Poetry Writing

messy mind

When I love something,
                                            I take sever ownership of it.
Like I have some deeper
                                                          Understanding and love of this thing.
When really
It’s just different.
Except my favorite song. That’s mine.
Mine
mine
Mime
Some days I feel less like a person,
more like a mime.
Going through the motions,
Vastly unnoticed,
slightly creepy
ever watching.
Watching
watching
Waiting
Waiting for change,
                              dreading its arrival.
Ever feel like you
                             sabotage yourself?
I do.
I slow myself down
                                     so change won’t come.
Come
come
Came
Change has already
                         come and gone
And I’m fine.
                                      I survived. I flourished.
Flourished
flourished
Flounder
What if this is the time
                                I flounder and fail?
Don’t think that way.
Believe
Hope
Blah blah.
BLAH.
 
I take ownership of things,
                           get competitive.
Volatile.
Stifled and stilted.
Stiff and sly.
I see people with similar
                             passions, dreams.
They inspire me,
                        intimidate me.
Drive me. 
There’s enough success for two.
Good vibes to them=
                                good luck for me.
Sharing is caring,
                            it’s first grade.
After all,
                                it’s all first grade.
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1 Comment

  • stephanie

    good vibes to you, emma 😉 and i do the same: when i love something, i *must* understand it deeper than anyone else, but really who can decide that? it's just different.

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