poetry crap
I haven't done a personal post in a very long time. I figured that I should do one because, i am a writer and it would be incredibly stupid of me not to expel all of these demons of anger and depression. I wrote a piece of how I feel right now.
The bubbling, nauseating feeling that settles in my stomach is good;
A distraction from the pain in my chest.
It's more than just an ache;
It causes me to stop breathing and my world to go fuzzy.
My body shudders and collapses with each shaking sob.
Head pounding,
In sync with my shallow breath;
Heart throbing,
My chest feels constricted,
Ready to burst.
My mind is swelled with emotion,
Hot tears burn my face,
Making it impossible to stop.
They say my love for her is unhealthy,
She is my only ambition.
There was nothing greater planned for me than to love her.
She is my heart,
My soul,
My reason for living.
My mighty ocean,
She is strong,
Rolling on in thunderous waves.
I'm afraid without her I'm the dying tide,
Ever fading.
Bleeding into the pure sand,
I continue to bleed until my ocean is calm.
The bubbling, nauseating feeling that settles in my stomach is good;
A distraction from the pain in my chest.
It's more than just an ache;
It causes me to stop breathing and my world to go fuzzy.
My body shudders and collapses with each shaking sob.
Head pounding,
In sync with my shallow breath;
Heart throbing,
My chest feels constricted,
Ready to burst.
My mind is swelled with emotion,
Hot tears burn my face,
Making it impossible to stop.
They say my love for her is unhealthy,
She is my only ambition.
There was nothing greater planned for me than to love her.
She is my heart,
My soul,
My reason for living.
My mighty ocean,
She is strong,
Rolling on in thunderous waves.
I'm afraid without her I'm the dying tide,
Ever fading.
Bleeding into the pure sand,
I continue to bleed until my ocean is calm.