My Mind Burns and My Fingers Itch

I have this in satiable desire to write right now. But no time. Alas! Were it that when my eyes twitch to see the alien in the familiar and like periscopes search above the seemingly ordinary day for the vastly unexplored that my hands, too, could have medium to record this inspiration!! I'm like a pimple that desperately needs popping; I'm white with the pressure of my ideas which are trying to implore, beg, demand of, bribe, and deceive me into putting them down and organize the ink into the plethora of thoughts and, so much more, stories that are fighting for release. "Soon," I say to the horde of buzzing words in my head, "Soon I shall release you to set havoc on the world." But they do not listen; they've heard enough of my empty promises. They thirst for the open air and are wont to attain it by any means. This post is my white flag. As my own imagination takes me as a P.O.W., I have but one condition: Let me not fail high school! And a social life would be nice.

Swirly Dagger of the Yellow Spider

This paradelle is just WEIRD! I hope you enjoy it:

Yellow Dagger of the Swirling Spider:

Dance drunken sky on shatters jazz,

Dance drunken sky on shatters jazz.

On my heart of sky to me and out,

On my heart of sky to me and out.

On my drunken heart my brain shatters

And a jazz dance to me falls out of the sky

Wine of dandelions tickle,

Wine of dandelions tickle

Full the like moment the glasses make,

Full the like moment the glasses make

Wine glasses tickle the moment

Full they make like dandelions.

Swirly yellow piercing spider

Swirly yellow piercing spider

Pumping purple dagger of the birds,

Pumping purple dagger of the birds. 

Yellow dagger of the swirly spider

Pumping, piercing, purple birds.

Yellow birds dance on my heart,

Pumping tickle to my brain.

Like wine glasses full of the purple jazz

They make me drunken with dandelions.

A piercing dagger shatters the moment

And out of the swirly sky, a spider falls.