Monday, October 3, 2011



The horror!

I say god dammit because
I might explode if I kept it in

I am never the gentle introduction
Always the constant fire

I like to write spastic words
Calling it bad poetry is too much

Because that isn't what it is
It is an attempt to channel this energy
This fire or passion that I feel
The feeling of my life's movement

My own attempts moving it

I am working hard.
But I'm really not.
I'm following my heart.
I'm pushing my heart too.

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