Express Yourself

built up frustration

Express Yourself

Express Yourself

As with an ulcer, I feel a burning desire to scream

My voice a prisoner, as hate flows through my bloodstream

I am but my own co-pilot, and the id takes the wheel

Stranded within conscious, with tears my thoughts spill

Enslaved by my own doings, my actions tighten the shackles 

Gasping for air, drowning with doubts and anxiety

With each breath I take, more distinct are the crackles

Quarantined within, thoughtless thoughts unravel eagerly

I begin to ponder if ever will I overcome my silent struggles

My mouth will open and speak, expose all my hoarded rubbles

Freedom of speech must feel great, when the speech knows freedom

Until then I sit in silence, alone with the words I crave to share

I am not at loss of words, but my voice fails to speak it

From the agony of powerlessness, dark ideas begins to sit

With desire fills my lungs, ready to protrude through my mouth

Yet again I block it, and with my words start another bout

Not always do I fail to speak, when I must I retreat

Times I should, it comes with increased peristalsis 

But ideas are lodged in my throat, with no Heimlich I choke 

I crave to share it with the world, my ideas are silver and gold

Slowly I share my feelings, through inaudible scream

Listen closely; you might as well let me in

I will turn your world to unfamiliar considerations 

You will never be the same, once you see that you too are insane

Share the vibrations of my ideas, from you to me will form a fistula

Let the flow of doubts, fear and unknown knowledge

Streak the canvas as it freely flows with mere consistence

Let us share unspoken speech, through you, I will live. 

Reviews

[AprilRN1210]

this makes the medical nerd in my giggle with delight.. such a clever metaphor--- you have done such a good job with it.. expressing thoughts, ideas, and feelings isn't always easy and can feel like they are eating you up inside when holding back, or that they are choking you.. many of us can relate to this..

two things I noticed..

"Enslaved by my own doings, my actions tightens the shackles".. think it should just be "tighten"..

"Quarantined within, thoughtless thoughts unravels eagerly"... again think it should just be "unravel"..

(not a grammar expert, so not sure.. but sound better that way in my head..)

overall I really enjoyed this.. it is clever, apt, has deeper meaning, and is inspirational and encouraging.. you can feel the emotions and internal struggle, yet the optimism.. well done!.

[ksscampos]

thank you.. i'll make the changes.. thanks for reading

[AprilRN1210]

you're welcome, glad I could help.. it was my pleasure..

[Nikki]

God, it's like you have written all the things I failed to write in my darkest time... 5th grade through.. Well, I say 16.. Things I forgot, blocked out.. Things and feelings I never wanted to feel again.. So I stuffed them down and forced this colourful bubble to appease everyone else in my life...... I feel like there is always a scream inside of me, waiting to tear out.. I've just recently, the last two years, began to tear that down.. Might sound corny but this is just what I needed. Thanks for posting.

[ksscampos]

I also have found ways to quiet the voice inside me.. to tear it down as you decently put.. and writing about my struggles is one way i am using to cope... this is the first poem I ever wrote...... ever....

[ksscampos]

My fiance told me to write what i felt, when my lack of communication was affecting our relationship.. and i told her I tried to speak but couldn't.. when she told me to write it, this is what came out..

[Nikki]

Lmao.. No s**t? My boyfriend (ex) of 8.5 years or so.. Gave me the same advice (which Ignored... Till four years after the fact........>.>) Amazing first piece.. Hella Jealous.. My first was one I wrote a lonnnnnnnng time ago about everyone on the Titanic dying instead of surviving... (re-write project t school.. Everyone else went happy ending... Go figure..)

[ksscampos]

Now i want to read that alternate ending to the Titanic

[Nikki]

lmao I wrote it in 6th grade.. All I remember is killing off everyone.. Teacher asked me if I ever thought about writing said I was, lol, Stephen King worthy.. >< But I never really took it up until 2006 and then stopped about 4 years ago....... Rocky times.. Just picked it back up recently..

[Nikki]

So unfortunately I don't have it, but if I did I would share it. i would rewrite it but it just is never the same.. Trust me, my first chapter to my favorite work was perfect-by MY standards, which is a feat-and then it was erased accidentally by my brother... :/ I tried several times to relight that chapter.. IT just doesn't burn the same.