False Alarms

I tend to live within the highest highs and lowest lows of the emotional spectrum, in moderation I get bored. This poem is about the excitement I feel over new experiences, perhaps too soon.

I’m always setting false alarms.

Lighting fires in my heart and mind.  Reaching, grasping, flailing arms.

I’m always setting false alarms.

Flares shooting through a dark night sky, lighting up my mood!

My alarms are not distress signals. They’re fireworks skewed.

I’m always setting false alarms.

I simmer then bubble and boil over and burst!

The bells chime and it’s a victory tune, the game not yet played the song not yet sung.

I’m always setting false alarms.

I can’t keep it in, it’s all spilling out.

RING OUT RING OUT! GOOD IS HERE! IT’S IN ME!

I’m always setting false alarms.

I can’t keep it in, it has to be free!

I radiate emotion, it jumps out of chest, it pours out of my soul, leaves the whole place a mess.

And the alarms ring out… SOMETHING GOOD IT’S HERE!

But this ringing they do… this singing out loud?  It’s not always true.

I’m always setting false alarms.

Excitement stifles my hearing and my alarms lie to you.

I sing high on the hill but my stories are false. Half truths, fabrications, fervor lost.

I’m always setting false alarms.

But I like the sound of the song, the alarm bell’s in tune.

 I can’t give them up. 

 I’m addicted too soon.

Reviews

[Eve S.]

A beautiful coincidence brought me to read your poem, which I found interesting and so expressive. I just published, maybe in the same minutes as you did, a peom with a similar title, yet a different theme.

I'm addicted to half truths too, by the way.

Thank you for sharing!