Hive Mind

experimental poem about thinking.

My mind is full of buzzing, honey bees

Burrowing deep to the core of my brain 

Honeycombing all of my thoughts

Ideas 

Filling every empty space with beautiful things

Magical worlds

As necessary for my life as air

Every tiny, flying, thing, a thought 

Every beat of wings reminds me 

louder, loUDER, LOUDER, LOUDEST

They almost seem to blend together 

One entity screaming with a million voices 

My mind has grown into a thriving hive 

I cannot tell if this is good or not 

The swirly, twirling, energizing feel 

The heavy, weighty, draining all my motivation feel 

The queen is fat, the soldiers tired 

All the worker bees are wired 

The pressure is building steadily, slowly

The Hives population keeps growing and growing

My mind wasn’t built for this many thoughts

There isn’t much space left…. 

POP

They’re scared, they’re stinging 

All these thoughts I thought were harmless 

Puncturing my skull, destroying their own hive

Destroying my mind 

But having hurt me, all the thoughts die

It’s finally quiet

I'm finally free

One thought remains

One buzzing bee 

I can make more ideas, create more things

It might get this bad again, my mind turning toxic 

But it’s worth it  

The honey they make, for me, it’s like oxygen