Makes Me Giddy

Jeremy Enecio

“You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it. Doesn’t it sound lovely beyond belief?”

— Ernest Hemingway (via thoughtkick)

Billy bong billy bang,

I just want a snack,

To calm my attack.

Things got me having a panic Snack ,

For better ,for worse,

My chocolate habit won’t

Stop it

Love it

Twist it

Grab it

Shove it in and shut it.

Like a trap , with a snap

Waiting for it’s next lick,

I just can’t kick it,

With such delight

Cant help but bite it,

The melting stuff,

Gets twisted in my tongue ,

Dribble it

Lick it

Swallow it .

Now I’ve done it again

Fucking chocolate habit .

@trueemotions91

A mess from the best

Ain’t like the rest .

She was blessed by the man

With his shoulders at rest .

A danger to the devil from the inside , out

As her emotions were made to be numbed out .

Like hitler , wanting you to be his butler ,

Hid in the darkness from the stars ,

Never knew what it was like to see past the dark .

It’s a shame , but we don’t pass the blame ,

especially when your blinded by The other game .

Now she can see , so much more clearly ,

She is starting to look a lot more pearly .

The sadness in her eyes , are replaced with the sunlight .

The breeze on her skin , awakens her inner self esteem,

Something you tried to keep locked in .

A beautiful soul, you tried to hide ,

Hid beneath your evil eye .

The man with the rainbow eyes , clearly showed up in perfect time .

Her soul was crushing , a big mistake,

Made from the man, with the holes in his skin,

Who now has nothing to sink his claws in .

@trueemotions91

“Be very, very careful what you put into your head, because you’ll never, ever get it out.”

— homas Cardinal Wolsey (via thoughtkick)

Freedom

I hear them call

But thier ain’t ready for that door.

Freedom

Yet there still roar

Do thier know

What their are asking for?

Freedom to what

I stand and adore.

Freedom to withdraw ?

Your to in line

To know freedom

Is in the mind

Once you explore

And unwind

Then you may know

How freedom works

Because it’s

inside that cage

You locked so tight .

@trueemotions91

Always told

I won’t make any gold

With my long life goals,

But they underestimated me

As my goals only consist

Of happy and health,

Not having my pockets lined of coins

I’d rather have a heart of joy,

A pocket full of sweet memories

For the world to see, Is enough for me ,

Riches are nothing

If my eyes are cold

Blinded by the pound sign

can’t see my path is clearly written for me ,

I don’t need brands attached to me

I’m a brand of my own

no one can copy track me

Even when I’m buried in the ground

You still couldn’t even come close

To the place I call home

My memories would make you realise

What a lie yours is.

@trueemotions91

To be scared is a under statement,

That fear no longer dwindles in my bones ,

Tumblr has taught me ,

Friends are just ghosts , or empty egg shells.

Strangers have more empathy then the man next door,

I was just a fool ,

all along , playing to the devils own dirty tune .

Emotions that ran high ,

Words that didn’t make much sense ,

To a soul opened my eyes

By just a few tiny words.

I realise now ,

it is not, who is here to pick up the phone

It’s the ones who are in the dark

But yet take the time to pass your name in there own daily thoughts.

Yet I’ve done nothing for them, yet there speak of me so kindly.

In this world that’s distracted by so much colour,

Them bright doors don’t hold the key to this earths heavens,

It is the doors that are hid in the darkest shadows,

waiting for someone to find them, to help them flourish.

So Don’t go looking for the brightest light ,

Search for the darkest gate

that’s where we will find all things beautiful in

such a dark cold world,

that’s flourished with colour To distract us ,

from the true treasures of this world .

@trueemotions91

@tammyfeabakker

Wow , I needed to read this as I could never put this into words as perfect as this person but is spot on & worded so perfectly x

Am I responsible for the damage in me Am I responsible for the damage in you Am I responsible for all of the things I couldn’t see Am I responsible for all of the missed things …when you couldn’t be When you couldn’t be I couldn’t rise from my own I needed you Just like you needed me Doomed to everything in between Doomed by the things we couldn’t see Doomed by the things we let be

I hate, me.

- {GK VIV}

Warning - I’m not sure if some people will take this I’m ignorant which I’m far from , just easiest way for me to explain a voice in my head so please do not take it personal anyone ! Just enjoy !

Lost young soul ,

Life is low , life is high ,

We have to just ride the tide. ❤️

The biggest challenge in life

Is learning to live , with the voice inside ,

Sometimes he roars and sometimes he whispers,

He’s trapped inside

Constantly taking you on a mad ride

It’s your call to reply

But before you do

Just listen

To what he is speaking

He may drive you crazy and make you hate

Every aspect of life ,

But their is a message hidden deeper then your imagantion ,

But the voice is they for a reason

Even if invisible on the other side

It’s the man inside

trying to make you recognise

I know you want it to go and he won’t shut up

But please just go with the flow

Don’t think the words that are going Through your head

Are a representation of yourself ,

Thats way to far , even for his control ,

That voice is a reckoning

The only way your inside can get you to listen to your true calling

Maybe not in the words you need

But this is where you have to be smart

Our brains are dangerous

The damage is strong

As no other can hear the song ,

He may play you some fucked up lullabies

And make tears come into your eyes

But I promise that’s not you breaking

That’s your soul accepting ,

The voice is usually your own well being ,

Calling for some help , from deep within yourself ,

He is nothing to be scared of

He is invisible , a voice all alone ,

But you can’t let him take control,

You have the power to show him differ ,

befriend that voice in your head ,

make him work for his chatter

we were born wild and free but

our imagantion always runs quicker

then our own two feet ,

So sometimes you need to breathe , it’s all just a release

Its a craft , and once you make the art ,

That voice won’t be a burden, he will be working on your behalf .

@trueemotions91