Now I have written my third poem ever (not including haiku). The first poem came out the first time I was truly in love. Healthy inspiration. The second came during a stint of hypomania and was linked to a sword that I was making. It actually got published without me being aware. Today is the third and I feel anxiety creeping it's way in... for no damned reason. Anyway.. I'm going to put this poem here because if I show it to anybody in my circle they will worry about me.

There is a storm in my mind
that wants to get out.

Like lighting bolts from my eyes,
and hurricanes from my mouth.

My fingers want to penetrate stone,
and shatter it to dust.

My feet want to quake the Earth,
and wake everybody up.

This storm in my mind,
Sometimes it leaks out.


There it is. Seems unfinished.