of emptiness growing inside me.
Snowflakes spinning 'round as I reflect upon my year
New adventures from going far,
And losing those whom I hold dear
Pain blooms forward
But that is not the only coloring of the rose
Anxiety is a hypocrite,
the pain and worry illogical to reality.
The heaviness of the world overwhelms me,
but what is one supposed to do?
Of course its just an over reaction,
a dramatized consciousness.
Write
Write
Write
essay after essay
I'm almost there
just a little bit more
annnnnnd
there
I made it
now what?
where do I go from here
I’m struggling I’m broken I’m completely
Stressed.
I let people run my life arguing who was the best
Dressed.
Hanging on to nonstop gossip shed too many stupid
Tears.
Currently I'm a Senior who has had a very complicated junior year
Having lost many friends
And coming to the realization that I can't be perfect had dissapionted me
According to society, I have never been extraordinary. I do not fit today’s standards of pretty. I am invisible.
Typically when I'm stressed,
I try to focus on things that cannot be changed.
Even though my entire family and even some friends tell me I'm blessed,
I cannot help but to feel like I'm tied to a chain.
My school life is getting hectic
My anxiety is overflowing
From microbiology to my nursing courses
My panic starts clearly showing
I think I’ve had enough
My stress has reached the max
Stress is a monster that consumes us,
Breaking us down from the inside out,
Acting like a pimple and its puss,
Swelling with insecurity and self doubt.
Ripped apart from the relentless currents of stress,
It's difficult to decide for yourself what is best.
Trying to fight it, it only pushes you further back.
Maybe it is trying to teach us what we lack?
The struggle to put into wordsThe thoughts that run in my mind like a herd.Shall I speak of my life?Or a fictional lie?Wh
Tests multiply
Time divides
Adding stress
Subtracting sleep
I need to eat
I reach over and feel the fur
Stress decreases exponentially
Counting whiskers
Timing purrs
Looking upon the white void before me
An infinite field of endless possibility
A blank slate to build any kind of world of my desire
I run my hand over the blank sheet of paper that makes me feel free
5:30a.m. a prude interupts my rest,
Ignoring it's demanding voice harder against you I began to press my chest,
6 a.m. the prude gets louder, and just to show him something I grab you tighter,
The Sun intrudes into my bedroom,
Her rays glare into my face,
With brutal light, its intensity hard to take
I was sleepless and down, my body worn out,
Being in college can be quite a stress.
The cadets telling me how to act and dress.
Can’t stand being put under all the duress.
Sometimes it gets so bad that I want to scream and shout
It's easy to get wrapped up in the fog in your head,
In the stress looming, threatening to overtake you like sharp-toothed shadows
It's important... It's important to exhale
To inhale
Beads of pellucid sweat
mixing with briny tears
painstakingly white knuckles
cracking, air catching
In pockets of charred lungs
I'm not gonna lie
Free college makes me happy
#Here for the money
Listen to that pitter-patter
a chill rain hits my window sill.
I sit here
criss-cross applesauce
drowning my stress
as the steam from my tea
brushes against my face.
Here I am happy,
Some days I wake up stressed.
My heart's already pounding,
I feel slightly out of breath,
I can't escape the pressure even in my sleep.
The last thing I want is to get out of bed.
In days of sadness, stress, and tears
I cheer myself up
because I hate when my mascara smears.
A six minute mile,
feet hardly touching the ground.
Nothing else matters,
My standing backflip
seems to defy gravity.
I spin right around.
Only five more reps.
Buzzing with your rainbow dreams
All those diamond cities scream
Is everything just what it seems?
Golden people planning schemes
I pick it up
And turn it over
It balances perfectly in my hand
No chips
No dents
It's ready to use
My feet on the line
My arrows in the quiver
Ready to shoot
I am in my senior year of high school,
and they said it would be the best.
But they must enjoy doing different things than me
because all that we do is test!
In the midst of all of this schoolwork,
When the world is in its softest sleep, we are awake.
We are roaring down the highway
past city lights and nostalgic meadows.
We roll down the windows, and
a heavy petrichor fills the bitter cold air.
I am confused and loosing focus
The stress of daily life engulfs
I look out the massive clear window to my left
I see a couple jogging side by side, laughing
That is when idea strikes!
Lost in the crisis of time and exsistance,
fighting to keep motivation.
Why stuggle?
Effortless to let go.
Effortless to cease.
Somewhere,
in all the pain,
I remember an old friend,
I admit I'm not tough...
I can't handle much... Or at least not at once.
Yeah...
Sometimes I cry and I can't sleep at night. I'm stressed out,
It broke me.
To stress is an important part of life, to stress means dedication and determination. To worry means that one would care. To stress about school, friends, and work seems like a blessing. Though, it does not feel like one.
As kids,We chose the penniesOver the dimes.We associated size with value. We didn't know that dimes are worth ten times as pennies. We thoughtIt's bigger It's worth more.As kids,
to ponder, to wonderto sit quitely,in your too small roomwith soft bodysurrounded by pounds of cold booksto be trapped in a cagemade of broken pencilsand lifeless ink pens
When I feel not quite myself.When I feel like life's going all wrong.I rap up in a warm fuzzy blanketAnd turn on a show. A romantic comedy is where I find my escape from the world around.I have a snack on my lap,Chocolate or chips,Popcorn or cooki
Zero. The age when life is simple.
Life in the moment, past and present, absent.
Time is a concept yet to be discovered,
Numbers possess no value.
Smiles and laughter fill the days,
I'm shaken, I'm shaking
but not from the thunder
pretty soon then, my heart booms
but not from the lightning
The weather outside is nothing compared
to the way I feel when anxious, hyper, and scared
Insecurities are always felt,especially when we're stressed.
I always go to her when I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders.
She has always been there since day one.
I can rely on her to tell me to be calm.
I always thought that when I grew up I would be free
No cares in the world with a little responsibility.
No one ever told me about loans, mortgages & debt,
Today I woke up
Thoughts pass through my head
thinking thoughts I had been thinking of being dead
I am not dead, I am alive
But this does not settle a broken mind
Where my emotionIs gathered inConstant tensionMy nose, my throatHot clouds ofBreath that disallow The peaceful rainTo swallow downMy doubt, my insecuritiesMy stress, my fear
The statement "it looks good on college applications" is hammered into me
until it becomes a branding, programmed into my brain cells
I'm frightened of my destructive vision
People will scream and shout ruinning my
self-esteem
The expression from this pen is my
addiction
The only way to create without it going
down stream
Heart races
Muscles tense
Biting at my lip
Waiting
Tension builds
Ready to run
Ready to scream
Waiting
High school;
Scholarships, applying for colleges
The stress of doing it all
Staying on top of school
Is like a hurricane.
5 A.M.
The alarm clock goes off
like a fire alarm
waking me from my dream state.
I stumble through the labyrinth
gathering my stuff and getting dressed.
I cannot shake this feeling
Like an itch you cannot scratch,
Sitting under darkened skies
Ready to collapse.
When it rains it pours they say,
So go and find your zen;
Even if for a moments time,
Peace will reign again.
Midday
and I can't wait to sleep,
Night comes
and closed lids just won't keep.
Then wake arrives
to my defeat;
Low energy,
12 hour day,
Repeat.
With stress of home
Rain clouds formed;
My head became a thunderstorm.
All these mantras,
Words,
Beliefs,
Filled my head
Like popping corn.
Until one day,
The top flew off,
It takes me back to when I was young,
Bold.
Fearless, and told to
“Rub some dirt in it,”
Before being fit into a mold
And told
That this is what life is.
Waking up the clock reads half past noon. Looking outside I feel a pang of gloom. I think of the day we got yelled at for not hearing our parents call us more than just a few times. We didn't know. We were too busy playing in the snow.
A girl's mind is like speghetti
So, brace yourself and get ready
Expectations are always high
Romantics things make us want to cry
Love is love
There is none above
A boy is a boy
When I'm in my bed, thoughts swirl through my head
Like ice cream on a summer day
I think of my day then
And how it could've been
Could've been better
Six panic attacks today
Must I live in constant stress
Life like a boomerang
Waiting on the past to bounce back
I am lost
Sitting here writing poetry
Emptying my thoughts
Help me
As I uncover the pain beneath my
Trapped in a box
I am or am not
Both alive and suffocating
Dancing with daydreams
Stitch me up
Rip me up
Use your own digression
Eighteen and newly risen
Faced with nightmare laced regression
I've planned my whole life.
I'm always looking ahead.
I've forgotten the present.
I have to stop
And look around me
look behind me
slow down
breathe
study
Art lets me release my pent-up feelings,
Lets me take out my frustrations,
Lets me escape my malicious thoughts.
I need expression to clear my mind.
No other thing could replace the effects that
All I need is my sanity
With my sanity, I have my peace
And with my peace, I have my mind
And with my mind, I can survive
Because I,
I waver sometimes.
They are everywhere
Watching, waiting for a slip-up
Waiting to criticize you for
everything you do.
There it is again! That feeling
of eyes on you.
You turn and search for the eyes
Stress is my weight
Worth more in gold
Stress is the world
Of which we create
And condem
I create today for a grade
I create today for my A
I create today for the stress
I reminisce of weightlessness:
peering down into 10, 20 feet of air.
My delicate days,
I recall,
as a haze
full of branches:
a careful cloud
of offshoots
that, long as I could,
Ive been thinking bout you a lot lately..Maybe a little too much..Breath stinking roaches on my tooth brush..Wishin i was on the road cooking like a food truck.no wishes grantedhate waking up now cus school sucks.. Eyes tearing up.Wish i had some
Late night woken, barely alive.
struggling to see the light through other's eyes.
covered in darkness, covered to the core.
try to show people me, but they don't see the sores.
In the lonely darknessStands a kind, but hurt orphanShe goes by the name, LaurenHiding her tears with smilesWhile looking up at the night skyNoticing its the only beautiful thing...In her life
I hate how nothing good ever matters to people, never counts. You’re a straight A student, but have a D in one class: that’s what colleges will ponder on.
Tell me I am nothing
That's what everyone else does
Tell me that I am crazy for falling in love!
Call me insane, because that is how I feel
being in love when the love is less than real
My dear, it's quite alright to be anoxic
I promise you, I truly understand
When feelings get so strong as to be toxic
I swear to you, I'm here to lend a hand.
She saw me once standing there, helping her mother
out of the bus and she smiles at me with her crooked teeth.
Her blonde hair waves to me in the frisky wind
And her purple blouse screams to me diva in one direction
A island.
I need nothing but my past.
I have no more expectations for the future.
I want nothing in the moment.
Its like i want you to stay here an let my mind be at ease, but its hard to please when my heart is at need
The children are dyingand their mothers are crying.The kid took a bullet through his headright over his bed becausehe dreaded waking upto go to school in the morning.The teachers are scorning the kids
Anxiety.
One of the many things,
That can drive me insane.
Consistently waiting for something,
Or in my case,
Someone.
What is there to say when the world's gone astray?
What's there to fight when the government leans right?
What reason to cry when all rivers run dry?
What's worth the pain once I've gone insane?
It's worth the love
There's something wrong with my head.
I don't know what – Just that it's hurting.
It doesn't usually feel so full
That it's fit to bursting and burning.
I don’t want to die
Not for the pain, but for the loss
I don’t want my absence to leave a gap in the cosmic fabric
I don’t want my family to leave flowers at a marble cross
I don’t want to die
So many stresses,
Day after day after day!
It makes my head hurt!
The pain in my head
Can feel like a volcano
Filling me with dread!
Welcome to the quiz. There will be three items, each a different type of question.
Scores will be determined by honesty and creativity.
Respond to the best of your ability.
Life is no fun when you're counting it by the hours
Life is worth living when you’re gazing at this flower
Of what has become and what’s going to be
It stands bright and strong after stung by honeybees
My hands are always full
I don't want to be successful
I don't want that at all
I don't want a big house
Of which I've paid off every ounce
With my supportive spouse
Stop.
Rewind.
I didn't just wake up at 5 am
to sit in a classroom full of people I can't look in the eye
I didn't answer that question with spam
I'm not thinking about the face somebody gives to you
As summer rises
on a winter's blow
I see a dead man's journey
far below
for who could tell
when my brain bunched
right when the time
suddenly crunched
Or perhaps after
paint my skies with brilliant shades of blue
College
Something that is supposed to help us grow.
But at the age of 17, I'm supposed to pick my career? How would I know?
Everyone gives their opinions, like one is better than someone elses.
Stress is a failure to comply with opinions and due dates.
Stress forces procrastination.
Stress brings even the strongest to their knees in times of need.
Stress is an unfortunate destination.
Even the greatest-
scientists, engineers, painters, astronauts,
walk across crowded streets,
surrounded by everyday people
with everyday troubles,
suffocating on the smoke
of their own personal
You trudge through the daily life,
budge through to make a life
Try to say goodbye?
It doesn't work that way
you've come this far just to dig your grave?
You're smart.
You know the nights
where your eyelids droop--
but you don't fall asleep, no,
(you could only wish),
instead you're just numb.
Back to school brings supply lists from ten teachers a mile long each,
packets of homework an inch thick,
a state test that interrupts math class,
a project due tomorrow,
Einstein may have once said"Everyone's a genius.But if you judge a fish byIt's ability to climb a tree,It will live its whole lifeBeleiving that it's stupid."
There's more truth than you think to that.
My hands fell on morning
Hard leather, cigarettes
Tint midnight memories.
Smoldering red sun snuck
Up on me. Heartbroken
Mother draped in her gown
Waves me off. From my home
The College Board.
What a horrid name for an
equally
horrid institution.
It decides our
futures
based on the experiences of our
pasts
to guide our
presents.
It presents us
Oh how i love this
this feeling of falling apart
breaking down
its peacful knowing
and its merciful not knowing
the innocence of not having a wall
of being completely and utterly vulnerable
Take those classes
Sudy hard
Get an "A"
Okay I get it.
Join those clubs
Get out there
Socialize
Alright I get it!
Scholarships
My hairs a mess
My body is stressed
My makeup is smeared
My eyes are teared
My mom is in another state
My heart has had all it can take
My little brothers live with my dad
They misbehave and are bad
On the first class meeting of my freshman year,
I was told that when you leave highschool
you are two numbers.
SAT:
GPA:
keep up your grades,
stay out of trouble,
get involved.
And it's not the cute kind of fear,
not the kind with butterflies and giggles.
It's the tyoe that puts a lump in your throat,
i can hear my heart thrumming
No, I don’t know
I don’t know if I did “good” on the test.
I don’t know if the teacher liked my essay.
I don’t know what my grades are.
I don’t know why I’m sad all the time.
The rain in the back of my head comes from
The pain that festers in my heart.
My disdain towards myself makes me bleed more
Then a stab to artery and vein. I bleed
Somehow out of this bright, illuminated room a fog began to seep in.
It began like a low, slithering snake,
then rose up and swallowed the space whole.
I couldn’t see,
I couldn’t hear.
Running,
farther faster harder.
Stretch it, push it.
Break it.
Keep moving never pause for even a
moment, when you’re on the edge
I'm running around and my head starts to spin,
My chest starts to feel like it's closing at its seams
another day I wait
For another fresh take on the fundamental question of 'What is Today?'
I don't mean the day of the week or a arbitrary holiday
I mean of life
Why do i feel like I'm suffocating?
If I could make the flow of my hands just a bit more....smooth.If I could make the pictures last long enough in my mind to take the time to draw them perfectly.
My heart is breaking,
my faith is shaking,
too much is what all of this stress is taking.
Can't calm down,
can't look around,
on the outside I smile.
On the inside I frown...
So tired of life,
You wouldn’t guess its st. patrick’s day
Not with all these faces
Frowning in stasis
Tears in our eyes
We just keep going
No recognition for one another
Only stress in our minds
Why is it that Wile E. Coyote always gets smashed by an anvil?
Why is the anvil used in a negative connotation?
Why is there an anvil shaped shadow above my head?
Anxiety:A seven letter word thatKnocks the wind out of me every timeI am called to attention
Second chances, second tries, fresh opportunties.
But I'm like a broken record, there's never a new me
Keep on doing the same thing, keep on fucking up things.
Always the same pain, the same stress the same ordeals.
Sometimes I feel surrounded
Sometimes I feel bombarded
my world seems to be crashing down
but it doesnt seem to make a sound
I cry for help, but help somehow flees
I just wish I was a word upon a page, safely out of reach, one quickly scanned over and subtle to a degree that with it the story is magnificent, and without it the story is broken.
I will take hundreds before I find the perfect one.
It is imperative to pick the correct filter.
It needs to make me look tanner
while also concealing the bags under my eyes.
You know stress?
Worry?
That panic that grips your chest and rips you apart in the middle of the night?
Because thinking about the future incites this feeling of needing to explode because you're not ready.
Caress
Stupid
Maybe
It was Simple
Something that was so easy on my nose
The spoon fell
Trying to balance the egg
I am drawing a line
incredibly thin
across my chest,
longer than my arms that quiver,
beneath all of it
beneath all of it
thin thinner
I become
thin thinner
my hair falls
I am waiting for the day or even the moment when someone looks at me and instead of saying I look upset or worried or just plain stressed out… all of which pry is true but I am waiting until that one person looks at me, realizes the truth
My last day of summer.
There's such a bitter sweet feeling to this day.
There's a couple different ways to look at it:
As I called it;
The last day of summer
the last day of 4am phone calls
I could wipe off 90% of that so called beauty with a kleenex...
I see that your outershell is gorgeous
Underneath that.. It's pure ugly
No.
Not your face.
Your insides. Your guts. your soul.
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February 2014- 15-year-old Jack Chen
A single note vibrates into being
and extends a hand to the shape huddled on the ground,
Your eyes used to be so bright
They looked straight forward
Unnerving but more alive than all those around you,
They used to look so colorful and awake
What changed you?
Was it the people?
Who is to blame when I feel this sinking tugging pressure is it me or is it her or him or all of them or this whole world that centers on grades and looks and Internet?
Life hasn't been seen
At the age of sixteen.
Yet decisions must be made
Before the choices can be weighed.
When you wake up in the morning, and you have to go to work
But you were up late last night writing, and your fingers really hurt
You work at a local deli, cutting and slicing bread
I am in a prison
Enclosed by the stress
To be someone, to succeed
This cage is getting smaller
I need some release
Just as soon as I am about to suffocate
I sit here watching the clock tick by
the time fade away
Am I wasting my time?
Am I fulfulling it?
I can feel the weight on my shoulders
It's starting to control me
but it must
A smile on the face is my disguise...
the truth is hidden behind my eyes...
never was i good at emotional epression...
never did i want anybody to ask questions...
My head hurts.
My bag is heavy.
I feel it pull my shoulders down
to my aching feet; To the ground.
My back, oh my back.
The brisk wind slaps me.
My bones ache.
My body stiff against the attack.
The soul rings and shakes in joy everytime,
Intitates the keys that plays on the organ,
Not noise, but sounds of praise,
Great is the grace you have given this life that is not my own,
Stand tall, straighten your toes
Student,
Your strides should be steady steps
Forward
School is a necessary distraction
Present your projects, prioritize,
I am twisted
I am new and different
yet, blind to the new body that is my mind and soul
I am fear
I feel fear
I can't think anymore
I don't trust myself to think
Anxiety like
sugar in my veins
forces my weak knees
to rattle.
Bumping the desk in front of me
as I slowly undetectably lose focus.
Undeniable to the students
near to me, but unnoticed
Staring into space
Troubled, confused,
BROKEN.
There is no future left
Shattered into millions of pieces
Like Prince Rupert's Drop.
This is what was believed by many
Yet, tis not true
Perfection
Be on time.
Make no mistakes.
Do not cry….Smile so fake
Daily routine.
On the go,
Hide my feelings. Keep stress levels low.
Do your work.
I feel it coming like a wave
about to crush me.
the pain of having nothing.
All these worries to worry about
I get all strung up and i wanna pull my hair out.
I'm always stressed.
I wanted to be a professional juggler by the time I left high school
I wanted to make a name for myself by juggling five things at once
Classes
Sports
Friends
Family
Sleep
Then I dropped sleep
The hours run into days
The days drone into years.
When will I finish this endless race?
"You are going to succeed and do great"
"We all have such high expectations"
My family brims with pride.
Pay no attention to the girl behind the curtainCuz boy I am certainYou'll have a little more interest in the one who's out flirtin'That twitch of her hips, you want her so bad it's hurtin'
I miss being a kid when life was fun
Now all I am is on the run
Trying to hustle and work to come up with that tuition money
From a distances I'm just like you
Get to know me and I'm a little differet
Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.
—Albert Einstein
Class, class, class. School, school, school.
They tell you this, play by their rules.
You play the game, you take a roll.
Throw the dice, you never know.
Hoping that you land on the envied square.
Stay,
Go,
Come back,
Leave.
You're the tide during a summer storm,
Crashing in and out of my life.
Slowly pulling out, ever the controlling recluse, taking grains of sand with you,
Darkness engulfs me as I sit among the silence,The stalwart panging emotion of vagrance.This feeling so strong stinging me like a bee,Desperation seeming to overwhelm me. Anxiety discovers a path to my brain,
As the night settles, it begins.
Slyly, creeping deeper into my psyche
Darkening, the rims of my thoughts.
Slowly, swallowing my heart in captivity.
As the shadows crawl,
the creaking floor boards
Stressed out,
Can't breath,
Barely a thought,
I can conceive.
If not one thing,
It's the other,
Life is,
beginning to smother.
I might be drowning,
I don't know,
Stress is what is on my mind..Unsure of what's to comeUnsure of where I will goUnsure of what I will becomeStress is constantly attacking meNot being able to make my parents proud
The world is a beautiful place.
Maybe it’s that belief
that always gets me in trouble.
I spend my days
in this constant
awe
at the world,
in people,
in how wonderful
They say it happens all the time.
High school.
They say everyone gets made fun of.
High school.
Why is it that mankind can never truly find happiness?
It can be grasped for brief moments in time before it disappears once
i need to freeze this plane and travel to a parallel plane
and then return and pick up life where i left it when i'm ready
hibernation
but when you hibernate the world keeeps up spinning
Am I still a child?Still having to ask for permission when no one is aroundAnd being told "You're grown", but always being shut down?
Mid-Terms
Faceless demons walk up the aisle
The air conditioner monster spews out liquid ice with a smile
Next to the cold unforgiving 2x3 desk in classroom 104
"It’s fine, don’t worry about it."
Are always the first words to come out,
"It’s all in your head, you’ve got this."
While wanting to spill your lunch on the floor.
Hands shake and arms quake,
I'm here for you.
Know you are not alone
And that I am here.
Let go of that razor,
Those pills,
That gun.
You will make it through this.
I believe in you.
You just need a friend,
I screamed. She was never seen. See what she lacked I carried and what I lacked she held onto so dearly.
I don't like it.
Not at all, I don't appreciate this.
This immense hatred, and dislike.
That is all towards me.
Why? I must ask why...
Why am I the target, of all,
Your hatred?
Why Can't You Sleep?
Why can’t I sleep?
WHY can’t I sleep?!
Let’s see how well you sleep with a gun pointed at your head.
it's early.
my phone buzzes numbers at me and my mouth says, "get up get up get up," while my mind says stay here stay here stay here.
I used to think I loved you
I used to think you cared
I used to think "this is it"
I used to be so scared
I used to want to be your all
I used to think you did too
Childhood
Be good
Take your nap
Eat your greens
Too many sweets
Makes you sick
Running wild
Making up games
We live without shame
Playing princess
And Power Ranger
What would you do,
What would you say,
If someone said to draw your troubles away?
Would you paint landscapes of fire,
Momma told me nobody would understand me...
I remember on day in the black light momma told me to old on tight...
Inside my head,
I mean a little more.
Inside my head,
Personality is at war.
I dream to be outgoing,
Both pretty and sweet
Everyone wants to be my friend
When I'm inside my head.
Once upon a dream
She lived Lavishly,
Where happiness felt clean
To the soul of purity
Invited all in unity
They laughed endlessly
Enjoying the offering of peace
In eternal divinity
Collapsing under the pressure of knowledge,
Sleeping starts to sound way better than college.
As I strive to have my educational needs met,
the more frustrated I seem to get.
Nobody understands me.
Not my momma, my brother, my boyfriend, my sister, my auntie, my cousin, my best friend.
They just don't get it.
They are oh so proud of me, but they don't understand.
How high can you fly?
White like the new moon,
My bird in the sky;
Singing a sad tune.
Why are you alone?
Stress
The day to day hustle .
School , friends , work .
I feel like my worlds about to end , so much to do I can barely breath.
As I sit I realize the ambition I have to make it in this never ending world.
Her small hand touches the moist fabric of my shirt,
wrapping her arm around me as if she forgot how to comfort me.
I don't blame her.
She's right. We don't know each other anymore
Only seven weeks ago
You were just a dream
A figure of my imagination
With it bursting at the seams
ONE JOB. . .
One hope,
One ambition.
Is what we are made to choose,
during our high school days.
Before we are 18,
and can legally smoke.
Before we are 21,
This week I feel funny. I feel out of place, underdressed and alone. I feel a little bit like sticky hands that you can't wash. I can't shake this feeling but for some reason I don't mind.
This is what the front line is like
A line where all have stood at points in life
A trial of tears, stress and pain
Deception is an ugly site
There is some sort of delight
Going through so much
Day in......Day out.... fatigue overwhelms my emotions
When does it stop?
Did I cause this or bring it upon myself?
I spend hours writing to clear my brainNothing makes me feel the sameI'll even do it on the trainOn my way to work, or in the rainUnder an umbrella, or even SpainI like to do it when I'm stressed,
Everybody says, “Life isn’t fair.”
Governor Quinn & other politians, shout, “We should all go to school, go to college!”
The life of light is sweet,
The still of dark is not
As I sit here and weep,
My heart begins to rot.
My life without a smile,
The life of light is sweet,
The still of dark is not
As I sit here and weep,
My heart begins to rot.
My life without a smile,
It's nine A.M..
You're awake,
but you don't leave your bed
because you have so much to do,
Trying to get ahold of my books and
Failing.
Scattered papers
Stretched binds of books
Scraped binders.
Exposing my strengths and weaknesses.
Scrambling.
You cannot hide the feelings.
You cannot crumple them up and toss them in the trash like you do with a love note that failed to love.
If the weight of college were lighter
And if the walls of debt were wider;
Easier students breathe,
She deserves all the world has to offer.
How dare I not give back to the woman that gave me life.
No matter the situation she was there for me.
Oh hated homework!
The constant worry and stress
Fuss and mess
Taking away precious time
Repeats of schoolwork
Work and more work,
Task and another task,
Deadline and just a continuing chain of things to do,
What's the use of it all?
Is there no such thing as a break?
Of course not.
It was another bad nightAnother resort to my pad nightI can’t even write, I’m so tired…But it’s the only way I can nod outIt’s like a high to me.
Sadness and Stress, is it for the best?
Consuming my world in a false happiness.
Is that what I need to really succeed?
I don't feel any joy, all I feel is greed.
When I was a small child I would dream
I would dream reams ha woul ake me far off,
the dreams made me an astronaut on a space ship
the galaxies were mine to control, i wold surf the skies
Stress
If I could personify
Such a thing as Stress
I would call it dark
Or maybe even Bright
As to blinding it victims
from all that is not it
If I could personify
The days drag on
As my knees scrape the ground
Because I’ve lost the will to stand.
“Stand up.
Run faster.
It’s not that hard,
You lazy ass.”
They scream from the sidelines.
Do they not understand
Do they feel the stress behind our eyes
Do they feel the expectations weighing down on our shoulders
We do.
We do not realize that you want the best
We feel pressured
the beauty of simplicity is an art in itself
toes touching the dewy summer morning blades of grass
We are born into a world of infinite possibility.
Right from the start we are putty, little balls of soul made of faith and trust and pixie dust
I feel as if, if I let a tear drop my body would erratically shatter. To bite the bitterness away with coldness. To repress the said with utter and complete numbness. To shiver away the sense of alone. To drift off and never return.
Have you ever felt alone. You could be around a crowd of people yet feel like your the lonliest person ever?
My bag is a boulder
Ready to break my back.
What's a social life you ask?
I have long since forgotten now that teachers dictate mine.
"School is more important." is what they drill into your mind.
Not I, not I, push me aside
Light splits where aspirin headaches shine
I feel it pulsing, breathing inside:
The monster, her emerald eyes.
Mrs. and Mr. say she’ll subside,
A tear falls down.
Just one, then two.
I hang my head to hide my face,
But I know he stiffens, closes off, turns away,
Avoids seeing me as he makes his rounds.
Round and round the papers go,
I’m done.
I am so done.
I give up. I don’t know what else I can do.
…it has to end here.
All the scheming
Betraying
“Misunderstanding”
“What possibly do you have to stress about?”
The audacity of
To even question of
Stress is my life
The constant worry, heartache, struggle
Stress
All of the above
Stories, language, homework
learning, learning learning
more, more, more.
No stories, no language, no homework
SCREAMING, ANGER, QUESTIONS.
Blaming, pointing fingers.
You just don't get it
All that I go through.
All that everyone has to go through.
You say, oh you have it so easy.
The stress piled on feels like I am never going to get out from under this.
Seven periods, one break, almost ten hours in school!
The lesson is fast, my brain is now slow, an almost incompetent tool.
The day has begun,
we are in period one,
Damn, nine more hours to go.
You see a Face,
A Statistic
A Number
Another name on a list.
But I am MORE
-A Person.
Stress wraps around my body like a snake.
Assignments pile up making my back break.
Teachers are like slave owners and dictators
Treating us like we are pitiful traitors.
Walking the halls
Is harder than you think
Losing friends
Can happen in a blink
Having stress
And feeling depressed
Are all the things
I'm trying to express
“I’m sorry, is my class boring you?” my teacher snaps at me.
No, ma’am, but the time I went to bed last night is a complete tragedy.
I sit in my bed contemplating sleep
It's 3 AM again, but it is so early
I still have to speak to Jefferson about his ideas on federalism
I still need to figure out how to ask Pythagoras about his golden ratio
Measure the lines tangent to the bags under my eyes;There you will find the accurate slopeOf how quickly or slowly depending on how you look at itMy energy is decreasing.
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Who's to blame?We're all just so different,we take it for granted that we're right;point the fingers at anyone elseand mock the system.Just consider this:maybe we have our own way
Your mind is roaming, so full of thoughts. You cannot stop thinking, your mind is so wrought. Constantly doing something for others, expecting nothing in return. Silently seeking happiness and someone elses concern.
It's another one of those days in which I don't know what to think,So I think of everything at once.
Oh shitty shit shit who stands upon thee front class.
Who do you think you are? perhaps an ass?
One who plants stress in my interior
and who thinks is superior.
I yell enough is enough!
Well teachers, you did it.
You succeeded in breaking us.
We’ve been stressed beyond our explosion point,
Cried for no apparent reason,
And have had several mental breakdowns.
Sometimes I find myself watching other students do their schoolwork
However when I look at their faces, I usually don’t see a smirk
You break me,
With every little word you say and every call to action,
Embellishing reward that goes along with.
You say do this it looks good on applications and glare when the class looks on in silence.
Yeah, my brain's getting bigger, But my skin's getting thinner, The test says that I'm a winner, But I'm not. Let me know that this won't last. Tell me that it's just a class, Don't tell me about all the past, Leaders of the land.
A rush and it's over
Cars flash by, lights blink shut
Candles flicker, sound crashes along
And my head whirls with
The Speed of Light
A world that never stops moving
Never sits and thinks
Nights spent in a coffee cup
one light on in my head.
Bleary eyes scouring the book
I might as well be dead.
From lack of sleep
lack of life
can I get one second?
I need to close my eyes.
I'm like a child who cries itself to sleep,
but instead of crying, what I do is think.
I think myself insane, analyzing every bit,
until my heart rate quickens and I work up a panicking fit.
I do everyone else jobs without complaining
I do all these things for you, for what, tell me what am I gaining
I fail to realize that I have a voice that should be heard
The sun has peaked and at its highest
Here still I am without a clue to life even in the slightest
This window, fogged, scratched, and tattered
Tinted black, without a chance to flee from its fetters
Do I look hot?
Doesn’t matter, I’m Late
Shit, I forgot
To watch my weight
I tried my best
I got a 58
I failed that test
So I guess I just ate
Don’t think about it
This is my fight
My reason to write
Music is my voice
and the world is my audience
I'll speak my wisdom
through a riff and a song
and when the world turns their ears
I'll show them the wrong.
You're not allowed to be a kid anymore; no more fooling around, be serious;
every move you make from here on out will affect the rest of your life;
When I am weary and tired of worrying,
I take a look at my phone and see what
new vine is spreading.
I distract myself from a heart
beating too fast
and a mind reading too quick
oh stop -
Clench
Unclench
Clench
Unclench
And the piano pounds on and on in my head
Oh ouais
Je m’amuse
How can I not be?
Your French sounds like a foreign language
Stressed, sweaty palms, have I mentioned I hate tests?
I've literally done great all year, better than my best.
Great grades, perfect attendence, and always on time,
But the term "neccessary evil" is what comes to mind.
She screams without noise
She cries without tears
She sits in a world alone
Left drowning in her fears
…………………………………………….
Lines before whiteSweat on a pencilFingers in hair
Graphite sweat
The first bold wordsThe first eraser marksInsipiration not there
Graphite sweat
Molding the clay.
Designing the report.
Inserting the injection.
Many things can not be studied.
crashing and bashingillegally found, stolen, and lostall in one single, setted dayremaining remainders remind us of researchre-inventing, re-intended to re-bring us all back home
The water gets high,
my oxygen is low,
I'm barely getting by and I've nowhere left to go.
The heart beats,
blood races,
body heats,
surrounded by bruised faces.
Hush,
She is lost..
Lost among the days of old, banned from the days of new..
Like a wanderer in a maze..
Time passes by
Is it already October?
The school year goes on and on
And I'm trying not to get left behind.
I work hard to finish the work,
to have time for games and floor bonding.
How much easier it would be if I were not lonesome,so rooted in my happy lonesome,cornered with no feelings that someone's happiness might be dependenton me.Alone in my encounters.
Gears keep turning, fires keep burning
Water keeps churning, I gotta start learning.
Learning how to stand up
When the world beats me down
Learning how to man up
Even when I'm pushed around
Up all night worried about this moment.
I just need to pass.
I stare at the students faces as the each get their paper back.
One by one relief, fear, stress
all fretting over this one measly test.
Undying feelings,
Never rested eyes,
All these feelings that fit in my life.
Academics, Home, Chores, Parents, Love, Divorce, and College,
A never ending stream.
Thoughts and feelings,
i feel like a dandilion in field of sunflowers, like ive been standing in a dark room for hours. No one really understands, because instead of me wearing my emotions on my shoulders i hold them in my hands.
Why?
Why am I afraid to speak?
Why am I afraid to prove I've excelled,
Out of misguided fear that I'll appear single-celled?
Success is what happens when you reach your peak,
Day after day,
I feel that nothing will change
Like the tide that draws in
Or the waves that crash onto the shore,
Only to return to the sea where they belong,
That is how I feel life has become.
You had me really scared and disappointed
But we're passed that
Our relationships got ups and downs
Like the NASDAQ
Late nights when no one else would
You'd let me crash at
The crib throwing fibs to those
Is it truly possible
To feel old, torn, and worn out
At the age of 17?
Feeling as if life is an ocean
And you’re swimming, trying desperately.
Trying to keep your head above the water
Let Me Be Free
Pressure rising
Stressing, crying
Struggling to find my way
Separate houses,
All I need is
Time to get away
No more hiding
It's time I got my way
A “balanced teenage life”, they say
That’s what is best, without a doubt
But no one understands that this cliché
Is such a paradox
We just can’t do it all.
Stress is like the Black PlagueIt trickles from the inner most depths of the soul, progressively towards the mind and forms into a monstrous creature that corrupts your entire body. There's no way to fight it , no way to relieve it.
I am sitting in a chair. Firm is my derriere. That's French for your sit upon. I like to sit in the sun. With a warm face and a loaded gun.
Don't try and tell me who I am
I get enough of it by society
don't judge because "you know"
maybe we are the same size but not same shoes
don't assume we're all delenquents
some of us just want help
Once a girl with curly brown hair
showed her mom her very first poem
she tapped her head and told her it was great
and hung it on the fridge for all to see
That same girl 10 years later
Lady with the blues singing sweet tunes,when she's home she feels all alone sitting waiting for the last sketch to create a line she robs time to realize that she's unorganized,the pencil leaves dents near the margin so do her problems but still s
Each lesson puts a dense weight on my chest,
And all of the information blurs together in a fuzzy heap.
My brain cannot filter what I do not fully understand.
Each subject is taught back to back,
The inevitable futures looms over me
On this journey to find myself
To pick a major is to pick a future
As I sit my mind wanders the world of options
Simply hoping to discover what’s next
Lord tell me everything is going to be okay.
That even though there are rules to obey
Tell me that myself, family and friends will remain okay
Tell me that I that I don't have to rely on material.
What's going around seeing life in a different way,
Being the person you want me to be,
Mother wants me to be a good apostolic chirsitan women,
I broke all the rule, Now what?
Drowning, the faded blue on the worn wood
Scattered throughout the ocean so dark.
A once bright ship that thought it could
The saying goes:
“The pen is mightier than the sword”.
She sat there with pen in hand,
and blade in the other.
The latter the perpetrator of the scars on her arms,
Stressed.
It is my consistent mental state
Since there's always so much on my plate.
I feel the consistent pressure to be at my best.
Expectations.
Everyone's are so high
Sand in my pockets, skipping off my fingers, and stuck in my eyelashes, under my tongue and between my teeth.
Just because
4.0 knows the equations of quantum mechanics
Doesn't mean that he is smarter than 2.0
1.0 might not know the terminal side of an angle
Stress
Stress
A manifestation of the unnerving
Stress
The tickle at your side that you wish didn’t hurt
Every minute I sleep
I feel them escape
I got dreams to chase
Funny..I should be sleeping to see dreams
But I rather be awake
When I finally reach where I want in life the moment I could take
You become involved:
Alacritously enslaved,
Momentarily deranged.
You aim to please:
Naturally gregarious,
Unintentionally capricious.
You realize you have needs:
Much too late,
Trying and trying to make yourself better
looking for money in ways that are clever
constantly hearing your parents speech
thinking to ourselves "practice what you preach"
its hard out here
not having a job
My mother lived
at the bottom of a vodka bottle.
Her lungs crystallized
from years of breathing
tobacco instead of air.
She wasn't always sad,
I'm sure.
But I never saw her smile
You Great Dividing Line, you stand so strongBetween two priorities of my life:Do I up my GPA and succeed in academicsOr do I find myself in Christ?
I left them...
Last night I had a dream
the world was ending,
I was reduced to ant size and lived with a snake,
she was friendly but scary,
green and alive,
I am awake now, paying my credit card
Stressed
I have no time to sleep,
I am in far too deep,
This is over my head,
Wish I were in bed,
Stick to head
The rhythm of aggression
Left to right
Consciousness in suspension
Things go wrong
Take it all out on the pad
Flam tap tap
You drive all the neighbors mad
Where should I go?
What should I do?
When do I know?
It’s a scary road,
The college life,
It’s a bumpy path,
The college life.
I’m sorry I’m not perfect
It pains me every day
To know that I have failed you
In every possible way.
I'm on my way,
I have twelve weeks.
I count the days,
Success I seek.
As time passes
I reminisce,
picking classes,
I enjoy this.
I must be strong.
To stand a chance,
I feel the stress of my life flow out of my mind and onto the page.
With the pen gripped tightly in my fingers, I know that everything is all right.
Lalalala I don't know what to do really.
I don't know if to rhyme
I don't know if to squeeze
I don't know....that's something I frequent.
Science is my game
And the more I learn, the less I know.
Paper paper paper
Dead trees piled by me
Homework essays applications
Stress never seems to cease
Will the work pay off?
Think I'm doomed either way
Wish I could just sit
and play video games
My back is aching, my throat is burning, my chest is tight, my toes are cramping.
Copy it.
Paste it.
No plagiarism
No vandalism
No sleep
No shame
Just type, you have a scholarship to gain
My body and soul detached
from the spine that weaves them
sinks and floats, respectively, with no
direction.
Where's my pen?
I need to write
Stressed
Beyond
A
Measurable
Amount
What's the essay prompt?
"Describe yourself"
I'm a mess
Scratch that
I'm
messed
up
the gulf is opened
waves rough and obnoxious
filled with the hopes and the dreams
and the crushed desires
morose days
depressed nights
things that just don’t go the way
you would expect
The blade
to my wrist
I'm alone
I saw with the knife
back and forth
back and forth
It hurts
but not enough
I push harder
back and forth
back and forth
The blood
I sit
I cry
There's so much going on
The yelling
The fighting
It never stops
The littlest thing
Sets me off
School
Homework
Homelife
How do I balance it
Day by day I face an internal outcry that rages
My mind never silent
I dream word of worry
I wake with panic
Day by day I am forced to face life in an undeveloped body
I am judged for my emotions
We are not only friends
But not simply coworkers.
We volunteer our time
To work as a team
In sync with harmony
Sometimes with lurch and tramp
That does not represent
The good side of us.
You may think it is really cool,
But don't just be a fool,
It can be really tough,
But it will keep you out of the rough,
It will make you a success,
If you make sure you pass all of the tests,
Everything is happening
In an unattainable rapid speed
I can’t keep up
My brain is burning
I slam together my eyelids
Hoping to slow
Everything down
Or just make it stop
How is it these days
That kids are expected to act older,
be mature, grow up sooner rather than later?
How is it that kids are treated like kids,
yet told that they need to be responsible?
There's too much pressure
To not fail today.
School, work, and graduation
In May.
Going off to college
Opening the door
Start of a new life
Different from before.
Blank page, blank stare, full pen
New day, new night, some problems
Same hate, same sad
Same place, my mind
My heart is swollen
About to pop, words unspoken
hurt it, make it infected
To be perfect,
Is to gain respect.
To be smart,
Is to relinquish my heart.
As long as I follow the code,
I won’t have to take the wrong road.
To speak with diction,
To talk without conviction,
Large boulders of smoke roll down your throat and coat your breath with the smell of false happiness. Yellow stained fingers cover a frequent cough. You sound more and more like your dog as the days pass.
It's when the vibe in my mind,
is defiened by the time,
and me mood rises above mellow,
when your faced with the fact,
that all enemies attack,
even when the sun burns out yellow,
Half cut vision searches aimlessly for an unknown hope.
Clenched fists’ clutch could render dust from brick.
Smother struggle like deep under water.
Lose grip like sand through an unclasped hand:
I have never been loud,
but I know how to scream
without making a sound
or making a scene.
You start with a thought
and then stir in repression,
and when that starts to work,
Our backs were bent ‘til we were walking
on the knuckles of our souls
The trees were drinking angels’ tears
in the deserts where they grow
And the only time my heart was shaken
was when I threw it to the wind
I just want to scream until my lungs give way
Exploding with the stress I have tucked away
No fight left in me, the spark fizzled out
I'd give any possession to escape this route
My sense of purpose lost
Bang
Bang
Bang
The pounding is incessant
The thunder unceasing
The devil incarnate
Tick
Tick
Tick
“ Mother im bored”
“go play a game”
“ I have played them all”
“ go watch tv”
“ I have watched it all”
“ go read a book”
“ I have read them all”
“Go to the store”
“ I have bought it all”
When the pages of my life overlap,
Like colors, bleeding into one another
Forming an entirely new rainbow.
I don’t know
If I prefer them separate,
Each safe and alone,
Segmented off neatly
Hooded eyes: downcast, afraid
Hunched shoulders, bearing the weight
Sad smile, betraying the truth
The pressure: too much for this youth.
