![]() Crazy OnesA Poem by Brittany BosticCrazy Ones I like the crazy ones, The ones that are mad to want something, The ones that want to live, Want to yell in an open field, Want to never sleep because they don’t want to miss a beat. I want to be with the ones that love to dream, The ones that aren’t afraid of being called crazy, Because they know they are, They don’t have to act it. I want the ones that realize they don’t love the girl they love the boy, I like the ones that talk because they have something to say, I need the ones that are obsessive and can’t let things go, I crave the ones that are crazy to live. I want to feel something, I want to feel life, I want to feel passion, I want to feel a desperate desire to shake when I write, To never stop hearing words. I want to know feelings, Not the good ones but the bad ones too, Those are the real ones anyway. I want to feel the crazy feelings that hurt like hell, That beg to be felt. Searing pain of a white hot branding iron on your fingertips, The desire of someones dark brown eyes, The beauty in bright red lips, The perfection of a simple dark green blade of grass, The confusion of an artist I will never understand. But you see it all makes sense, Because we’re all crazy, I like the crazy ones, They are far more interesting. © 2015 Brittany BosticReviews
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StatsAuthorBrittany BosticMDAboutTo write is to live and feel passion seething through your veins that somehow shows up in words on paper. I love words and the strange way that they use themselves to portray everything we have in.. more..Writing
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