We all can love and care about another as much as our heart* will allow; but when the people we love or care about does not feel the same... it  leaves us all alone with the feelings we STILL have for those people.  At a dead end, with no answer or directions on which way to turn.
                         It's always been an ugly truth that our heart's* wanted to hide from.
             Our heart* already knows the pain that it's about to endure... everyone was born with that.
         Our heart's* know instinctively to sense the emotional feelings from the other person or persons involved... whether we know it yet or not...  rejection is soon to come...
   Most people blow off the feeling of their heart* being swallowed by their stomach when something is gonna hurt their emotional state & somehow that percentage of people make it transparent to their every sense for the rest of their lives; Just so they can have control over the way they feel... still ignoring the fact that they're wasting precious time in their life... when they could be using those senses to wait for the right feeling to come along...
    We hurt ourselves even more by denying that feeling from ourselves; over and over again... running into the same thing; the same feeling of being sad, the feeling of broken heartedness, the same emptiness & loneliness.... over and over again, wondering when the cycle will break.
    In the long run though... after running around and receiving all that heartache and love-dump... we eventually end up sitting all alone contemplating... wondering what happened... and finally it dawns on us... we knew something would go wrong before it even ever did, because of that weird feeling our heart had that we'd ignored. Never ignore something that comes to you so naturally... that's what separates the best from the rest.
      ~Fresh off the Cut on~
              ~07/08/14~
        ~From The Mind of...~
            ~Crystal Rose~
  
=the brain----- a heart can't truly sense anything but blood pumping thru... the brain is what links these emotions to our mind and body and makes it feel like we're sick from our attached feelings of attraction being rejected.

Copyright

I need to stand out
Like typos in a paregraph

All I want to do is be.
To live as close as I can to free,
and know what it's like to taste, smell, hear and see,
and to touch things that live, like a bird in a tree.
But they are not only birds, things that live and int'rest me,
things that are alive come from the land, air, and sea.
To say one form of life is the best, would be a travesty,
For what can make a bird more alive than a bee?
I draw great joy and comfort from life's diversity,
but not only in difference, is founded my glee.
There are things the same in lifeforms, from elephant to flea,
like how we rush to please our instincts, so compulsively.
But unlike the lustful wants of others, humble is my plea,
to pass this genuine love for life from my own, on to thee.

I want me and thee to be free to see an end to travesty and plea that adversity flee, for we to love compulsively and treasure our diversity, live a life so full of glee, that it will suffice to just be.

So I'll give you time
As I stop the clock on me.
Afford you minutes
As my FUNds deplete
May be broke
But I'll wave the fee,
Cause I'm a fool you see.
Embracing the fall
Of this fallacy.
Cause I do this
all in the knowing
that our times up really
And you're about
to say goodbye to me.

When you feel your throat start to burn
     with something you want to say
Coat those words with gasoline
    and start a fire

Don't let them turn into ashes.

They say a full moon can make a person do crazy things. I still don’t know if that’s true; the full moon was last week and, though I can still see it’s shine in your stormy grey eyes, I know it can’t be the reason I have this feeling stuck in my gut telling me to (kiss you) just live.

is different for each meandering
but arises unbidden though there
must be a prompt a spring a welling-
up that begins to trickle down the page
as the current courses down this arm
to fingertips grippimg the pen lightly
but firm enough to make the marks
and trickle a stream to slake again
my thirst.  Wyre ? Ribble ? Mersey ?
Thames ? Rhine ? Danube ? Ganges ?
Amazon - yes immense over life as Amazon.

(c) C J Heyworth