Carrying a Work Load

The feeling of work
crawls along back
sniggers at the brain
the body feels slack.


Words are running
all around my head
and I'm painfully reminded 
of when I can't sleep in bed


There's too much
and not enough
time
but the awful thing is
that really
this work load of mine
is much less than some
but still feel
overcome. 


I need to think clearly
see myself where I am,
where I stand
and see to next week
when I'll be done
but I'm just stuck
here,
and I feel so slow
so slow and dumb. 

The Darkness of Worry

Exam results tomorrow which determine whether or not I get in to uni o.o
I feel sick.

No words
just darkness.
No sound
just worry.
I am stuck
drowning.


Worst of all
I am stuck 
on my own
trying to get out
of my tortured world. 

If You Don't, You Won't.

If you look for worry
problems 
stress
you'll find them
if you don't
you won't.


If you look for flaws
in others
the mirror
you'll find them
if you don't
you won't.


If you look for me
or you
love
acceptance
you'll find it
if you don't 
you won't. 


If you look for half empty
that it will be.

Knocking Worry

I question my health
I question my self
Always finding a flaw
not so much doubt
but a scream and shout
of anxiety
of stress.


Worry,


Constantly makes itself known
all the time
never a break
always thinking
I've made a mistake


Worry,


Tapping on the shoulder
stamping on the brain
try to stay sane
keep telling myself
try to stay sane. 

Knocking Heart

The heart knocks against the chest

like a desperate pounding fist 

striking against a door

while the feet become 

unsure of the floor. 

Aware of it knocking

always knocking

boom boom boom

you can't answer it

bones  are blocking your way

boom boom boom

faster now

boomboomboomboomboom

boomboomboomboomboom

Your nerves shiver 

get me out

get me out of this room. 

Rubber Band Brain

A rubber band stretches 
across the brain
causing slight,
mild pain.


But then.


It's night
head hits the pillow
the band snaps
thoughts held back
tumble forward
with the force 
of a tsunami.


And yet.


The hands of the clock
manage to move
the night continues.

Here Comes the Anxiety

Here comes the anxiety 
here comes the stress
here comes the panic
the worry
and the mess


Then there's the brain
the heart
the stomach
working together
but you feel like torn apart


Light the match
the fuse will burn
just you wait
it might be your turn. 

Worry

When everything
Overwhelms 
Reason and
Restlessness takes over
You begin to fall. 

Work, Working, Still Working

Work on the back of my mind
and I can't seem to find
a way of getting it out.
Do that essay
Word count
You have notes to be doing


I feel that this load
no matter how many times I'm told
will be there
in every spare
moment of time.


Be it school
university
a job,
looking for a job
I will always need to work.
it's crushing
crushing
far far down
I need to build myself up
before crashing to the ground.

Like a Grain of Sand

It's only the 8th blog and I am already struggling to write a poem so you'll have to forgive me if this is terrible or doesn't make much sense >.< 

Inspiration is easy to get
harder to keep
like holding sand,
it can't help but trickle
right through your fingers,
until nothing is left
apart from the mere grains.


What once was a mighty rock
has been worn away
slowly but surely
in those mere grains.


But rocks don't have to worry about
work
the future
love
friends
or the planet.
They are the planet. 


What wears them away
is simply just water.
And even when they are reduced
a fraction of what they once were
they end up on a beach.

Perhaps we can allow
our worries
our stress
sliding away like sand in an hourglass
to become more peaceful
like the sand lying on the beach.