#gutfeeling
Foreseen
Oh, did you see?
The spell's been cast
Or is it me again?
dwelling on the past
but with you in mind
I cease to think irrationally
Since I foresee
you're bound to be with me
Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 7:21 AM UTC
There's something unsettling
about this feeling of loving hopelessly.
My toes
are constantly ready to push off and
dive into a pool that's empty.
It holds no water or promise,
but I get up and jump
again and again.
This is what reparable souls are made of
Magic, drunken thoughts, and bravery all wrapped in delicate skin.
My mother has warned me
of this feeling before.
and how it ends in tissues and stitches.
But I call her and urge her indiscretion
to my father and her emotions.
I crave the feeling of feeling stuck in your gut,
where your body aches but it’s
wrapped in silk sheets.
Feelings
that consume my mind wholly, constantly, agonizing and yet
I stand on the diving board
ready to crash again.
Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 8:16 PM UTC
I know im in love with you
I know it because
because I just do
everything feels right when im with you
I feel like...
how can there be words to describe how much I love you
I just know everything will be alright as long as we walk down the path together
I just know nothing can break a magnetic bond
we are like butterflies
we have different wings
but we both love the flowers in the gardens
we never get tired of visiting the garden of flowers
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 10:14 PM UTC
Foul,
rotten,
something about you gives the stench of burned flesh,
the stain of corroding steel,
the buzzing sound of a thousand insects.
When you talk I feel like centipedes crawl up my spine,
roaches swirl between my toes,
and worms pour out of ears.
My eyes itch, and I twitch
underneath my skin
for your soul
is the foulest din.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 4:14 AM UTC
.
Aimlessly wandering
with a feeling of agitation,
caught somewhere between
browsing with interest
and prowling with intent.
Distressed and unsettled
like anticipating trauma,
mooching with an emotion
that something is imminent
yet its nature remains veiled.
The horizontal line defines a stability and yet,
it has started to list off to one side.
Tiny perforations promise fragmented logic
by osmosis revealing the storm implied.
The tap of excitable energy is dripping slow
threatening balance with a flood rip tide.
Empathy walks with the expectant father pacing
and coils of despair knot so deep inside.
A nervous anxiety
grips psychology and waits,
caught somewhere between
bleak submissive acceptance
and stark naked panic.
© Pagan Paul (22/05/18)
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC
involves little brain
just basic arithmetics
lots of gut feeling
and trained physical action
works for surviving
in the Hollywood Wild West
not recommended
for leaders of nations
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC