dealing with butterflies

i'm short        of breath

                             and smiling   from the inside   out.

      nervous and                         calm,

hungry and               full,

  all at the             same time.

   i concentrate    on the only thing on    my mind

 which so     happens to be a hundred things

          all at once.

            i'm sweating, it's so         cold in here.

                i fidget in my         seat,

      shaking my legs and  twisting my hair.

                    i speak too loud it   quiet places,

and too soft             in loud places.

   i talk too                        much,

             no matter         the volume.

i'm                    nervous.

          i repeat              myself,

but i don't        realize it

until it's too            late.

       i'm bursting with      energy,

                                     but i hold it            all in.

   i hate this feeling         and i love when it goes away.

wait,

                 i love this feeling and             i hate when it goes away.

i get      mixed    up.

  i get tongue        tied.

                    i can't            sleep.

i can't breathe.

i can't                          think.

                                   i can't.

            nothing is                      right.

i'm not right,

    and i hope i    never go   back.

Reviews

[Emily B]

Trepidation is a fine thing. There are some growing pains as the wings grow in

and then you SOAR

[Sound]

Very unique presentation. I enjoyed reading this.

[Maya]

hmm... sounds like love. this is so wonderful, and the way you split up the lines and the spacing makes it that much more catastrophic and uncontrollable. excellent as always!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

great poem man, just got back here to check up on you and wow...you're sprouting butterflies! GREAT STUFF

[Vanessa]

It's taking me a while to get the general idea of this, though I think that what I'm getting is a character that is like all people, completely taken by feelings. Only this character has taken the time to think about it. That's NOT like the majority, so-to-speak, because while the world feels and fails to think on it, lives and failes to truly live, this character has taken it a step further and ahs analyzed themselves, the feelings they've gone through and do go through in a certain time.

Maybe there is a specific theme, a reason for the feelings. Nonetheless, this character has thought on thought itself.
Great poem.

--vk

[Jetta Zippora]

Nice write! Love the format and style!