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Can't Quite Express
There are things that I want to say,
But just can't quite express.
Ruminations and meditations
That I'm too afraid to address.
Like the veil over my eyes
That keeps me hidden from the stress.
To the dark wishes
That I'm fighting to suppress.
Like the fear and anxiety
That I will constantly transgress.
To the past expressions
That I am never going to confess.
Like how everything I do
Gives me nothing but duress.
To the unwavering ache and torment
That’s causing me to regress.
I must profess, I desire to express my stress
Confess to address this abscess, to obsess on
Happiness, to aim for excess and to stop
Living like a fucked-up mess.
Yes, I want to make progress but there are just
Some things that I can't quite express.
There are things that I want to say,
But just can't quite express.
Ruminations and meditations
That I'm too afraid to address.
Like the veil over my eyes
That keeps me hidden from the stress.
To the dark wishes
That I'm fighting to suppress.
Like the fear and anxiety
That I will constantly transgress.
To the past expressions
That I am never going to confess.
Like how everything I do
Gives me nothing but duress.
To the unwavering ache and torment
That’s causing me to regress.
I must profess, I desire to express my stress
Confess to address this abscess, to obsess on
Happiness, to aim for excess and to stop
Living like a fucked-up mess.
Yes, I want to make progress but there are just
Some things that I can't quite express.
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This poem is from the book, ‘Can’t Quite Express’.
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Memory Violation
brain oscillation
no concentration
thought invasion
constant rumination
memory violation
past commiseration
unwanted stimulation
apologetic compensation
fleeting determination
hypocritical deliberation
personality creation
false presentation
total ostentation
needing defibrillation
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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Atelophobia: The Fear Of Imperfection
The fear of imperfection.
The fear of not being good enough.
Crippling inaction.
Stuttered words.
No self-worth.
The fear of failure causing failure.
Not inability, talent or a lack of opportunity.
Just fear.
Just anxiety.
Just unattainable standards.
Standards put upon by myself.
Standards forced upon me by the world.
Others can fail.
Others can be imperfect.
Others can have fun.
Just stop.
Please don’t placate me.
I know ‘no one cares about that stuff’.
I know ‘we all make mistakes’.
I know ‘I’m only human’.
Reason doesn’t stop the thoughts.
By definition a phobia is illogical.
My only solace comes from the diagnosis.
Knowing that I am not alone.
Perfectly imperfect, together.
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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Prognosis
I’m sorry to confirm,
You have a case of thought worm.
Soon they will infect your brain,
With reverberated pain.
They will burrow and squirm
And spread their sperm.
Then their spawn will begin to drain
And eventually you’ll be driven insane
You gotta hold firm,
Cause you’re in it for the long term.
I say it again,
In vigilance you must remain.
Still, you’re gonna end up infirm,
Cause you’re infected by a thought worm.
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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