Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

Energy


The energy inside of me is relentlessly overwhelming,
Can’t hardley tell a story with out ending up vibrating,
I mean that literally, if I get a little geeked,
Find neat people to meet,
Drive down a new street,
Find some info to leak,
Ill start shaking, making faces and changing paces.
This energy is just not containable, obtainable, or stable,
At this point are these lines even relatable? Repeatable?
I guess we’ll see one day.
Back to the shaking, the way it feels inside, thats right.
It creeps up from the core, creating more as it sores into position on your skin, do you feel that?
When it starts to begin again, it tends to trend all tremendously as it travels up your tendencies.
I love the feeling as it feels me, it steals me…in the middle of a line, nope, diatracted by it dissolving dangerously deep into the depth of my disassociated development.
Can you feel it yet?
That skin crawling enegery that sends shivers searching for your finger tips, tickling terriblely, totally taking over the emotion that currently connects currents of volts viciously vibrating variably all over me.
Are you feeling me?
That energy I speak of it keeps up, close up and personal, internal and irreplacable, inseparable from the feelings that frequently find time in your mind, the feelings of fallopian tubes fondling your foreskin, is that too much?
Should I start over, technically begin.
Ok, here goes,
The energy on my skind crawls over me sensitevly seducing me seriously sending sound waves through my system of soultions for ruthless polution of popultation penetrating my perception.
Have you ever felt something like that, find that, if you can’t, re-read this and try again stat!
You’ll never find a more satisfying feeling than furiously fixing the focus in your front lobe when energy so powerful potentially pulls you out of your confort zone, setting a new tone.
This my opportunity to open up all the ideas I can’t find when I’m shaking like a b****, twitching like a lonely little leaf on a stick.
To say this all out loud would take ludicrous lucidity leaping bounds over my marvilously maticulous memories, making more maliciously merry mountains of motivation to move upon.
Do you feel in now?
On your skin, in your mind, in the places to tight and locked up to get insight in to fix what isnt right?
This energy feels so nice.
I wish I could feel it all night.
Maybe if I share this, the end of this energy wont enter my sight.


NV. – written on April 14th, 2018 – started @ 4:03 p.m. finished @ 4:40 p.m.

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