Writing

Panic Manic

A Poem by Sindu

Eyes wide, all encompassing lips part, harsh gasps in pulse retaliates, enraged lungs mutilated, suffocated Heart laughs, maniacal..

I'm Not Afraid Anymore

A Poem by Jene'e

everyday feels like dreamingI scream but I can't wake upand the feeling of falling won't stopI'm not afraid anymoreI'm terrifiedeveryday feels like re..

Aphasia

A Poem by Jene'e

A is for Almost, how much I triedB is for Barely, how I survivedC is for Clearly I'm feeling worn thinD is I'm Dying inside of this skinE is for Every..

Trifle

A Poem by TheLastEclipse

Do not trifle on love.

"Breath"

A Poem by "writing by" KS

A poem about a Panic Attack and some of the feelings and emotions that go with it hand in hand.

Postlude: Brewing

A Chapter by Blue Tapioca

Meta conclusion to the foregoing semi-romantic fantasy of the two dear friends. The real life net friendship is over and Emma is bitter and disillusio..

Panic

A Poem by Diana Dirvariu

bitter and dry the love lies float,and sweat builds firmly, quick devote.the lace turns tightly ‘round our necks,and smooth, sharp knives leave..

The Ballad of the Disenfranchised Popcorn Bowl

A Poem by logan

Some of us simply existin a constant state of panic.The thoroughly exhausted girl,with her nerves frayedand her sanity approaching its curtain call,wa..

Shades of Pain

A Poem by Diana Dirvariu

green and blue with hits and sorrowyellow for it heals tomorrowred for fresh and open scarsblack is there if you see starsall the shades of hate and p..

"no noose for a name"

A Poem by stephen dillon

this is very old but i like it still

Panic in the House

A Story by marheart

Every day events can trigger memories. ..

Panic in the House

A Story by marheart

Every day events can trigger memories. Every day events can trigger memories. Make peace wit..

He is coming

A Poem by Naomi Bloom

That feeling when you see the silhouette of your crush across the school hallway.

panic attack

A Poem by art school anarchist

all lights in the background barely breathingthe sound of my breathquick and heavingsweat slowly trickles down my templedon't be roughjust be gentlesh..

There are so many thoughts.

A Poem by Ellen

My first poem since I was probably about 9 years old. I'm 22 now. I used to love poetry. Anyway this just kind of happened at the end of a diary entry..