Worry Poems
butter orange paste
by Ella Sophia
the substance tasted sour though as if there’s one who had the chance to have a taste of it .
i can feel pretty . at times , i wonder how it would be like to live a life without worrying about how you look when people try to see your entirety behind their own eyes . i imagine a life of one with no such concern about the time they’ll spend just to blend with other bodies — moving around town . i manage to understand what fits me ; the angle that i must calculate for every picture taken by soul without comparable life , the things that i can waste my time on by doing just to feel normal like the rest .
how can i own up to every spoiled matter that consumed me when i was still living the life i used to own ? must i continue to wonder how comparing everything leads to ruining what image actually exists ? or just to pick up the threads and be whatever i was molded in to be ?
i don't worry for the earth
by Jenna Lee
I don't worry for the earth
when I throw things to the dirt
I think she'll be just fine
I mean, aren't I?
does she think about my worth
when I'm falling, when I'm hurt
after a life of getting it right
why fight?
I won't fear for all the world
I'm just a man, I'm just a girl
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Quicksand
by Author Reinvented
I'm sinking in this quicksand,
And Im slowly losing ground,
But the more I try to fight it,
The more it drags me down,
I'm standing on the water,
Trying not to look around,
Because if I lose my faith here,
I know that I will drown!
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Life is perfectly absurdity
by Sarah A
When you feel lost
In the endless
weight
of uncertainty
Turn to the trees
Listen to the birds
Spin in the sun
Run down a hill
Laugh until
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Terrified
by S. Taylor Chew
When the end comes
I will be terrified.
Terrified that maybe
I didn’t spend enough time in the sand
I didn’t gaze into nothing for long enough
I didn’t strive for more success
Terrified that maybe
I could’ve been more patient
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butter orange paste
by Ella Sophia
the substance tasted sour though as if there’s one who had the chance to have a taste of it .
i can feel pretty . at times , i wonder how it would be like to live a life without worrying about how you look when people try to see your entirety behind their own eyes . i imagine a life of one with no such concern about the time they’ll spend just to blend with other bodies — moving around town . i manage to understand what fits me ; the angle that i must calculate for every picture taken by soul without comparable life , the things that i can waste my time on by doing just to feel normal like the rest .
how can i own up to every spoiled matter that consumed me when i was still living the life i used to own ? must i continue to wonder how comparing everything leads to ruining what image actually exists ? or just to pick up the threads and be whatever i was molded in to be ?
Hope as There is Scope !
by mv venkataraman
Victory may come after injury,
Worry not and feel damn sorry,
Hurry to toil which is necessary,
Bury doubts as loss is temporary !
M V Venkataraman
Terrified
by S. Taylor Chew
When the end comes
I will be terrified.
Terrified that maybe
I didn’t spend enough time in the sand
I didn’t gaze into nothing for long enough
I didn’t strive for more success
Terrified that maybe
I could’ve been more patient
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recital
by Red Brick Keshner
Ribald footprints
of a silent, brooding zitar
rendezvous with an ebbing tide
recalcitrant thoughts wash away
along this sandy shoal.
Quicksand
by Author Reinvented
I'm sinking in this quicksand,
And Im slowly losing ground,
But the more I try to fight it,
The more it drags me down,
I'm standing on the water,
Trying not to look around,
Because if I lose my faith here,
I know that I will drown!
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