Heart running tripping
sprawled panting
on the uneven cement
in my throat.
Hands shaking reaching
for nothing in particular, then
dropping it.
Breath hitching
eyes twitching
all systems in unanimous agreement-
we are nervous.
I hate that feeling. I can give speeches, squish bugs, trap birds/ bats, fight in heavy weapons; but put me in a room full of people I don't know and I get the trembles.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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