First

This is how writing feels to me I cant help it

They threatened and threatened till I knew it would crack
These words sit in my level head bouncing against the walls
Energised by the heat of my anger
The intensity of my joy
The stress of my frustration
Only vaguely making an appearance as you pass me by
Forever masking the genuineness of my work and play
they plague me for attention
These thoughts that lay my bed and wait till I rise
They give me work rather than misery or joy
Busy in my own head
As I tumble through life
Constantly awaiting that moment of release.
When they disperse and sizzle down to my fingers
I feel whole again
Back to "normality"
Whatever the concept implies.
And soon I'm sent off to the world
where they race for me again

Author's Note

I got a bit off I think at the end but its something that just passed by my mind so I couldn't really grasp an ending

Reviews

[onmyway]

To me actually the end was grasping - after reading this it completely depicts your mind animation - starting with chaos (the way it should have been) and ending with falling back to "normalcy" - good one!

[Level-headed]

Thanks so much!!

[Kreative Kana]

I love how you just let your mind flow. I'm not quite sure what is happening here though. Could you please explain? Thank you for sharing this! :)

[Level-headed]

I was just basically explaining how my mind is filled with thoughts and worry and hurt but I keep shut through it all...and when I write (" these disperse and sizzle down to my thumbs") is the only time I feel some form of relief. But inevitably I'm going to be filled with all those things again.

[Level-headed]

Its really written with very heightened emotion so... My work tends to lack structurally