Instincts shrink when love is on the table for instincts are for survival And love is for a dying in the grandest ritual possible And although as my gut tells me Warns me to be on my guard Cautioning, my brain is mush And so is my own heart - Dampen my instincts then, Love, have me be ******, Take all of my very existence, Sacrificing survival on insistence.
life full of meaning when your name enters my mind. screen of black lit up with your simple calling, a token of your thinking of me. smile spreads across and stomach becomes uneasy... i want to shout; shout it to the world this gut feeling. it whispers to me: "you love him. you're in love with him. tell him. tell him and he's yours." only i can't say anything. it's simply not my place to.
one of the hardest thing is loving someone you can't be with...
Something to be learned From my gut But focus too hard and that tension will cause my gut to shut the **** up. And sometimes I want it But until I listen I know I stay haunted By a gut that churns and yearns to upchuck the truth. Just learn the truth! It burns in you! But still I tense and squeeze and search for keys Search for meaning, search and plead We make believe while our guts clench and scream You are the truth! Its only you! And its only me Because we cause what we see Just like the fish cause the sea And the sea caused the fish In an age old wish for self You see identity just builds itself It has no real base in some impermeable self Its the illusion of self That swells from relation Because yours is not mine and Mine is not yours But apart from all this: nothing is sure! We’re a network of cells distinguished by traits But we form one big gut because we’re one in the same.
Wrote this a few months back. What it meant to me then is different than what it means to me now... My 'gut' is the natural flow, the flowing of my actions as part of the whole, but often my mind thinks and thinks and thinks it knows better. Thinks and fights. And thats when we lose our true Sight.
I can't bring myself to write about you. I'm so tired of chasing you Out of the cobwebs in my exhausted brain. My limbs are made of lead. My fingers and toes are freezing and cracked From dehydration. My back hurts like I'm 98 years old And to tell you the truth that's how old I feel Right now. I am SO ******* tired of the right now; I keep burning calories Just thinking you away And I don't have any to burn Because I didn't eat today. The thought of food nauseates And disgusts me. I found you hiding in one of the dusty corners of my mind And I didn't want to see you Because I remembered EvErYtHiNg About the first time we met. I gagged on the bile that rose with the flurry of butterfly wings In my hollowed stomach And raced down Giddy Avenue without pumping the brakes. I didn't want to, **** it. I was compelled to Purge you out of my system.
Just break up with me like a regular human being with a backbone. Then, go ahead and delete me from the computer screen in your control tower, you amorphous slime mold.
Here is a response I must give but cannot give to whom must receive it. You feed the need. A yawning dark and deep emptiness that lies within. devouring everything it touches dragging to its depths an eternity of punishing hunger, wild and intense gnawing away at the fabric of my mind, an emptiness that desires you your presence,your warmth, your smell, your very soul. to placate, to fill I crave for you. a yearning so maddening, it is frightening But even as you fill, you increase the emptiness. crazed and rabid, I desire you still. an ache as tangible as it is visceral as painful as it sooths as though I am caught in a fevered dream tell me my perception from your reality you feed the need, even as you cause the hunger still.
Wondering if this is the day Maybe you decided to just slip away. You haven't called this morning to simply say. Have a good day bae. I call but there's no answer. Guess your too busy today to be there. Guess today you just don't care. Emotions are left suspended where. Just hanging somewhere. If you find it difficult to say goodbye. Still doesn't mean my heart won't cry. Resuscitate. When ever I thought we were doing great. The sweet way we like conversate. Seems we be getting along well able to relate. Next thing I know you'd say you'd call me back in a few minutes. And it'd be many hours after pushing me to the limits. Feelings of us ending revisits. Feelings of losing is like dying. Resuscitate. Shallow emotional Breathing. Then your calling like all is fine again we're talking. Never admiting.. Pulse and respirations needs to be taken. Palputations..Resuscitating.. Rightly breathing breaths shaken. Thoughts of leaving. who will be the first to make it a goodbye. Resuscitate before its too late...Beautiful conversations are all a lie. Stumble.. rocky.. deleting..unfriending..unbelieving ..Today! Do Not RESUSCITATE.. By SelinaSharday all rights reserved. S.A.M 2018
should you get those gut feelings someone you like is leaving..should be leaving or you should be leaving.. even if it seems good appears good like all is good.