#dizziness
Only when the guises of expectation are gone
Was I able to meet this tinge of ineffable confidant
Often ambushing behind the tune from days to places
Where self-gaze sails across something in and of itself.
Over the nuvole flies men in chaos off meaning loss
Wafted down detritus of love in strikes of turmoil.
Omens scudded before stunned, defying gravity
With nuanced remembrance of odor antidotes
Orienting my soul in shivering flux, astringent enough
When silence is not heard, nor eyes are met.
Words de-surfaced, drowning me dizzy.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 10:16 AM UTC
writing in fugue states
distress, take me
and give me dizziness
only to see black
what mistake
made me so
today, was too late
that i should have noticed before
the body falters
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 1:51 AM UTC
Sometimes
One feels
Dizzy
Not
Because of
Clinical
Ailment
For what dies
Within
Their world
Turns upside down
Irony
Nobody notices
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
They say you'll know
when you feel the butterflies
take over your stomach
and you can't think.
They say you'll know
when you grab their hand
and you feel sparks
ignite in every direction.
They say you'll know
when your mind clouds
so much that you feel dizzy
and you have to take a rest.
But the day I knew
I didn't feel
butterflies
sparks
dizziness
In fact,
my mind hadn't been any more clear.
The day I knew
I was sick in bed
and you brought me some
chicken noodle soup.
It was a simple act
that told me you cared
and made me realize
how much I care too.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
it is okay to feel twisted, for the world's basis is it's dynamic purpose.
what is sinful to one, is a blessed creation for another.
not through books or education, but living is how some will learn this.
it is lively, it is youthful, it is dreadful through the eye of a mother.
but it is what we must do, to pinch ourselves from the dizziness and convince ourselves we are real.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
They said that heartbreak is only emotional pain,
but I saw the symptoms of shock in the mirror,
lips so pale as to blend in with my skin colour.
I felt dizzy, nauseous, could feel both the thunder of my heart and it's slowness.
Yes, heartbreak is real, as real as the strength of one's heart.
Or do I mean soul?
But what is broken may always be mended,
and I'm feeling a lot better now,
and I hope you are too.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC