Confronted eye to eye
Deep in the jungle
A Bite
Predator venom attack
Accelerating poison
Effect thereafter
Slowly shortness of breath
The thought how much time left
Body rhythms started to erupt
Suddenly black out
King Cobra took charge
Control and Large
Death was slowly sinking in
Medical Staff response arrived
Luckily in time
The venom was quickly extracted
Victim survived the ordeal
Could have been worse
The venom could have been with no reverse
Curse of the King Cobra
Caution alert
Beware
You taught me the courage of stars before you left
How light carries on endlessly,
even after death
With shortness of breath
You explained the infinite
And how rare and beautiful
it is to even exist
Practicing how to breathe, when there's a shortness of breath.A slow rhythm in the background calms me down, when a void tried to look into me.I was up alone yet again while the demons of the night visited me. Has it been a year now since sleep has become paralysing.I dared something much deeper within me, to find out it wasn't me who was talking back. A mindless creature may exist outside my comfort zones. Too long since we found a sense of belonging inside our lives, so I stepped into other people's life. Only to be found as different than all the rest. Being like this was never choice, have you ever seen what afflicts me? Please don't kick me out of your circle, it's dark where I am.I found you to understand me, helped me out of my misery. It's a gratitude that I don't belong with the monsters,my skin still remembered the abuse it's done to me. I've grown to be stronger than them, yet still my mind has captivated an attention of a million.
My tongue tastes the sweetness of your kiss
Both heart and spirit are awake
The long languid suppleness of this
Is almost too much for me to take
My body trembles from your light touch
As you softly caress my cheek
This time with you that I love so much
Is disarming as my knees grow weak
Heart pounds with a shortness of breath
Oh what a delectable sin
And though it draws me closer to death
Still, I can't wait to do it again
Do you ever feel like you are dying
Like someone is sitting on your chest
Constricting the flow of oxygen
feeling the shortness of breath
Pressure that threatens to steal your last breath
I'm not dying
Although sometimes
I wish I was.
Anxiety.
Breathing heavily,
heart fluttering,
shortness of breath.
Still environment surrounding me.
Overly piercing voices of others.
Pounding head.
Worry creeps in.
Will it be different today?
Will today be the day it all changes?
Or is it once again the paranoia?
Shortness of breath, the struggle with stairs
The paranoid thoughts, of judgemental stares
Tomorrow I'll start, next week I will too.
The person you're fooling can be only you.
You carry on, each day just the same.
Every week again and again
No planning, no prepping, just take and away.
Spiralling down, delay underway
Hoping and dreaming, I'll do this one day!
One month later, a burger, a pie
Feeling low, as life passes by
Outstretched clothes, low confidence too
It's now your decide to do this for you!
You take to the web, to find nearest group
Hoping and praying "Please not only soup"!
The hardest part? First step through the door. Always remember, who you're doing this for.
You meet all the members and go through the plan.
At this point you realise, "Oh yes I can".
Now weighing and measuring, healthy A & B
The change is incredible for all to see.
The feeling of pride, the spring in your step.
It's now you can't wait for what life brings next.
I love all the ladies,
No matter the size.
That sultry first kiss,
Is the ultimate prize.
Walking hand in hand,
Under a silver moon.
The romance in the air,
Can make your head swoon.
The anticipation,
Of that first embrace.
Your heart beating strong,
At an incredible pace.
Till the joyous moment,
That your two lips meet.
The taste on your tongue,
Is uncommonly sweet.
With a trembling body,
And a shortness of breath.
You then make a promise,
That you'll love her to death.
This blissful caress,
You can't wait to begin.
You hate when it's over,
Until you do it again.
A sleeking sharp knife
Piercing an apple color morning of impeccable beauty
Running fast in the noise of the colony
Someone calls out from the roof-
Oh, vile fox gang, release the immovable human hands
A few poor people float lazily past the ear
Smelling the fragrance of steaming rice.
The Tufan mail runs away emitting huge black smoke
Severe shortness of breath in the chest
One has only one's own shadow companion - the godly creature
Having eaten meat and marrow group of tailless jackals leave.
Low mood(down, depressed or hopeless)
Diarrhea
Nausea
Heart problems(irregular heartbeat)
Hay fever(when never had before)
Shortness of breath
Chest pain
Swollen glands(in the neck)
Unusual muscle pain
Skipped meal(no appetite)
Brain fog(inability to focus)
Chills or shivers(no fever)
Sometimes fever
Dizziness or light-headed(terrible symptom)
Persistent cough
This is only to name a few. This is some of the symptoms that happen after one has had the vaccination and it is also symptoms when one has it without the vaccination but without the vaccination it can go on to get much worse.
Earth’s smell fills my nose, worrying shortness of breath,
Cross the ground without mercy that laughs at my death,
Hurtling towards me, each piling on top,
Crush of love overwhelming that never would stop.
Such times felt intensely no longer exist
But what’s real is perceived, and what I perceive is this:
The tendrils of fear as we climbed, built and slid
A past true to my eye, the hedge where you hid.
It’s the present I can’t’ fathom, that senseless as dreams,
Forever on the verge, comes apart at the seams.
But my memories so strong shall yet win this war,
Forr they are my present, not this life I deplore...
11/01/21
Urban ear-
Wakes up in the fangs of the erect of machineries
Shortness of breath due to sexual weakness-
Delicate, bankrupt state-
Suffers from severe shortness of breath-
Fragile lifeless its bricks symbolize.
Reluctant is the city life-
Archaeology is my ingrained green life
Dying in search of the three boundaries of dreams-
The music of the rain falling on the seven tin-roofs
Dance of foliage swinging in haste-
There blows the nostalgic wind.
Desolate desert-
Here lies the heart of Shiuli flower
Ashes on the rocks of the blazing fire
Cracked Dry lands -
Fish lives with severe shortness of breath
Shipwrecked sailor-
The tempest raging in the deep sea.
Tired, exhausted and helpless
Extreme Loneliness
No one is there-
Nobody to-
Extend its helping hands.
Nobody else,
Only the sky keeps staring -
At the solitary silence of my depressed mind-
The illusion of a frosty night in its eyes.
Oh how I miss the fresh air
Oh how I miss the shortness of breath the sweat
I didn't know it at the time
That was all a sign of life
"You are living"
I whisper to my past self in the form of a flashback
My friends say you can't change the past
But
Oh how I miss the what-ifs
What if it was different
It haunts me
What if this is it
What if this is all I was meant to be
A memory
A fading form in a yearbook
A girl with a curse to be blissfully unaware
Oh how I remember her
What I Really Like --
what I really like, is non-shortness of breath;
what would be left, without it, death;
I really like life, alas the shortness of it;
would be bliss---
To be a witness;
What I Really Like
Is said to be hard, to speak to the loss;
To be a witness;
At the cost to be ridicule, ignored;
You, I am not a bore;
I'll let my light shine;
Like a little person a babe or child;
They say a lot or mean a lot without a lot;
To be so little this is so jot;
What I really like;
Is peace, love and longevity of life;
What I Really Like
is the love of God in Jesus Christ and humanity;
To be a witness, what I Really Like
3/3/19
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