National Poetry Day

Musik: Ben Conroy talking XD
Kleiden: Jeans, purple top and starry shoes
Filme: Back To The Future (Zemickis)
Buchen: Huckleberry Finn - Mark Twain

National Poetry Day so thought I oughta post something. Just quickly as I'm going soon!

This poem doesn't have a proper title. But yeah...

My heart is like the tide,
It swells and bursts hot streams of blood,
In and out, constant, without…
Constraint to rein it in.
It will let anyone in.
Tears can fill my teacup,
When all is said and done.
I’m alone now, finally;
Time to have some fun
With the silver flash and sultry red,
The adrenaline!
I’m stunned.

My heart is like an anvil;
It beats heavy, hard and dull.
It bruises across my chest,
It is so weighted, so out-dated.
I’ll drink to that, my friend!
I’ll drink to anything at all…
If it’ll take away the sharp edges,
Soften, dull them down to weak water potency.
Acutely aware
That you’re not really there.
Yet softly, in drifts the idea falls into my mind…
That you are all that there is.
Metaphor is literal.
Literal is not real, real is not real…
Nothing is.

My heart is exposed like raw meat,
The slightest touch can sting.
I’ll tell you everything;
Anything you want to know!
No, wait.
Fuck you.
Oh, wait.
I love you.

You press onto my heart like a boulder,
And you are so much bolder
Than I could ever be.
My heart is yours.
But I can’t let you keep it.
My heart is yours,
As long as it is beating.