Poetry Pieces

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I knew I should've written it down;

I lost my thoughts again

think I was right thinking

too much into it

I float

I exist in the tornado

eyes once searching, 

now vacant lots to a 

dilapidated building

I like your brokenness.

mine,

just as deep.

I am waiting for the floor to crumble

the ceiling to collapse 

not knowing which step is final

which ankle will roll this time

like coffee is my bloodline,

I'm nervous everywhere; 

waves come crashing, no

stillness in the waters today

for now, I'm perfectly happy 

being not so happy about

being not so happy

Reagan Fleming

12/7/17

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I never really listened to authors when they said that they "need" to write in order to function. I thought that this was a little farfetched and untrue, but I've come to the realization that they're onto something.

Throughout the years (I say as if I'm 50), I've dealt with anxiety and depression. This still feels a bit weird to write that out, but thankfully these topics aren't as taboo as they used to be. Basically, my downfall is when I keep everything bottled up and choose to not express my feelings. This is partly due to the fact that I'm an introvert; I don't think to go to a friend to talk an issue out, I simply overthink it or push it aside. When I'm feeling anxious (speaking of the devil - I am right now) thoughts tend to run rampant in my head and I have trouble keeping up with them. That said, I need to write. And I can tell when I haven't been writing. 

When I feel extra stressed or anxious, I write poetry - that's usually when the words come the easiest. Sometimes they're good, and sometimes they're really not. But for some reason, I wanted to share some of those words with you:

There’s not enough breath capacity in these lungs to exhale out, 

to filter out all my feelings. 

I don’t want them to be my feelings. 

Reagan Fleming

A Poem About Words

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I tend to keep things. Because of this, I have a couple of flash-drives containing old poems, stories, pictures, etc. to make room on my computer. It's a win-win, because I'm de-cluttering, yet I get to keep my documents. As I was looking through one of my flash-drives today, I found this poem below. It was written about 2-3 years ago.

Isn’t it amazing how 

beautiful words sound together?

Alone, they are nouns, pronouns, etc.

but together, now there’s something 

different. 

Words can inspire.

They create a burn in 

the pit

of your stomach. 

They cause you

to act.

 

Or at least have the longing to.

Why don’t we go off of feelings?

That’s something us as a people

have tried to overcome.

“Don’t be led by feelings.

Follow facts and stats, those set in 

stone.” 

That’s all you can trust 

now isn’t it?

Reagan Fleming