Repairing Anxiety
Attempting to be the pensive poet.
As burdens mount themselves upon my back,
Like an old wood bench holding too much weight
Around the nail supports, I start to crack.
Deep and diffused are those breaks that I hate.
These are times when I wrongly pass the blame;
My destiny not sure of her true course,
Not learning from the history I claim,
With haste I can define the untrue source.
But, with further pondering I can see
That the true cause and the definite solution
Both lie within the same entity—Me.
Now I am free of my mind’s pollution;
Thus, I’ve mended my troubled emotion.
Soothing it. I’ll console myself. Devotion.
I is the most important word in the dictionary. I equate your “Me” w/I. John Lennon said,”There aren’t any problems, only solutions”,check. You claim your destiny and then give her her own identity. 1st to 3rd person, I am not sure, presented me with a welcome challenge as far as my readers senses made sense. The blame game is bogus currency and you are credited for knowing it early on in your life and in this sonnet. Brainwashing is not strictly a negative term, but don’t flood the Lily refreshing her ground. Scrub your elbows and keep on rubbing them with me, the poor and infamous.
If you don’t see the highlight I want to do it again. With ease he does it.
If you don’t see the highlight I want to do it again. With ease he does it.
If you don’t see the highlight I want to do it again. With ease he does it.
Old the nail, deep the blame. My destiny, her course. The solution. Further me, myself devotion. Highlighted, by Mark. Nice feature and in pink. I’m here, to go, to have fun I think…
The blame game is [played with] bogus currency…
Anxiety a figment of your imagination
Runs you down leading to frustration
Hold your reps before you feel the attack
before you say or do something you can’t take back
“I want to hear your pain” you say to feel the disgust
“Pleasure me again” you say to fuel you with lust…
“Stop! Stop! Stop!…” I hear you shout
Trying to imagination The pain it hurts
But there’s no emotion in this sea of direction…
Just a reflecton ….
Of what you already Know…
Zahid Iqbal…MAY/1998
OK, don’t be too hard on me. This is my first attempt at a sonnet and it’s derived from a poem I wrote as a freshman in high school.
Mastermind:
I’ve always got a plan, me the Mastermind
Alone in this world I set out hell bent on world domination
In the darkness I scream out: “Can anyone hear MY rhyme?”
I just need a little help, a little inspiration
It will happen given some twist of fate
She’ll catch my drift and dig my rhyme
They say good things come to those who wait
Just a little longer, pass this test of time
But, I find myself in this same old mess
Different girl same tired old theme
Even so she will always be daddy’s little princess
Who was I kidding, she’s every man’s wildest dream
Now I’m back where I started on my quest for world domination
I just need a little help, you know from the female persuasion
Brilliant KJ! And even more so since it totally speaks to me and probably many others…AFB
Wonderfully constructed!
Here’s another view:
http://www.emaxhealth.com/1020/25/31106/lifestyle-changes-alter-brain-chemical-reduce-anxiety.html
Brilliant KJ! And even more so since it totally speaks to me and probably many others…AFB
I is the most important word in the dictionary. I equate your “Me” w/I. John Lennon said,”There aren’t any problems, only solutions”,check. You claim your destiny and then give her her own identity. 1st to 3rd person, I am not sure, presented me with a welcome challenge as far as my readers senses made sense. The blame game is bogus currency and you are credited for knowing it early on in your life and in this sonnet. Brainwashing is not strictly a negative term, but don’t flood the Lily refreshing her ground. Scrub your elbows and keep on rubbing them with me, the poor and infamous.
How Old Wwere You When You Wrote This?