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I had panic attacks during rehearsal. There were times when I really thought I wasn't going to be able to do it.

quote by William Petersen
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Panic Attack

Thought I could fake this thing alright
Thought it could somehow get me by
Watching the doctors as they slide
Needles into my eye
Thought I could finally get around
Laughable symptoms keep me down
Faces I see all keep me blind
And now theyre redemptions mine
Now that I cant exchange actions for words
Now that I found these inside fears the worst
Now that I know theres no place left to hide
Can I become all I thought I might
As the leaders who follow the path of whoever was standing round them
Call to say what Im missing and into a detail they always go
Dont believe them but offer condolences under the circumstances
All too often Im missing the spirit to fit in so call me out
Thought I could soundly sleep tonight
Positive clear and breathing right
Panic attacks, panic attacks me now
Seems like a fair redemption

song performed by by Finger Eleven
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I often thought I was in the wrong business. I was pretty seriously thinking of tossing it in before I shot Shine. I do not know why. I was pretty restless, I had been through a bad period of stress induced anxiety - panic attacks - and I was not sure of what I wanted to do.

quote by Geoffrey Rush
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I don't rehearse films as much as opera or theatre. When I began directing films I thought a long rehearsal was a good idea. Experience showed me that the best performance was often left in a rehearsal room.

quote by Bruce Beresford
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Lovers language!

1.Rehearsal for hundred times
how to convey the love,
Meet each other,
Silence - No words,
Eyes will speak,
Lovers language!

2. Rehearsal for hundred times,
Hesitation to convey the love,
Occasionally love fails,
Speak to win!

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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The panic attacks - I still have them. They started when I was around 8. They always have to do with my death.

quote by Patty Duke
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My Hurricane Panic Attacks

The Weather Panic Attacks
Watching every weather station, reading every report
Stomach twisting in knots, knowing my home is to be my fort
Over whelming fear of doom, of this hurricane that's headed this way
Will this be the one, with wall of water that buries all that stay

I can't seem to breath and heart racing, can't calm down, so afraid
Brings me back to early childhood, to where some times I played
Brings back memories of abuse and being held under the dark water
Where I was held off a pier, being pulled under like a lamb to slaughter

I tell myself this will be okay, but deep down I guess I can't reason
I'm so terrified, because they say this will be a bad hurricane season
People don't want to hear the weather report any more from me
They can't feel the terror of what I feel and they can't see

Will I forever be doomed with this curse on my life, the fear and pain
Can the panic attacks begin to go and treat the weather like rain
The storm has pasted, the weather center I must start watching again
To start watching for tropical Caribbean weather all over again!
By Dogs4donna

© 2008 Dogs4donna (All rights reserved)

poem by Donna Nimmo
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I start sweating and shaking and having panic attacks if I am not at home.

quote by Daniel Johns
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Jean Once So Lovely

The frost withers the fields
Her hippocampus shrunken
Amygdales filled with fear
Wrinkles in the mirror
Extra makeup
Internet chatter
Confidence gone
She tries the newest anti-depressant
Afraid of times determination

She embraces self pity
Waits for a bus that’s left
Silent screams for love
She loves no one
Take every ones attention like a thief
Only givers thrive in hard times
Takers suck the air out of the room
Her poetry sighs like dead flowers
Who will take this burden of freedom?
Panic attacks
She shows her sores to every stranger

Jean once so lovely
Now like a scarecrow amidst the crows

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Did. Did You Do A Panic

Did. Did you do a panic.
With a frantic...
Undoing panic?

Did. Did you do a panic...

Frantically?

Tell me did you do a panic.
With a frantic...
Undoing panic?

Did you really do a panic...

Frantically?

Or...

Did you feel romantic?

Or...
Was it really panic?

Tell me did you do a panic.
With a frantic...
Undoing panic?

Did you really do a panic...

Frantically?

Or...
Did you feel romantic?
Tell me, tell me now.
Or was it really panic?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dress Rehearsal Rag

Four oclock in the afternoon
And I didnt feel like very much.
I said to myself, where are you golden boy,
Where is your famous golden touch?
I thought you knew where
All of the elephants lie down,
I thought you were the crown prince
Of all the wheels in ivory town.
Just take a look at your body now,
Theres nothing much to save
And a bitter voice in the mirror cries,
Hey, prince, you need a shave.
Now if you can manage to get
Your trembling fingers to behave,
Why dont you try unwrapping
A stainless steel razor blade?
Thats right, its come to this,
Yes its come to this,
And wasnt it a long way down,
Wasnt it a strange way down?
Theres no hot water
And the cold is running thin.
Well, what do you expect from
The kind of places youve been living in?
Dont drink from that cup,
Its all caked and cracked along the rim.
Thats not the electric light, my friend,
That is your vision growing dim.
Cover up your face with soap, there,
Now youre santa claus.
And youve got a gift for anyone
Who will give you his applause.
I thought you were a racing man,
Ah, but you couldnt take the pace.
Thats a funeral in the mirror
And its stopping at your face.
Thats right, its come to this,
Yes its come to this,
And wasnt it a long way down,
Ah wasnt it a strange way down?
Once there was a path
And a girl with chestnut hair,
And you passed the summers
Picking all of the berries that grew there;
There were times she was a woman,
Oh, there were times she was just a child,
And you held her in the shadows
Where the raspberries grow wild.
And you climbed the twilight mountains
And you sang about the view,
And everywhere that you wandered
Love seemed to go along with you.
Thats a hard one to remember,
Yes it makes you clench your fist.
And then the veins stand out like highways,
All along your wrist.
And yes its come to this,
Its come to this,
And wasnt it a long way down,
Wasnt it a strange way down?
You can still find a job,
Go out and talk to a friend.
On the back of every magazine
There are those coupons you can send.
Why dont you join the rosicrucians,
They can give you back your hope,
You can find your love with diagrams
On a plain brown envelope.
But youve used up all your coupons
Except the one that seems
To be written on your wrist
Along with several thousand dreams.
Now santa claus comes forward,
Thats a razor in his mit;
And he puts on his dark glasses
And he shows you where to hit;
And then the cameras pan,
The stand in stunt man,
Dress rehearsal rag,
Its just the dress rehearsal rag,
You know this dress rehearsal rag,
Its just a dress rehearsal rag.

song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Fallen On Hard Times?

Fallen on hard times?
Harder than those times,
You have fallen on before?
And with more stinging to the knees?

Think of it as a rehearsal to perfect,
A happiness to look forward to.
Since eventually behind you,
Will be left this mess to forget.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With The Omen, I really felt I wasn't in control. It was panic.

quote by Richard Donner
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Relying on Faith

Let faith be your guide.

Many times, I’ve relied on faith
To get through the hour.
I wasn’t disappointed.

Many times, I’ve relied on faith
To get through the day.
I wasn’t disappointed.

Many times, I’ve relied on faith
To get through the year.
I wasn’t disappointed.

Take a chance.
Trust your faith,

Have 'faith' in faith,
And it will work for you.
©

poem by Walterrean Salley
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Cant Trust Neting @ All

my past made me not trust completely
wasn't able to trust anybody fully
YOU made me not trust at all
and i thought i was too strong
thought i wasn't able to fall
thought that i wouldn't allow myself to get hurt anymore
but that all changed when you knocked
and i opened up that door
my past made me not trust
wasn't able to love
and although i know my man is true
even him i decreasingly trust
because YOU were that one
now I hate YOU
and im so pissed off
my past made me not trust most things
but YOU made me not trust anything at ALL

poem by Shilesha Johnson
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FOOL FOR YOU...by talile ali

I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME
THE WAY I LOVED YOU
I THOUGHT YOU WANTED ME
BUT ALL OF THAT WAS UNTRUE

WHATEVER WAS HAPPENING
IT WASN'T FOR YOU
I WAS OUT THERE DREAMING
WHILE YOU THOUGHT ME A FOOL

I DON'T THINK IT'S FUNNY
I DON'T THINK IT'S FAIR
THE WAY THAT YOU TREATED ME
LIKE I WASN'T THERE

YOU ALWAYS HAVE MY CALLS
GO TO THE ANSWERING MACHINE
NEVER REALLY SPOKE TO ME
CAUSE YOU WERE INTO TEXTING

I DON'T THINK IT'S YOUR FAULT
I DO THINK IT'S MINE
THE WAY YOU IGNORED ME
I HAD TO BE BLIND

BUT LOVE IS SO SILLY
AND I AM IT'S FOOL
BECAUSE I DID GO TRAPESING
ALL OVER TOWN FOR YOU

poem by Talile Ali
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Horrifying Panic Attacks

Paralyzed with fear, she can't think clearly
Her mind races back, to when she paid dearly
Back to a time, she sat sobbing in a court room
And heard the horrible things, about her aunts doom

Seeing what one person could savagely do to a loved one
Hearing how he tortured her for hours, until he was done
The autopsy pictures still so clear in her mind
The brutality once more, memories so unkind

She tries to tell herself now, it's only the cable man
But it goes back to another time, to an animals plan
Her heart racing, trembling with fear as he enters
She tries to reason, she's not alone and he plans no capers

She's terrified by this feeling of impending danger
She knows she shouldn't fear, this total stranger
How can one over come anxiety, with a past so brutal
Telling herself they are not all the same is futile

Will these horrifying panic attacks ever end
And will the horror in her life let her mend
She became his victim also that very day
With her anxiety attacks, she's still his prey!

poem by Donna Nimmo
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Drunks Confession

because of my drinking, a life was lost
now i must live in complete remorse.
no one can bring that loved one back
and their family, living with panic attacks.

it does not matter if we're drinking
when we're young or old.
the taking of a life will still unfold.

the thought will always enter your mind
if i had stopped to think
i would not have taken that drink.
that person would be alive today
and with family, and friends they would play.

i did not realize the agony i would sustain
and their family living in constant pain.
i always said that i could control 'it'.
and that's not true.
for when you're high, you don't know what to do.

this is the price that we all must pay
for a life that i took that day.

now i'm waiting for a jury to decide
if i should live or i should die.
i at least put my life in capable hands
but 'the life i took did not have that chance'.

poem by Louis Rams
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Gas Panic!

What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains?
Sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night
I think he don't got a name but I can't be certain
And in me he starts to confide

That my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And if you hear me tap on your window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way

My pulse pumps out a beat to the ghost dancer
My eyes are dead and my throat's like a black hole
And if there's a god would he give another chancer
An hour to sing for his soul

Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on yer window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way

Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on yer window
Then you get on your knees and you better pray
Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on your window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way

Panic is on the way
Panic is on the way
Panic is on the way

song performed by by Oasis from Standing On The Shoulder Of Giants
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Panic In Detroit

Ah oooh
He looked a lot like che guevara, drove a diesel van
Kept his gun in quiet seclusion, such a humble man
The only survivor of the national peoples gang
Panic in detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in detroit (oh oh oh aahh, oh oh oh aahh)
He laughed at accidental sirens that broke the evening gloom
The police had warned of repercussions
They followed none too soon
A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive
Panic in detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in detroit (oh oh oh aahh, ah ah ah aahh)
Putting on some clothes I made my way to school
(oh oh oh)
And I found my teacher crouching in his overalls
I screamed and ran to smash my favourite slot machine (oh oh oh)
And jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights
Having scored a trillion dollars, made a run back home
Found him slumped across the table. a gun and me alone
I ran to the window. looked for a plane or two
Panic in detroit. hed left me an autograph
Let me collect dust. I wish someone would phone
Panic in detroit
Panic in detroit
Panic in detroit
Aoo

song performed by by David Bowie
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I have a big family and had to move them all from the coast of Oregon to New York three times for the workshops and for the actual production itself, which had about a four month development rehearsal schedule.

quote by Gregory Harrison
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