#nerve
There is no essential self that can't not weep their desires outward for their own delicate surface of skin not to notice. Since skin is the surface area of ALL sensory receptors to firstly take in the rush of potential environmental information. However, the most pleading debate here...is that tears are still flowing despite me not feeling the need to weep in the first place. That's because whatever rush of environmental information came splashing your very skin and the receptors that (majority wise) make sure to immediately take in (as if by automatic purposes). They entirely relay that very information by the balance of how your emotions simply took it. Which by judging simply by how I'm essentially tearing up, myself just went through an even bigger withdrawal, than I previously thought!
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 10:03 PM UTC
It is from your synthetic relations that i learn
what to make of, and how to observe
the traumas that once occured.
Transformed,
Translated into words
To lighten up the burden
Of the destiny flowing in my nerves.
Chosen for me or impregnated
The path is created
Before the men that walks it to get mutated
Together in your synthetic relashionships.
Words Of Harfouchism
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 12:36 AM UTC
If I say you girl
you are inside
my neuron world.
Would you belive?
Or if I send you a mail
MRI scan report attatched.
Will you read?
Belive me or not.
The sparking in
my Vegas nerve are not lying.
An afgan ****
***** to ***
Whiskey to Wine
I had tried everything-
the doctor pescribed.
But, it's my nercotic nerve
stop receiving all signals
It polarised at my SA and AV node
by your high sugar smile.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
With poets' sinew, the dream I have will be
played like a harp until I wake.
Until the time comes
I hope one day...
the elixir that remains
in my mouth will last
until death comes.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
My heart is pacing
thudding against my ear drums
like I just ran a marathon.
I feel nauseous and light.
Breathe
But somehow this word doesn't seem to make a difference.
Breathe
But no sir seems to find a way into my lungs.
Breathe
But somehow all I find myself is being a sympathetic nervous system.
With self doubt crashing
and enveloping me.
My hands are trembling with
jittering nerves passing underlyingly.
Somehow nothing is soothing
Or calming me.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
who do you think you are?
do you think it's you and only you?
alas dear friend, you are but a mere speck
in the grand scheme of the universe.
ruining what's left
just for the sake of it.
taking everything as a joke
maybe it reflects something within.
there will be repercussions.
i see them gushing towards you
like a tidal wave.
and when dust settles
and darkness swallows you whole
who will be there?
for once, it would have been me.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 3:22 AM UTC
If I had the nerve to tell you everything,
I wouldn't know where to start.
I could tell you that you're handsome,
You always are.
I could tell you that I love you,
But you already know that.
Maybe even the fact that you're my everything,
But you wouldn't believe me.
If I had the nerve to tell you everything,
I wouldn't know what to say.
How would I tell you how alone I've felt since you left,
Or how much I hate myself for falling short.
But most of all,
I'm afraid to tell you that I'm terrified we won't work.
I'm terrified to lose you.
I'm terrified that if we endure this distance and I'm denied again,
You'll move on.
You'll find someone better suited for you than I.
You'll stop loving me.
So, thats what I'd tell you:
I'd tell you that you're handsome.
I'd tell you that I love you.
I'd tell you that you're my everything.
If I had the nerve to tell you everything,
I wouldn't.
Because I don't.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC
imagine black satin and lace
imagine slowing the pace
and taking your time
imagine feeling her curves
imagine stealing her nerve
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
It was more than falling for your appearance
It was about the thoughts
that ran through your mind
It was about the love
that every cell of mine felt
It was about the words
that made you, you
Drowning me in the depths of who you are
It was about your soul
that made every nerve spark
Falling in love with you was inevitable;
Even though I was only a few chapters in.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 3:35 AM UTC
Here I am again.
Same place I always find you, same place time always finds me.
Alone at night.
Why is it time never slows when I'm high, happy, intoxicated or just content?
Why is it the small threads that piece together the matter of my time never thin out and elongate in those moments?
Because I'm laying here now, having realised a day has passed, an eventful day at that, one that I'll probably think about once or twice a year from now. But not once, not for a split second, did it slow down for me.
I didn't have that moment, when 5 minutes stretch into the length of an hour, I didn't have that moment when the floor sinks from below me and I feel the world starring back at me. Because that only happens at night, when I'm alone and the only one starring back at me is me.
Because when the lights are off and all the noise is gone, my head gets loud again, like a petulant child deprived of a toy for too long my mind begins to tantrum. Demanding I sink into waves of worry and self doubt, it makes me analyse the details of the day I've lived. But see my mind isn't a reviewer, it doesn't point out the pros and cons, highlight the parts worth keeps. No, my mind is a critic with only impossible goals and cynical pasimism to offer. I had a good day today, at least I thought I did.
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
You cling to me like cellophane,
wrapping yourself around myself
with your electric forked tongue,
as you drag each of my neurons
out into the world;
exposed they are,
as I am left to feel their
nakedness and chills.
I feel their
bite and electric fields;
their pain has become my friend.
© 2017 Amanda D Shelton
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 11:37 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
When It rains and it pours , is it God crying?
Or does he make mistakes too by dropping
Glasses of water on some parts of the planet,
sometimes i cant stand it,
Its too hard to manage
With all the decorative seasons and foreign
Ghettos,
Following their footsteps and letting all of their
Friends go,
I wish everything was in slow motion so I could
Move through this crowd of ******* and jerks,
Its more than I deserve,
And when the wind blows I'll be sitting in the
Rose garden full of sin while thick and bold and
Replace the new past with the old,
I think I struck a nerve,
The Power was within is all along,
are you man? or do you claim your strong?
If you pick confrontations left and right then
something will go wrong.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
Many years have gone by,
Many more are yet to come,
Many places i have been,
None, i could call my home;
Many tears have been shed,
And so much pain have been felt,
Many have come and gone,
I do not know who i have left;
Many mistakes have been made,
Most of which have brought me here;
Many rights that i have done,
The journey has been worth the dare;
Many answers i tried to find,
So many things i don't understand,
Many things i've left behind,
Just to make a better stand;
Many people that i have hurt,
Many others have hurt me too,
But this is just a part of life ,
These are things we must go through;
Many reasons to have regrets,
And other reasons to rejoice,
Decisions were always mine to make,
I'as always entitled to a choice;
So many nights beneath the stars,
I could be like them- so bright so rear,
So many years watching the moon,
Men like me have gone up there;
my past is past forever now,
Here i am still standing here,
Watching the moon and stars,
So why should i shade a tear?
So many years are ahead of me,
Don't know how much of it i have,
My living is my greatest chance,
To do better and grow a nerve.
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
in the end,
it carries on.
I discard backing down from my options.
fear is a difficult thing to shrug off:
anxiety keeps it heavy and panic makes it stick to my shoulders.
nevertheless: I discard giving up as a worthy solution.
if my fingers still shake, it’s only the cold.
if my heart still pounds too loud, no one has to know.
and if I am still afraid—give me just a moment.
it is out of my control.
nevertheless, count on this:
I will pick myself back up again.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 8:00 AM UTC
finished the book,
and pondered upon why
it seized to conclude how it looked
the catcher in the rye
stood up and took
a stroll down the aisle
i saw that You looked
a Marvelous Connection of Eyes
i lift my head once in a while
only to see an Astounding Sunrise
a hundred feet, feels like a mile
but, Love has blessed me with eagle eyes
only, from a distance now
studying, carefully, Your Astounding Fragility
Forgetting, many of thousands of words
as You Wander so Elegantly
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
I wait day after day-
To make your acquaintance-
And still day after day-
You pay no attention-
How can I introduce-
The mere idea that I fell-
Deeply In love with you-
From distance which I could yell-
My mouth opens to speak-
Words manifestly retreat-
I accept feeble defeat -
The introvert-
Climbs back in his shell-
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
I do not still love him
I just love that it still hurts
Because pain is the only thing you feel
When you've got nothing but frayed nerves.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
You are the awe that fills my soul,
Every time I see the sun rise.
Just as it has,
5267 other times of my temporary existence.
You are the small beauties that make life magnificent.
And like a telescope your image is amplified.
When I see you, every doubt I've ever had is denied.
The threshold of every nerve impulse is intensified,
I feel you.
My only wish,
Is that one day you'd would feel me too.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
I wrote a poem for my biography to a special person about Adam, I thought you would like to read it.
Blue Heart
You were 18, so many years in front of you.
It felt like a dark eternity, you didn’t want to go.
I saw it in your sunken eyes.
The vacant stare and sad dark eyes.
I saw when you were sitting around the table prom night.
So much going around but you were too calm
too collected.
too inside your mind for us.
I knew that blank expression from experience
All too well.
You screamed for help
silent and loud
I reached for your hand
but you
f
e
l
l
You were poised and calm
Broken but full of love.
All I wanted to do was help you.
you were standing still when the world went on
and it did go on, it did, without you.
When you were standing there at the edge
I wondered about you, all in my head.
We were short lived, a friendship that was fast.
You came, changed me, then you left.
it came and went in a flash.
I knew when no one else could guess.
you put it all on me, didn’t you.
but I was not cross with you.
Heartbroken, yes
scared, yes
alone, yes
mad, no
Your color was blue
Blue heart, blue veins
Blue is the color of our planet
from far far away
we wore it proud it was all for you,
a blue solemn silence.
and the world spun fast and
all the people hurried fast, real fast
and no one ever smiled.
You weren’t all there, in that head of yours.
dark and empty
you were sad but you lived like you would die
tomorrow
tomorrow came too soon and it was up to you.
it was always up to you.
Meeting you was bitter
you put me through stress, anxiety and heartache
you put me through shame and shock
All I wanted was you by my side,
and you there was not.
Meeting you was sweet
you gave me smiles and laughs,
good music and thoughts
you gave me a feeling of friendship and care.
All I wanted was you by my side,
but you were not there.
You were poised and calm,
you rubbed off on me.
I was hyped and excited
you called me “ADHD”
You drove an old red beater with water bottles everywhere,
with **** in the glove compartment.
but you didn’t care.
Your drove with sunglasses and the FM radio loud.
You drove in silence, thinking no doubt.
You loved the sun but you would hike for the shade
when we were together you took me away.
I didn’t think, I didn’t have nerves.
We talked about the world
We talked about life
You had a life you thought you didn’t deserve.
Whoever planted that seed
had some **** nerve
you wrote like me but I wrote for myself
you wrote for us when there’d be nothing else.
I knew when no one else could guess.
you put it all on me, didn’t you.
but I was not mad.
Heartbroken, yes
scared, yes
alone, yes
mad, no
When you were gone
I read
and
I read
i wanted to know exactly when
you felt what you felt.
You called me your jav friend
you called me your angel
You are up there watching over me
I yelled and screamed
I couldn’t breathe.
I shut them out,
I cursed at you.
I hated you
I cried for you
I only see you in my head
Dreaming once and a while of your smile,
of your eyes
but they are never dark
they are never sad
they are never empty
The vacant stare is not there.
your hair is a giant mess
and I freeze that moment right there.
You said you were alone
you said it was a secret
you asked me about my darkest
and you told me all your secrets
I have never been in that much peace knowing I kept you there
It felt like moments when it was hours and you were gone too **** soon.
tomorrow came too fast and it was up to you.
it was always up to you.
Now I wear a band on my wrist
and pray for your peace
that is all I have left,
but you mean so much to me.
I hope you are happy,
I hope your journey has ended
and you found what you wanted
My heart was once broken
but soon if all this is true
it will be mended.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
bY arcassin Burnham
early in the morning,
get up to miss the bus,
just to hear my stuck-up grandmother,
make a fuss,
it gets on my nerves,
wish i could have went today,
hoping that id make it,
but im glad i didnt go today,
i really can not take it,
it gets on my nerves,
my nerves,
and i cant even get a breather of fresh air,
knowing that it repeated,
i hate being in this house,
im no longer pleased,
my nerves,
and if i would id take it out on you,
but your in my head,
it gets on my nerves.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC