Poem #19
#18 of my poems yeah, sadly my body irl is affected by something that makes my nerves send almost a constant signal of pain to my brain. it can get rough some nights.
The Night Calls
_ _why do the howls of the night calm my nerves?_ _why does the night call to me so?_ _why does the mysteries night call me in such a sweet voice?_ _closing my eyes i hug myself,_ _hugging myself i understand,_ _why does the night call to me?
You
Voice is like the spring season_ _and without it, my heart is without reason _ _through out the day i hear it all along_ _it's wonderful melody and joyous song_ _your love is a gift i don't deserve_ _and i wonder were i found the courage and nerve
its scary
The clouds get dark, the sunlight begins to fade still i keep up the facade the wind begins to pick up, and my nerves begin to scream i wish you were here to keep me calm i reach for a hand but it jerks another way, a funny look and some one else walks
Poem # 20
#20 of my poems please don't ask, i feel like fire races about through my body, my nerves crackle in my mind, pain lances through out my form.
So Hard To Say
Will love you to the end of time but they never arrive lost in the mail i wish it was easy but the best things are the things worth working for for as i stand beside you i want to kiss you to tell you how i feel but i can't every time i work up the nerve
Silver Lining (Chapter 9)
Your nerves dull and your muscles twitch, but, true to her word, whitney's back under your arm and supporting you before you get the chance to stumble. 78. \> "i gotcha' cap'n." 79. \>you're glad she does. 80.
The Forge of Heroes - Reunions
Steeling his nerves, aryn looked his father right in the eye and spat on his shoes. "to hell with you, father. may you meet your end at the hand of a ch'kiliil's blade!"
Futzler Files #6: Futzlers, Ham, and Heartache
"i know it's nerve-wracking, but you've got to be patient with him when it comes to his...situation.
S1 Ep7 The hard truth
Meanwhile at the lane manor amber had woke up blushing very hard at the dream but generally had the same reaction as artemis but she had shocked it up to nerves and stress she did not want to admit it but she was slowly crushing on artemis.
THE BODY AS ITS OWN HOSTAGE
#2 of poetry some biographical free verse my nerves the orchestra none hear. freeways of fire make me try to gnaw hands to paste. the kitchen burn that melts and cooks my skin till juice beads along my arm is nothing.
Portage
My free hand planted against my hip to help sooth my nerves. his other hand grabbed mine and i went rigid. "i can't tell how the seasons will work with us, thomas."