Apr 2014
I leave the day to those outside exiles.
I leave the warm sun to the reptiles.
I want to feel the breeze in my face,
I want to run through the streets!
I want to feel my heart jump and race,
I want to dance to my own heartbeats!
I want to hear breathing from my chest,
I want to live fully, while all others rest.
I want motion to be perpetual and mine,
I want to feel everything, tipsy from wine.
I want your lips pressed against my neck
I want to be happy without looking back.
I leave the warm sun to the reptiles.
I want to feel the breeze in my face,
I want to run through the streets!
I want to feel my heart jump and race,
I want to dance to my own heartbeats!
I want to hear breathing from my chest,
I want to live fully, while all others rest.
I want motion to be perpetual and mine,
I want to feel everything, tipsy from wine.
I want your lips pressed against my neck
I want to be happy without looking back.
Though I love the futuristic current of poetry, I can't seem to pull those poems off. I always feel like I lack motion in my emotions, that I like drive to live, which is precisely where futurism would fit. But sometimes, I feel in a "futuristic" mood, and I'll never restrain myself from writing it out.
