my retarded poetry
This is my current state of revision for this piece. I'm thinking of moving toward spoken word.
My heart pounds beats that get
Faster and faster
Almost sounding to the rhythm of my stuttering breath
As I struggle to string a measly slur of words together
Into some semblance of a sentence
Only to ask if you want to get some coffee
As I search for words that are all too simple to forget
Or maybe even for something clever to say
I am engulfed
Trapped in a giant bubble
Flailing my limbs in a desperate attempt to find some comfort
Where my lungs aren’t gasping for oxygen
Where my heart isn’t beating faster every second
Where my stomach isn’t somersaulting
Because when I see you
I feel like I’m drowning
Choking on every breath
Disoriented and distraught
Unable to cope with the
Tidal bursts of beauty that
Erode my emotions and
Destroy my common sense
Yet somehow, I like it.
It makes me feel like I’m alive again
Like no matter how far into the muck
My ex-girlfriends managed to smash me
I’ve breached the surface and
Once again
Entered the fray
My heart may be riddled with
Scar tissue and calluses
Forcing it to
Lump-lump Lump-Lump Lump-Lump
Instead of p-p-p-pumping
B-b-b-beating
S-s-s-speeding
All these years
So here I find that in your gaze
I am ripped out from early grave
To dance stupidity with my tongue
And fucking love it all day long
To put it quite succinctly and strip away my pedantic banter,
Thanks
My heart pounds beats that get
Faster and faster
Almost sounding to the rhythm of my stuttering breath
As I struggle to string a measly slur of words together
Into some semblance of a sentence
Only to ask if you want to get some coffee
As I search for words that are all too simple to forget
Or maybe even for something clever to say
I am engulfed
Trapped in a giant bubble
Flailing my limbs in a desperate attempt to find some comfort
Where my lungs aren’t gasping for oxygen
Where my heart isn’t beating faster every second
Where my stomach isn’t somersaulting
Because when I see you
I feel like I’m drowning
Choking on every breath
Disoriented and distraught
Unable to cope with the
Tidal bursts of beauty that
Erode my emotions and
Destroy my common sense
Yet somehow, I like it.
It makes me feel like I’m alive again
Like no matter how far into the muck
My ex-girlfriends managed to smash me
I’ve breached the surface and
Once again
Entered the fray
My heart may be riddled with
Scar tissue and calluses
Forcing it to
Lump-lump Lump-Lump Lump-Lump
Instead of p-p-p-pumping
B-b-b-beating
S-s-s-speeding
All these years
So here I find that in your gaze
I am ripped out from early grave
To dance stupidity with my tongue
And fucking love it all day long
To put it quite succinctly and strip away my pedantic banter,
Thanks