I write under the name The Anxious Poet — a place to leave fragments, poems, and messy notes on the world. I am a student, often lost in corridors and lecture halls, often found again at a desk with a lamp on.
My work circles around anxiety, loneliness, and the small rituals of survival: a coffee cup, a book spine, the warmth of autumn air. I write in the hope that some of my words can sit with you, whether comfortable or uncomfortable.
I’m not here to teach or instruct — just to share. Some days the poems are quick and nervous, some days they’re slow and tender. All of them are honest.
If you’re reading this, thank you for giving these thoughts a home for a moment.
The Anxious Poet 