Sometimes my feelings write stories
Unspoken things that catch at my throat or slip up and stubble upon themselves
when they cannot seem to express what they are
to the outer spaces of these places that they tend to wonder into without an intro
just becoming deductions for existing within places that don’t accept what they are
intangible emotions that are trying fighting
to make space within the realm of us and we
Sometimes my feelings cause anger
When a shy girl like me with a quick wit and a quick whipped tongue feel
their emotions rise to the light and linger on the teeth they bite
to fight down the words that clamor for a place in my vocab, oh barely do I get them
back to a safe distance
a safe place
that you can’t deduce nor contrive
what I got for you inside
and with all that will power
at its peak
my body is hot and my belly is fire
to where all I have left is to lash out at the fact
that my eloquent and elegant proclamation to make you mine has to sit in the back seat
while rage takes a ride on that Pontiac pride.
Where my voice booms and shakes you up and rattles your cage just to get a reaction
to avoid interaction
the dance of my feelings and emotions colliding
to encrypt the message that looms in the waltz between tales and gestures and
there it is the final curtain
the last hurrah
the goodbye
the “its not you its me but its really you
and yeah you’re cool but just too cool ya know”
and there it goes
the story of devotionals dedicated to you
whisked away by the strength in my veins
the voice of anger with a message for you
there it goes