In Need of a Cold Shower

Fevered glances,
An idiot prances,
My heart dances,

Stop.
Breathe.
Think.

What is happening to me?
Is this what is meant to be?
The intensity varying in it's degree,
How do I set it free?

Keep it cool man!
You need a plan..
Think on it mate,
Before it is too late..

Vulnerability denies my ability,
Frustration at my indignation,
It is my antipathy and my sympathy,
God damn this wretched heart of mine,
Just a human with half a bloody problem,
No battle with my inner demons and the divine,
In the tapestry of life..this is by the hem.

In a swirl..
    ...of hilarity..
      ..and desperation..
        ...I ask you..

What do I do?

Reviews

[Jo Todd]

This could totally be a poem about ur fear of dancing in public

[Luke Rawlings]

That it could... that is true. Not what I intended but I can see it now :') Thanks :3

[Jo Todd]

If this is that love poem you were tell me about then it isnt as angsty as you described it. And dont worry, i only detect a little bit of cheese. Its actual pretty tasteful

[Luke Rawlings]

Ah, that is good news. The other one I wrote is much more angsty. :')

[Mizuki Tsukiakari]

I feel so dumb; I don't understand exactly what you're trying to say. I guess I was expecting something a bit different, considering the title is a bit odd. I can see how this is a love poem, yet I cannot understand what the narrator is asking about at the end. What does he do?

[Luke Rawlings]

It is about wanting to do something and not having the courage to do it, like telling someone you like them. The cold shower is often used to sober up, so to get real and man up. What does he do? That is for you to decide :3

[Mizuki Tsukiakari]

Okay, I understand now. Wow, it also seems like the poem just got a million times better :)

[Luke Rawlings]

Thank you :3

[Mizuki Tsukiakari]

You are very welcome :)