top of page
  • Anxious Poets Society


I keep pulling to free myself From the dead weight Holding me in the past Demons circling around Splitting my pure heart Into shreds for their pleasure I look into the mirror Only to see clouds of black A mist blinding my sight Disguising love as torture That dilutes my core To the point of exhaustion Self-defeat is defeating me As long as I believe it


Andrea Lentz is a 30 year old aspiring writer from Austin, Texas, who has been driving away her life in the food service industry for half her life. She is a passionate, (usually) level-headed yet anxious, red-haired, scorpionic human who is determined to succeed while always drumming to a different type of beat than the world is used to.

#demons #heart #free #dead

7 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

I. Your skin is wet paste sticking to a hospital wristband Under an empty wide gaze that sees nothing. Though I imagine how pretty you must look With your friends at the park, Lying on a picnic table,

blank paper sheets waiting to be filled on the study table, she picked her pen up every ink burst’s her spell word by word, she started weaving kingdom—her utopia. before her eyes, an ethereal scenery

More powerful than a locomotive, able to leap reality in a single bound, it’s a nuclear bomb, it’s a super computer: it’s the age-old strain of virulent addiction. Once in its ravenous and raptor claw

bottom of page