Nasty little thoughts
A pinch of panic
A punch of pain
And a whisper of doubt
It’s fun creating demons
Angry little monsters with dark little voices
If you close your eyes long enough
And let them whisper
Let their insidious orchestra climb like notes up your skin
Leave their tiny claw marks on your mind
Little imaginary friends to never leave you alone
You tell a lie
You fake a smile
You close your eyes and feel your anxiety rise
With every action
Anxious little monsters
Jumping with enthusiasm and swirling with joy
Constant companions
Master manipulators
They keep me company
Whisper that I should be alone
Console me with promises never to leave
Evil little monsters that are so fun to create
And so hard to destroy
By Dalia (2020)
About the Creator
Dalia
Thinker. Human. Flawed.
I write in order to share my thoughts, no matter how fleeting they might have been at the time.
I focus a lot on mental health and the effects of anxiety on daily life.
When Big Bands Played on every station 📻
When big bands ruled the world, with live broadcast each night. A slow world. A sentimental world. A world that believed in God. In LOVE. A world after the war that appreciated the small things, the community and most importantly family above all else. What a beautiful world that was of values. If we could only add progression to old school morality then maybe one would have less suffering. A book I read often from the 1950 states “if suffering made the world wise, a wise world it would be” after the world wars what a wise world we were becoming. If progression could meet slowness, like the Italian say “the art of doing nothing” what a peaceful world we would have. Big Bands brought in peace in a time the world didn’t know the end, each night the news goes off, did a love one die? Is your family now just a Jayne or Joe doe somewhere out there? Well forget your troubles we are all in this together- here is Glenn Miller and his Big Bands singing it’s a blue world, the moonlight serenade begins for a hour where you forget your troubles and melt in with the big band. Once the war was over those late night broadcasts became coming home dances. For a moment to me that was a beautiful world. Radio Days. Glenn miller and his orchestra playing live lifting spirits. A beautiful world that must had been for that moment. To be alive and to be appreciative of every second God Has given you.
By La Regina💗Kallie Teresa❤️Mrs.Venturini7 days ago in Poets
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