Unknown?

SAD OR HAPPY?
I FEEL KINDA SNAPPY.
KINDA CONFUSED MYSELF?
U KNOW HOW IT FEELS WHEN U GO BLANK?
ITS LIKE U SEE BLACK 
OUT OF YOUR HEAD
CANT THINK CAUSE THERE IS SO MUCH TO THINK OF
CANT BE CREATIVE WHERE MY MIND IS WALKING ON CLOUD
HEARING VOICE THROW MY HEAD OUT LOUD
IT SEEMS EXTREMELY WOWED
CAUSE I CANT THINK WITH THIS BLANK OUT.
FEELING CONFUSED
GETTING NERVOUS
OF THE CHOOSES THAT I GOT TO MAKE
IT WILL CAUSE THE FEATURE
RUNNING WITH FEAR YET SMILING LIKE ITS NOTHING
HAVING NO CLUE WHATS UP WITH ME
YET I GOT ALL THESE MIX EMOTIONS RUNNING THROW ME
FEELING EXCITED YET FEELING DOWN
AM I GOING CRAZY?
I CAUSE OUT OF NO WHERE I FEEL LIKE DANCING
I AM FEELING UP AND DOWN EACH MINUTE
CANT THINK, JUSTED PUSSED.
DONT KNOW IF I AM SAD OR HAPPY?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Orozco Avatar
May 13, 2009 at 3:10 PM
This is a very well written poem. I'm sure many people can connect to this piece. Awww the Alley below this comment is my future wifey I love her sooo much! - jeremiah
Poe Avatar
May 12, 2009 at 5:13 PM
I was just feeling like this earlier. Love this poem. Yes I love to paint. Watercolor, oil, even makeup. I will send you my email in your soup mail. -Alley
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May 10, 2009 at 2:06 AM
Every new birth becomes with a throbbing heart riled by its own excitment ... but only pain gives the birth ... the next poem is in your heart and not your head ... the head is always jealous and try to manipulate all thinking ... even this feeling here reveals something ... a mixing in of ingredients for a sweet recipe. I pass this way sometimes ... and just to sit with you ... a human moment.
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