Redux
my feeling is gloom
anxiety tags along
depression innate
doom is imminent today
i can feel it in my bones
Originally posted 4/13/2019 on I Write Her.
Tag: anxiety
Sharing Essence
Redux
Love me so hard
I forget the pain
I came with.
Free the me
who wants
to return love.
It’s there deep within.
I promise.
I have it to give.
Please occupy
the space
between my molecules.
Filling this
empty,
tainted soul.
Please help me
to release
these demons.
To make the room
inside for all
you can share.
Your strength
meets mine
and helps me rise.
When you’re where
I finally leave;
I’ll be here, dear.
Then it’s my turn.
Your slide to the dark,
my cross to bear.
Originally posted 4/6/2019 on I Write Her.
Fade To Black
Redux
life is waiting
for us to appear
lacking strength
once again
this blanket of doom
intervenes
feeling wrapped up
in cold dysfunction
held hostage by fear
it stakes a claim
on our courage
strangles it
eyes can’t face the day
legs won’t move
a body screaming
with electricity
the weight of the world
too much
retreat the only option
back to bed
we grow accustomed to the dark
Originally posted 4/15/2019 on I Write Her.
Necessary Tears
Redux
another heartache
the drama du jour
feels like the crisis of a lifetime
pounded down by hardship again
residing in a personal hell
oh, what a fresh, hot mess
it’s a lifelong process
a roller coaster of emotions
learning to traverse the pain
facing the trepidation
yet again, overcoming the angst
the release must come
a torrential outpour
of pooled fear
a flood of wet anxiety
thin, clear lines of human sap
so many streams of liquid frustration
until it finishes
after the purge feeling
lost and light-headed
slightly dazed
still riding the after-shocks
mostly exhausted
hope blossoms again
it’s the duty of tears
they lay the groundwork
for repair
to an injured psyche
needing to become rational again
Originally posted 2/18/2019 here on I Write Her.
Excessive
preoccupied while driving long distances
or being kept up at night
faking attention while allegedly fixed
on conversations at lunch
always hidden in my skull
constantly sorting out the information
or reevaluating what’s tucked away
in all the brain drawers
thoughts about the annoyingly plangent
to the mundane and everything in between
the barrage of endless mental whirring
holds me prisoner
torturingly so
while i ache for peace
from these mental gymnastics
Hidden Inside
Redux
panic manifesting
cover required
inside
the world’s gone dark
protection needed
inside
this mental cushion
thoughts held close
inside
blocking out
all the noise
inside
sheltered
by this liquid insulation
inside
Originally posted on I Write Her 12/23/2018.
In My Headspace
the conversations rage
emotions prepare me to endure
the longings for quiet
reach manic proportions
i fear a split from reality
Jia-Li Yang (aka Cassa Bassa)
Safety Or Anxiety
It’s getting harder
to murder someone
and get away with it
Citizens feel safer
It’s impossible
to keep any secrets
while the tech giants
are watching
The anxiety
of being stalked
is real
The Chapel
She wore a black dress
to his funeral
Outside the chapel
the wind shook the pear blossoms
covering her hair and back
She walked that walk again
wearing a wedding veil of white petals
Pure and eternal
She saw her groom again
still and peaceful
Masterpiece
The land meets the sky
blue on green
The ocean meets the sky
blue on blue
The sun cuts himself
bleeds liquid gold
The palette is ready
for a masterpiece
You Made Me A Better Writer
If we are living the fairytale
I know
I would stop writing
This feeling of lack
this sense of tragedy
keep me digging deeper
into the human condition
For that
you have made me a better writer
Give No Reason
The sun gives no reason to shine
The rain gives no reason to nourish
Children give no reason to laugh
Kitten gives no reason to be cute
We give no reason to love
Being who we are
is enough
Philosophical debate
is such a waste of time
Why don’t we just be
and be happy
that we are
who we are
~~~
China-born Australian writer Jia-Li Yang (aka Cassa Bassa) loves people and writing. She authored a collection of micro stories The Scars We Don’t See; poetry anthologies published by The Short of It, Raw Earth Ink, Prolific Pulse Press, EIF, Literary Revelations. Cassa blogs at https://flickerofthoughts.com. She was first featured in 2022. You can find her previous work HERE.
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Being Social
released from bondage
shedding all the made-up style
letting pretense slide
Goutam Dutta
Development
A home is razed…
On hitherto tranquil space
A hundred apartments.
Natural Contrast
Outside the window…
Cooing in unison
Pigeons black and white
Troubled
Morning serenity…
Awakened by
An anxious mind.
A Cup of Tea
Cloudy skies
A cup of tea, rusty-red and smelling of the earth
Monsoon flush.
Changing climate
Less rainfall…
All the darkness
On the faces of earthlings.
Meet
Old friends…
Wispy smoke from the teacups
Warms up their chatter.
Darkness
Dazzling city lights….
All the darkness
Inside lonely hearts.
~~~
Goutam is passionate about poetry and writes whenever something or someone touches his heart. His poetry finds space in a number of anthologies, including The Sound of Brilliance. Hues of Life (Notion Press) is another collection of his poetic works. Living in Kolkata, India, he can be reached at gdutta17@gmail.com. Goutam was first featured in 2020 and then again in 2022. You can find his other features and reblog HERE.
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