I've noticed that my crazy, enlightened words don't come on demand. We'll just say that.
As a forgiveness bribe, I will post something now.
(Is it grimy to post the same entry to two different blogs? Welp... if so consider me temporarily grimified.)
This was meant to be a personal poem, but why not share it with you, blog world. I'll sacrifice a little bit for you all... why not?
Please ask me about it, because I'm definitely not a poet, but apparently sometimes ppl can get that random motivation to artfully express themselves. If you wanna hear about that motivation, jussst ask!
The pressure builds up inside, fighting
against the walls of my heart, mind and soul
that were meant to contain me.
The bursting bubbles take their time.
They’re random, but at the same time dependent
Dormant until their existence is revealed to me.
My inadequacy leaves me unable to look at it
with perspective thinking. I am not the one,
although I am the one with the issue.
These bubbles. Their nature is to be dependent.
Create their next step based on extraneous cues and direction.
Why can’t I be more like those bubbles.
The bubbles that are ruining my life.
And yet I’m comforted, knowing that it’s being ruined
somehow, considering the fact that
my life shouldn’t exist in the first place.
But rather Your life.
And once these bubbles end their life, the pressure is released.
Joy.
This is my cry.
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