I’m super charged and electric.
I’m like the trickling stream.
I’m crying with joy in my tears,
And singing with an unearthly rage.
I’m wallowing in my darkest fears.
I see the beauty in the world and feel hate.
I see the horrors of my species and laugh.
I’m a storm of mixed emotions,
And a lighting strike of inaction.
I’m wired for decisive movement,
And fixed in place by my own procrastination.
I have the passion of a hundred hopeful children
And the eyes-opened-wide of your local alcoholic.
I am the dancing hypocrite.
I realized with 15 minutes left in the day that I hadn’t posted this yet. So let’s see if I can get it up in time. I wrote a few poems this week, mostly inspired from some post I saw on Facebook. I should have something to post for the next few weeks, so don’t expect me to miss a weekend!
(I got this up in time!!!)