My heart is trapped at sea, caught in<\/p>\n
An eternal battle between letting go and<\/p>\n
Trusting the freedom on my tongue<\/p>\n
My hands hunger for a new<\/p>\n
Idea, a new overpowering thought<\/p>\n
That pushes the hunger off the edge<\/p>\n
I crave the wild presence of no true<\/p>\n
Boundaries. I want to take in all that I<\/p>\n
Force myself to reject. I need blood<\/p>\n
Pumping through my veins, enough to<\/p>\n
Burn right open. Seeing the other side<\/p>\n
Does no good when all that I can get<\/p>\n
Runs further away with each passing<\/p>\n
Second. I want to trust myself again<\/p>\n
But I might never reach that point<\/p>\n
Concealed within this raging ocean<\/p>\n
That is emotion<\/p>\n
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`<\/p>\n
Boredom sets in,<\/p>\n
same old process is testing a nerve<\/p>\n
Will your mind to go on<\/p>\n
smile when you see them<\/p>\n
Hug through gritted teeth<\/p>\n
Decide against the social norm<\/p>\n
Morals aren\u2019t that special anyway<\/p>\n
Try your best not to be that person<\/p>\n
who cuts it out first<\/p>\n
Make them seems like the bad guy<\/p>\n
\u201cmovies boring\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDinner boring\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSkating, a walk at the park? Try harder.\u201d<\/p>\n
Blame it on the mood swings, on the cold season<\/p>\n
Family problems, School stress<\/p>\n
nitpick into it makes sense<\/p>\n
Hugs are getting rare<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s too hot to cuddle tonight maybe next time\u201d<\/p>\n
Was that a clenched fist<\/p>\n
Are my eyes playing tricks?<\/p>\n
They missed a call<\/p>\n
No good night texts
\nBut I have the audacity<\/p>\n
To be full of regret<\/p>\n
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n
Stealers<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n He\u2019s coming<\/p>\n Oh, sorry by \u201che\u201d I meant they<\/p>\n They are nice<\/p>\n Or so they say they\u2019re nice<\/p>\n I have heard stories<\/p>\n About the cruel one\u2019s<\/p>\n But you can\u2019t blame everyone<\/p>\n For one person\u2019s mistake<\/p>\n Or you can and we did<\/p>\n Wait not we<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u201d<\/p>\n ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n I\u2019m unraveled and loose and living in it<\/p>\n Living for it<\/p>\n That fantastic feeling of being and seeing<\/p>\n and smiling and being happy with no doubts<\/p>\n \u2018and god I have never felt<\/p>\n Such odd powers and gooey feelings<\/p>\n Its lovely and terrible<\/p>\n Because I can feel my heart grow five sizes too big<\/p>\n As it crawls up my throat and<\/p>\n another smile forces its way through<\/p>\n God I\u2019m happy, I\u2019m living, and I\u2019m full<\/p>\n And I\u2019m happy, finally happy<\/p>\n ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n Stretched out and thinned at the edges<\/strong><\/p>\n They glide into your senses<\/p>\n Similar to snakes<\/p>\n Head lopped off and wild<\/p>\n Snagging at loose skin and open veins<\/p>\n They swarm and shriek<\/p>\n They are not one not two<\/p>\n But many<\/p>\n Touched by millions<\/p>\n Craved by the masses<\/p>\n They burn as we burn<\/p>\n And we burn daily<\/p>\n Unable to grasp the tar breaching our minds<\/p>\n Shutting our eyes<\/p>\n Our ears overflow<\/p>\n Lungs constrict and expand<\/p>\n Unsteady, shaky, raw<\/p>\n But addictive<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My heart is trapped at sea, caught in An eternal battle between letting go and Trusting the freedom on my tongue My hands hunger for a new Idea, a new overpowering thought That pushes the hunger off the edge I crave the wild presence of no true Boundaries. I want to take in all that … Continue reading “Poetry as Me”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":19,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2068"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/19"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2068"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2068\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2070,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2068\/revisions\/2070"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2068"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2068"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2068"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}