bits and pieces - sorta!spam

impulse - poetry

what i'm feeling at the moment.

is it just me 

or when it feels like you're walking on a thin rope

that can go snap! snap! snap!

you just

want to jump and scream and shout

and do things you shouldn't be doing

and when there's a white canvas

and cans of paint and brushes and pens

you just

want to streak the white with colour

throw papers and splatter paint

scribble squiggles and taint hands with hues

and tones

e v e r y w h e r e

colours everywhere, the white room a storm

of cherry red firey orange

lemon yellow apple green

skyblue velvety purple

and inkyraven black

you know you shouldn't be doing those things

or the paint will get in your hair and eyes

or the colours will stain your clothes

or the rope will snap! and you'll tumble and fall

and you'll be a mess of pain and crushed white

oh "don't you know, that doing those things hurt as well?"

but cortisol is coursing within

and you can't sit still

and so you go down down down

into a spiral of rope and paint and bad mistakes and regrets

on impulse?

am i the only one?