"contractile" poems
i cannot rest towards sleep,
not insomnia nature,
but this mind's consistency
to intensively be critical
of cared units to measure.
continuing as each
tactile, contractile, dactyl pressing
against this chest contesting
examination against my inclination
to worry a hurried
yet impede succession
to assess these abscesses
within
weaving teaming thoughts
defensive to the x and o drawn
so that i may anticipate
tomorrow's entailed
beauty
wait, a change in tone
a drop in breath
rest, retired, and displaced
movement of consciousness
no longer anxious
gravity has provided
a pillowed valley
to allow this face
to rest this monocle
towards the dimly lit
neon green
pass the hour 4
am I divulging
my emotions
to conceived
mirror
dramatic animated images
alas spirits
lifted
time
remains
cycling
pedaling
from
unneeded
wakes
of waves
so
I may
dream
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:29 PM UTC
i am a human being and although i may look as solid as a rock on the outside, doesn't mean i am not as soft and plushy as a cotton ball on the inside.
what is a heart?
it is a hollow, pumplike ***** of blood circulation, composed mainly of rhythmically contractile smooth muscle, located in the chest between the lungs.
i do not understand how a heart can make you feel emotion for that is not how i thought that worked. to my knowledge, it is just the way us humans are.
so what happens when someone says they have had their heart broken? well one can only assume that they are going to die or they are, already dying.
if you complain about your appearance, yes at first you will get drowned in compliments by people you love, but as time goes on, everybody will see that there is no way to help you.
if you are searching for a love that is so far fetched, you need to learn to love yourself first, before you can love anybody else.
and if you think that you are broken or hurt and in pain, then only you are the one who has broken yourself. only you can fix the way you are, so tell yourself you are a whole person, and that these bad things will not affect who you are.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
Just a glance of you was enough
Rapid serotonin surge giving me great triumph.
Did my heart just skipped a beat
Giving me a premature contractile treat.
Adrenaline galloped into my blood
Spawning multiple contractions that made me look ahead.
The feeling was so deep, that my cerebrum failed to process
lashings of sensory, motor and cognitive chores.
Have waited quite long to say “ I love you”,
But I never knew that my wernicke’s area isn’t giving a cue.
Don’t know how to deal with this,
A shot of ****** may sometimes give me a sigh of bliss
Duplexing happily into morphine, embracing the opioid receptors
It makes a vow to present me a warm flush of euphoria.
Oh my, was I turning blue?
A tint of cyanosis giving him a clue.
Dumbstruck seeing him walking towards me,
I just blabbered ‘are you nuts?’
Reminded by the anaphylactic shock bestowed by peanuts during my infancy.
I have to deal simultaneously with hypoxemia and hypercapnia,
My respiratory muscles giving me a sudden shut down.
And I was choking so hard,
Waking me suddenly from the beautiful dream I had.
Dreams are just the perfect elixir of life,
But in reality, just like opening the Pandora’s box.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC