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)
- Published: November 27th, 2017 18:42
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
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
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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