ANGRY is the SCREAM as I papercut myself trying to go too fast
It reverberates in my bones, in my skull
I don’t scream out of PAIN
My FRUSTRATION has reached the boiling point
The tipping point, the point of NO RETURN.
YELLING let’s out steam, that build-up in my veins
Borne of vexed dreams, DOWNED expectations
As I try to FLY HIGH.
That scream is ME
Calling out to the GODS for a respite.
Angry bypasses reason.
It goes straight from SYNAPSE TO SYNAPSE
Short-circuiting all attempts at moderation.
It feeds on itself like OUROBOROS
It is WHOLE and complete and happy to be
SHOUTING to the world: I AM!
sad eats up all my energy
it is voracious
sad preserves my self from Angry
it scares others more because it is quiet
and doesn’t say its name
sad shuns light and life
it is gray, it swirls into the void
coriolis striving for non-existence
making inertia beautiful and desirable
sad is no-capital
it takes you on insidiously
wants you to stop feeling
to stop thinking, and stop being
whispering to the world
am no longer
HaPPy bOuNcEs Up AnD dOwN
It Is MoVeMeNt aNd SurPrIsE
mUSiC aNd DaNcE
It MoVeS YoU FrOm WiThIn
To ToUcH ThE WiThOuT
iT Is CuRiOSiTy FoR tHE WoRlD
Of WhIcH YoU ArE pArT
AnD wHiCh Has CrEatEd