on its own
Many problems exist in a dormant state, individual or social, they are manifesting like ecchymosis in our life... at times we engage to solve them collectively or personally. While in other cases nature takes care of them as we evolve ...
symptoms of love include:
butterflies in the stomach
intense bouts of joy
fire within the soul
pure joy and bliss
if you have been experiencing any of these symptoms, it is imperative that you express them or they may result in extreme heartbreak
The small cut sits there
pulling at my pain
The tears fall
pulling at my heartstrings
and there is so much more to suffer
as I pull at the symptoms,
the useless situation, I am helpless, help me, but help cannot fix
what my body has come to be
I should have gone to the doctors the moment I realized something was wrong, but there is nothing I can do now but look helplessly at myself.
My body is weary from the aching times that makes me feel like a burden.
My head feels great weight.
My throat constantly sore from screaming my lungs out just to reach out.
My voice has run dry.
My skin sense a scorching sun from within that it aches my insides.
I could see the pain.
But I know it's not the virus.
Heal one's self.
Heart is racing!
Chest is aching!
Pits are sweating!
Hands are shaking!
Breath is heaving!
World is swaying!
Pretty stupid when you think about it. Why did we even evolve to be this way? Seems like it blocks reproduction more than anything.
Did you see the poem that I reposted
every time I read it
It takes me somewhere else different
and dives me through my thoughts
to find the meaning of each word and phrase
it does all that to you
wow, I am surprised
now, you speak like a real poet
and I loved the expressions you used to express your thoughts
I love the way you are writing and saying things
how beautiful way that you have started using
I am sorry for the late response
we were having a meeting
explaining about something
to make us in the situation, you know
he said that there is no symptoms for it
this made me so freaky
and I so believe we're gonna die someday
you are sure he is !?
don't worry, there is no symptoms !
we're all gonna die
to understand it and believing it
I still remember it, memories
this is my tense you have just written ?
I m sorry to take the words from your tongue
I always say it
but good to know that you know it
and recognize it
is something else
write it with Eternity
19dec : poem : So be ready
I suppose love is a disease.
there are the symptoms,
the racing heart
and if your a writer
countless poems dedicated to them
or your love.
I suppose love is a disease
but if its you,
its not one I would mine
Addiction comes again,
Cogitation fuels the yearner,
A soaked rag petting skin
As a bellow stokes ember.
Endorphins, tastes tripping on the tongue
Just a little,
Wet lips cracking with electric spume
For a piffling sip of ambrosia.
Want needs emptiness
When it is full of gluttony.
A ***** drop falls
rippling in the blood of energy.
Racing, flipping, falling through pages
To get to the darker side.
Sand left desiccated and burning
for a cold withdrawal of the tide.
of your neglect.
Pumped up veins
And a mind that drains
Are all the symptoms of you
That I try to chain