Sometimes I feel—
I feel too strongly
Often wrongly though
In ways that feel so heavy man
Burdening myself with weights so great
That leg day becomes a necessity
Need to have a lengthy word with myself
Get me to change the recipe
Cos all these salty thoughts are hurting my health
Unnecessary self-inflicted pressure
Flipping the script on moments meant for pleasure
Moments to treasure
Moments to revel in having no meaning whatsoever
Then again…
Then again, all this sensitivity has a flipside too
Like when the sun waves hello
Or when Prince shreds another guitar solo
I get more feels and words to describe them than you
Would love to share them to prove that it’s true
You wish I didn’t—
but that’s your arzoo
That’s right bro… multilingual too!
But nah… not today my guy
I’m gonna stay in these feels
You’ll just have to take my word for it
Bye Felicia! ✌🏽
Tag: irreverent
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I am very feel
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Verbossman uncut
Lately I’ve been on some other-level shit
Revelling in rebelling against the devil playing advocate!
Revolution on my mind…
Revolver in my right hand—
Reminding the devil who’s boss!
Playing Russian roulette,
Praying I don’t pay the cost
Firing shots at random,
Double-tap the trigger,
Bullets fly in tandem
Catching strays myself
As I wrestle with accountability—
Counting on my knack for grappling with facts
And turning them into an account ability!
Cursed with the compulsion for writing pretty words
Cursive letters strung together—
It’s a little bit absurd
Abstracted from reality,
Allergic to banality,
Eclipsing every musing with obscurate totality!
I’m howling now…
Maybe a little crazy
Smiling too…
As if these words will save me
On my ones…
Lonely master of verbosity,
Speaking tongues,
If only I mastered the vernacular of veracity
Instead of hiding behind this poetry—
If you can call it that…
Now here comes the “woe is me”
Nah man, let’s claw it back
This propensity for self-pity is not a sexy look
Classic avoidant tendency,
Staring at the void incessantly
With an incandescent rage—
With the ink in my pen,
Filling page after page
With pure, indirect savagery!
Intense is the density of imagery
Of the imaginary,
Of the abstract
Utterly absurd utterings—
Figuratively speaking…
Literally, though—
I’m already stuttering
Nope, I…
I can’t do it
Ah, fuck!
I’m stuck,
I’ve lost the thread
Tied in knots
Dreadlocked
Stranded, with this harebrained rhyming scheme
Seems I’m straining
Clogging the drain,
I’m fading…
Drained of sense,
I’m fading
Slowly does it,
I’m fading
Tryna let it go—
Let it fade…
That’s it
Let me fade away
I’m fading,
I’m fading,
I’ve… faded…
I’ve…
…Explainer: A poem about talking too much. About thinking too fast. About trying to be clever when really just wanting to be heard. Verbossman is turning up the volume up on your inner monologue and then losing the remote. 😬
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