Geyser

The pressure builds underneath
Until it strays forth for all to see
This release subsides the gritted teeth
This geyser is not for you, but for me

So much passion, so much art
I see it flowing all around
I want to tell you how I feel
But, I do not know how to start
No more feelings do abound
Within this empty facade of steel

Has the cyclical steaming jet
Truly relieved the pressures below
Or is this hardened face I show
Allowing withheld pressure to get
To the point where my volcano will blow

Trying to control
I’m not seeing highs and lows
Where’ve my feelings gone

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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