Tempestuous

The words I yearn to say are stuck inside my chest,
Burried deeply under all that is unpleasant. 
To write much more than I already have urges me to feel. 
I often wonder how those around me navigate the world without writing down all that they stumble upon.
I have never known what it feels like to be numb to passion or anything in relation to. 
In sorrow I drown and in love I always plummet to my death.  
I have mastered the art feeling and I wish now for the gift of silence.
For a short while I would like to hush the voices feeding me boundless emotion.
Oh, instead please starve me of this heart pounding inspiration.
Just momentarily.
I need peace to flow through my veins as I focus on what lives and breathes in front of me.
Life is a beautiful thing that not one of us has control over, it dashes past in the blink of an eye. 
I want to exist
Not in shallow conversation, 
But in the depths of the universe,
In irreplaceable memories and words too rich it would be sinful not to read aloud. 
If I could just turn off what burns me under the surface, even for just a moment
I think I'd be alright. 

◄ Tasting Temptation.

Agoraphobia ►

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Shifa Maqba

Fri 18th Sep 2020 02:49

"Life is a beautiful thing that not one of us has control over, it dashes past in the blink of an eye.
I want to exist
Not in shallow conversation,
But in the depths of the universe,
In irreplaceable memories and words too rich it would be sinful not to read aloud."
Amazing verse!

The entire poem in fact is so evocative! This is what art should look like.

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Stephen Atkinson

Thu 17th Sep 2020 22:21

You definitely have a talent for expressive poetry Jordyn. And I suspect, like a fine wine, you'll only get better with age! 🍷🔥

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