I hop, I sing, I skip-
I breathe fire, I’m free, I laugh, Haaaa-
-Ah! I gasp.
I’m exuberant and glorious! I’m shining, I’m the sun!
I refuse to be bottled. I demand to be let free.
Writhing wrists, defiant fists….
I think we should be singing. Maybe….
I am transfixed. I am uncertain.
for an eternity I am uncertain.
even my death will be uncertain.
…With that said, I wish my poetry had more intelligence in it. But one step at a time, right? This is the first poem I’ve made in a while, after all. And I’ve never been a fan of poetry. Like a lot of modern poets or casual teenage poets who write it….hehe. Ah well. A lazier and easier way of expressing yourself while still being a bit interesting and creative in the delivery. Some mystery and hinting. Like how everything now is an inside-joke or an inside-thing. Which might also be okay, who knows. So many people.