A Poem I Wrote in High School

I just wrote this s**t one night

These feelings in my chest will not be put to rest until they get expressed. Not even a breath can be repressed until they flow with openness

Onto this page

With sloppiness. They will not falter or regress until I get them off my chest. With interest and eagerness I will protest

and obsess

these emotions with no regrets. I will try my best, but none-the-less, most seemingless and meaningless, most lingualist and chillingest way, in 3-dimensions, I will not rest until my feelings are undressed to the most bone and nakedness

the most raw and passionless,

CONCIOUSNESS

Not ambiguous or explicitless but with lucidness and definitiveness. I will continue the duration of my poem giving an explanation and justification for the elucidation of the recapitulation of my emotions.

The exception being its perfection.

The liquidation and annihiliation of any facade tha tstands in the way of my perturbation and

my trepidation being recorded and relayed.

I will not vacillate until the ink on this page, that will not mention the bottled up tension, that squeezes words from the mind like water from a rock-

Insist on this statement: Don't read this poem without permission because this is my rendition of my inner intermission. My success being my happiness and my defeat being the inability to interlock my distress with my gladness so both of my emotions meet in one sentence or less on this page with excellence.