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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