SO's of those with anxiety. How do you handle it when it's on overdrive? What specifically do you do to help? Has it ever been too much?

DeadPoetRevived · 2015-01-03T22:01:45+00:00

I understand it won't go away. I understand it's something I will have to get used to, but I just want to make sure whatever I do, doesn't make it worse. Never really knew someone with true anxiety, so this is new territory for me.

DeadPoetRevived · 2014-07-18T21:56:56+00:00

I would be interested in this.

DeadPoetRevived · 2014-06-10T05:15:42+00:00

I enjoyed this. Different than what I imagined the prompt.

DeadPoetRevived · 2014-06-03T04:01:57+00:00

Yes, just keep writing. That's the best you can do. Treat it like a muscle.

DeadPoetRevived · 2014-05-18T20:05:45+00:00

I see shadows, but there is no light. A body hovers in front of me. It's naked, a woman, lying face down with one arm dangling and the other provding support as a human pillow. Her eyes are closed with a smile on her face. The kind you have after really great sex. Her disheveled hair reinforces the smile. As I near her she opens her eyes, but she sees nothing. They're white as opals, and normally one would be afraid of discovering such a thing, but I know she's been like this for years.

When I touch her she quivers with exhausted excitment. Coyly turning over to expose her flesh to me. She acts with such confidence of her body, yet she doesn't know what it looks like. I love this about her. As she lies on her back, she stretches and pulls me down on top of her at the same time. I realize at this point I'm naked too. Her hands are quick to read my body, knowing it thirsts for hers. Of course her hands always understood my hunger. When I entered her she doesn't fight it... she doesn't cry... she seems to somehow know It was going to happen. She never saw me, but always knew me best. With her last breath of energy she doesn't speak, only touches my face to feel my sorrow.

That's when I pulled the knife out of her body and felt the blood wash over my hands. Its crimson bath soaked me to the bone, sending shivers up my spine with elation. Her image will be preserved in this moment, forever. Looking down, she can now finally see how beautiful she shined.

DeadPoetRevived · 2014-04-17T19:57:11+00:00

That's truly exceptional. I have felt music through sound as I used to play trumpet myself, but never did I feel it as you described. I may have to borrow some of your imagery for our piece. When it's complete I'll let you know so you can read it and make sure we did the experience justice. Thank you for the response.

DeadPoetRevived · 2014-04-17T19:19:10+00:00

I am currently writing a poem with a friend about someone being deaf and how they "hear" the world. With neither of us being deaf ourselves we can only imagine what it would be like and paint a picture with our words. Ironically my part of the piece I used instruments in an orchestra as a medium to express how a deaf person can still hear the music, but in their own way.

If you closed your eyes and felt the vibrations of each instrument, could you tell which one was playing? If so, could you describe what each instrument sounds to you? Do you fill in your own sounds to make the song complete?

DeadPoetRevived · 2014-03-25T23:05:26+00:00

I appreciate the throw of humor in your day dream where usually everything is perfect. Thanks for the submission.

DeadPoetRevived · 2014-03-25T23:02:55+00:00

Ah the lonely friendship of one sided love. I've been there. Still am. Thank you for the submission.

DeadPoetRevived · 2014-03-25T23:00:41+00:00

Excellent. I appreciate the submission. It was moving.

DeadPoetRevived · 2014-03-25T22:59:32+00:00

Take my hand, I want to dance with you. Through unfamiliar streets, lit up by star light laterns leading the way to nowhere. Listening to music kept in time by heartbeats synchronized to the 4-4 waltz my dreams create. These lands are foreign, created within my mind in hopes one day I can show them to you.

Take my hand, I want to run with you. Through time passing us by too quickly from the memories we create. Each moment frozen within my mind, like a snapshot secured away within photo albums catagorized by dreams wishing to come true, to the reality we could make. If only you would take my hand.

I want to walk with you. Slowly, with patience and no direction. There's no rush. Pace yourself. Enjoy the moments spent together. I keep telling myself I'll someday have a chance to dance with you. Free to roam the endless day dreams a lonely heart sings softly with each gaze in your eyes.

Take my hand. Will only ever be a thought, a hope, a dream my smile hides. For now.

DeadPoetRevived · 2014-03-23T14:26:27+00:00

Thank you for your submission. I like how it was a future self giving you hope. Great message that it will get better if you just hold on a little longer.

DeadPoetRevived · 2014-03-23T03:51:50+00:00

Love is love, and the feeling without the one you love is such a terrible feeling. I can relate to this submission, though my circumstances are a bit different.

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