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I've always had trouble expressing my emotions
Constantly shoveling coal into a fire that needs to be tamed
Leaving me mentally deflated
But also ready to expload
My nails dug up skin
Scratch marks in moments with a lack of thought
Burning Running down my finger tips
Where i make connection with a pen
The ink finds words I can't quite form, even though the deliverence isn't always what I pictured
Its the sweetest release I'll receive
Eva Rushton Feb 2018
I fly up high on wings of man
And see below, the beautiful land
My job's to fight the firey beast
From North to South , West to East

I love my job and I am proud
But the fire is fierce , and its rage is loud
The sky is grey and thick with smoke
I pray to God I make it out

I dive down deep ,to drop the load
I hear the pop , my wings expload
My job on earth is now done
My life in heaven has begun

My sisters and brothers , please dont cry
For With wings of God , Im still up high
The firey beast has not won
For me eternity has just begun

Written by E.M.Rushton
This was written after a fellow firefighter died while flying a water bomber  fighting a forest fire.
snow queen Jun 2014
when did i become
a ticking time bomb
ready to expload
at any given time
how did anxiety
make me this fragile
im scared
                    one day
im going to not be able
to put back together
after an explosian.               (s.q)
Theresa Marie Mar 2016
There's been a ringing
In my ears
A pain in my throat
Bottle these words inside an eloquent note
Wash upon the sea
These bones, these hands, these knees
Crawling
But never back to you
February 29, 2016 3:47 am

Every night I feel the gun reload
Expload inside this old head of mine
Unlocking this virtual mountain
I'll eventually  have to climb
Rain seeps in the soles of my shoes
A train creeps in my rear view
Depressed something manic
Stressed and I overthink I panic
Night turns to day
My mind decays
My body lay still
Cars passing out the windowsill
and with an evanescent glance
spilt dirt over a hideously fleeting romance
And with a kiss of a razor
My vessel collided, a glacier
You took me by my swollen wrist
Pain stricken by a twisted kiss
Tongue tied and mechanic
Young love sank the titanic
Paul Hardwick May 2013
Seams to me
mind  ex spands
with a words all the time
do think that some day
my mine will expload

Dreams for my head in this what is the time of mine.
The teeth inside my head
Swollowed
And overdosed on doubt
Clamping my jaw shut
The only thing that poured out
Was oxygen
Escaping my lungs
Adding fuel
To a already bitter furnace
Inflating a over indulged balloon
Ready to expload

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