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| VII JUBILATION! Edges of my mouth inevitably turn up expelling the negative force letting out a primal scream! Happiness in its truest form. YES! I could do it. Butterflies succumb to sweet surrender fluttering around, permanently smiling. speeding by my struggles and challenges. VIII fatigue a zombie. skin pasty white or jaundice yellow. guts, nothing more. a mere yolk. protected by weakness and vulnerability. cracking at any moment. spilling out. one barrier gone. but for what? IX POWER! You, weakling, must die! I stand tall while you crumble under my unlimited might out with the feeble replaced by the forceful You cower and laugh, but I posses what you crave. I control power, the force of life. X Worry A tiny thought slowly burrowing invading the psyche moment by moment the burgeoning army of distress conquers not fellow thoughts choosing to converge upon one's thoughts instead. XI Anxiety My heart shrivels leaving behind a gapping hole In place of a beating heart Breath bated nervously waiting for some unforeseen event Fear of Failure pounds down like a heavy summer storm trapping my body ever lower XII Doubt Under all that unwavering strength, a sudden terrifying bolt of weakness a stab of hesitancy penetrates the armor, killing majestic reason Spindles of error suspend the knight, in glistering exterior locked in place for all to see frozen in the dreadful state of doubt |
| Emotion I BETRAYAL Like a knife in the back Like the whisper of swords Gouging out my heart and parading around for all to see mock my pain and sorrow. II ANGER! All bottled up inside looking for me. seeking out a pacifist to blast out my wisdom and pound hope down to death and destruction III chagrin. unplugged bottle spilling out tears that no one sees blurring what is real Hoping for a better future. IV emptiness. Head pounds against the air friends turn into toxins against society and self expelling kind words success could be an illusion but walls really don't close in. V Anticipation Circles all around Spinning, Spinning, Spinning. Random flashes of light words and numbers hurricaning The boredom vanishing in lieu of Life. IV Apprehension Heart racing to the beat of life Did I get it, will I be a star or just a clueless nobody, will I go out with a bang or a pop, will I be ecstatic or just satisfied, My skin patters and my stomach contracts My muscles fill with energy And I want to burst My hair pulls itself My pen taps to my beating heart My lungs forget to breathe And my brain forgets to think will I? CONTINUES ON NEXT COLUMN! |