Alex Nov 19

I
am
a bottle.
Have you ever
filled a bottle with
Pop so much that it over
flows and sprays everywhere?
Put that into an emotion. I am a bottle. Filled with emotions that
threaten to be spoken, Thoughts that when I try to speak all I taste is fizz. Pointless. When you shake the bottle, you're ruining the way I carefully avoid eye contact and cautiously choose certain words. Ask me what's wrong and you're now opening the bottle. Get ready,
I am going to explode.

Late night or early morning thoughts..

I tried making it into a pop bottle shape.. Lmao

Energy sizzles under my skin
Teeth clenched
Muscles ready to dive right in

Even water sits like a stone
In my stomach
Wants to come up from thoughts alone

Poised and ready with nowhere to go
Hands folded
I'm feeling ready to explode!

Anxious about what will come next
Eyes wet
Nothing to do but to progress

So tired but trying to go on
Body sore
Naps are nice but it won't last long

Too

Sometimes I feel a little too happy
A little too intense
For no particular reason at all
And it scares me
Because I feel like I might explode
That the blood pumping through my heart is building pressure
And I know it is unsustainable
I know that I am burning a little too bright
And I am scared that the world will catch on fire
Or that something will happen to extinguish my light

Vyscern Jan 24

The universe within us;
The light of a million suns explodes
Throughout my head,
And solely from physical contact

Peter Balkus Oct 2016

Samsung new phones explode
in hands, in pockets, in pants.
My phone is not Samsung, thanks God,
He knows I'm not ready to die.

Pauline Russell Jul 2016

My head is growing thicker
My heart is growing sicker
My body is becoming frail
My voice is only a wail
My eyes no longer work
My attitude is that of a jerk

There is no saving
Thoughts that are raving
Just turn and run
Here you'll find no fun
Place wide the danger cones
This is the explosion zone
When it's all over
Feed my pieces to Rover

Jordan Fischer Jun 2016

Who do you call when there is no one to call?
Your last friend that catches your sense of humour, dies without a sense of humour
The friend that generally made up all of your contacts

Calls beforehand of daily progress always went answered to a mother who no longer exists
They were followed by a friend who absorbed everything said
These absorptions poisoned the well of humour and goodwill that you befriended in the first place

Your contacts list might grow in the days ahead
But the optimism that that idea requires to believe in  and the failed rate of your previous confidants make you feel you should protect all
Keep everything within, never explode.
Hopefully implode.

K Balachandran Apr 2016

A seed pod explodes,
Ears of the forest perk up,
Mirth in fertile earth.

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