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"unbottling" poems
Emotions I'd lock away in a bottle Heaving my foot harder on the throttle Driving as reckless as this car can bear If they could hear me, the people would stare Because I was taxing the engine with e'ry mile And it was worse when I'd fake a laugh or a smile The more that I'd fake, the more I'd enclose In a small envelope with the edges all rose I'd pack more and more in, 'til it all would spill out And rise to my lips in the form of a shout But I'd bite on my lips 'til they bled ('til they bled) And I'd keep all the shouts in my head (in my head) And they'd never leak out, except when they did How to express them? Well, I was just a kid So I'd talk to my friends, but they were obsessed with games And developing smart-assed remarks and foul names None of them knew me, nor could understand The shouts in my head or envelope in my hand A slit for a thought, a fight for denial The jury was loaded, my thoughts all on trial No argument heard, it was senseless berating And on the edge of cruel reason my emotions were skating How to express what I knew was not reason? The answer evaded me season by season 'Til it was said once, like a seed needing planting A thought that grew out of my head, took my breath, left me panting "You aren't Atlas, try as you might All the feelings inside will **** you in a fight You need to let out, like a quick-release lever Find someone who'll ease your mind like, forever." It took years to develop, since I first got the advice Yet I was cast someone by the roll of dice And little by little, my old ways would alter My bottling acts would slowly falter Three years it's been, and I'm surely the better For unbottling things letter for letter And sure, I've got stuff I don't say out loud And things I keep private because I'm not proud But still, I'm more open, and I'm also content And it's as a result of the way I've been bent
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Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
venig
A bit about how I got here
Emotions I'd lock away in a bottle Heaving my foot harder on the throttle Driving as reckless as this car can bear If they could hear me, the people would stare Because I was taxing the engine with e'ry mile And it was worse when I'd fake a laugh or a smile The more that I'd fake, the more I'd enclose In a small envelope with the edges all rose I'd pack more and more in, 'til it all would spill out And rise to my lips in the form of a shout But I'd bite on my lips 'til they bled ('til they bled) And I'd keep all the shouts in my head (in my head) And they'd never leak out, except when they did How to express them? Well, I was just a kid So I'd talk to my friends, but they were obsessed with games And developing smart-assed remarks and foul names None of them knew me, nor could understand The shouts in my head or envelope in my hand A slit for a thought, a fight for denial The jury was loaded, my thoughts all on trial No argument heard, it was senseless berating And on the edge of cruel reason my emotions were skating How to express what I knew was not reason? The answer evaded me season by season 'Til it was said once, like a seed needing planting A thought that grew out of my head, took my breath, left me panting "You aren't Atlas, try as you might All the feelings inside will **** you in a fight You need to let out, like a quick-release lever Find someone who'll ease your mind like, forever." It took years to develop, since I first got the advice Yet I was cast someone by the roll of dice And little by little, my old ways would alter My bottling acts would slowly falter Three years it's been, and I'm surely the better For unbottling things letter for letter And sure, I've got stuff I don't say out loud And things I keep private because I'm not proud But still, I'm more open, and I'm also content And it's as a result of the way I've been bent
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I see blue from a rooftop, blinded by light and laughter. an embrace of the sun — my skin, melting butter. through the attic window, weightless curtains flutter… and I suddenly wonder: what it feels like to be a bird? smelling air, its scent of lavender, singing the wind's song, unbottling memories of last summer. enjoying a rainbow after the thunder, oh, how I wonder what it feels like to have wings? and I fall asleep, lullabied into dreams by a gentle wind with its tune of a summer breeze.
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Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 6:58 PM UTC
_basil_
What would it feel like to be a bird?
I see blue from a rooftop, blinded by light and laughter. an embrace of the sun — my skin, melting butter. through the attic window, weightless curtains flutter… and I suddenly wonder: what it feels like to be a bird? smelling air, its scent of lavender, singing the wind's song, unbottling memories of last summer. enjoying a rainbow after the thunder, oh, how I wonder what it feels like to have wings? and I fall asleep, lullabied into dreams by a gentle wind with its tune of a summer breeze.
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