Fluid Language

Showing posts with label disappointment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label disappointment. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Breath Striken

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The wind blows and your hair rises...just a bit. That is when I see your eyes at the exact moment the sun reflects and cradles them. You, at this fine moment, force air from my lungs and butterflies to dance in the pit of my stomach.

My heart beats like an eager drummer boy trying to achieve his position in his band. I am consumed and lulled by all that is you.

I need not speak and you need not worry, I will run up to you and embrace you even if you don't notice me.

I can feel the earth move under my feet and I am locked on this moment of a euphoric scene.

Each movement you make sends me and I feel the wave of allurement over throw my senses. I know this moment in time is one that I will cherish forever.

All too soon, the clouds move in and the sun hides it's smiling face. I search for the woman that entranced my soul and beckoned my love. Just in that instant she was gone. I roamed like a nomad searching for her grace. Only to stumble on the nectar of her true vein.


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Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Afraid of Fear





Afraid of Fear

There is that tickling feeling, the eerie spinning of butterflies fluttering aimless in the pit of my stomach. My hands to the touch are clammy and beads of pearls leak from my flesh and run like tears down my skin.

The darting race of my heartbeat sending a rush of drugs through my veins. Adrenaline courses and turns my thoughts into a spiraling chaotic frenzy. My hands feverishly cling to anything, something in reach. I can’t comprehend what is going on. I don’t understand why I can’t grasp a sense of reality. The images in front of me become hazy and foggy. I can’t…

…I can’t breathe. My lungs are not drawing and releasing air. My legs become shaky and the quivering shutters ricochet throughout my body.

Silence overcomes me, I can’t hear anything but a blinding pinging loud screech. There is nothing. My chest doesn’t rise and fall and death seems to have replaced the heartbeat that once pounded feverishly against my chest.

My feet are cement boots at the bottom of the ocean, the current doesn’t help me escape the over flow of relentless pain. I can’t escape and I can’t comprehend to help myself.

No one there to save me from myself…I am the all-consuming evil of my own fear.




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Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Then and Now

I’ll always be the one that gave you wrinkles
And that thought makes my skin crawl
Knowing I was the one to cause you pain
All for my unnecessary gain

I will never know how much I disappointed you           
Because you never let those emotions seep through
You put on a brave face and pardoned me
You never let me see
The hurt that I caused repeatedly

I can never take back any of my actions, I can only repent
But you will never get all those hours you spent
Worrying about your child in those rebellious years
As your face hoards them, deep rooted from all the fears

Signed
Patricia Hilton

Extract:
It reads on your face, from here to the far ends of space. I can read every little emotion and lack of respect and that can only have a negative effect. Give me space and let me BREATHE, let me be the person you obviously don’t want me to be.






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