Fireworks in my Stomach

Shadowbox15

I have fireworks in my stomach.

The sizzle and explode

with a red-hot lust for love

adventure and life

 

The fireworks burst

in flamboyant colour

Blue green red

hope luck and adventure

 

The problem?

They can’t leave my stomach

The bursting excitement would burn 

down my sincere forest heart

Would disrupt the garden of wisdom,

my mind

and as for my love organs?

I can imagine the disaster

 

So I keep my fireworks in my stomach

And I don’t know how long they’ll stay

 

 

  • Author: Shadowbox15 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 27th, 2017 18:42
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WOW SHADOW ~ What a lovely way to describe the feelings we all have as we grow & develop ! "Fireworks in my Stomach" We all develop differently but you poem describes how I felt when I was 15 ! By the time I was 20 most of them had well and truly exploded ! Most of them (Thank GOD) under control ! The things you describe will probably all explode in the next five years ~ There is a right time & place for everything ! Thanks for sharing and avoid premature explosions ! Yours BRIAN

    • Shadowbox15

      I don’t plan on making stupid decisions. I like having a good quality of life. Premature explosions would definitely screw up those plans.



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