Type My Life

Location

Adrenaline 
I want the most pure and enlightening
rush of adrenaline any human could ever experience.
But how?

Come on! LETS GO!
I'm getting anxious and nervous.
I want to do ridculously stupid things.
I COULDN'T WAIT!
Under ANY circumsance.

I want to jump off a cliff and get high off the simple air.
I want to do everything imaginable with everyone in the world.
I was already so excited that my entire body was shaking.
The thought of it already had my heart racing faster and faster.

Doo, Daht! Doo, Daht!
Bop BAAH! Bop BAAH!
BOP. BOP.BOP. BOP!

My heart can't stop!
YES!

And right at that very moment,
there was one simple second in which I felt as if I could fly,
for in all ridiculous things -this,I swear- was not.

And then I knew that God had given me the power to fly
at that very instant of my life, because as I breathed in,
I felt like a genuine zen lunatic that was at the peak of rebirth.

YES!

Bop BAAHH! Bop BAAHH!
BOP. BOP. BOP. BOP.
BOP. BOP. BOP. BOP.

Racing... Racing...
My heart! My jazz-like heartbeats!

Incedibly violently and excitedly, I thought about the reality of the situation
and how, my desire for stupid danger was being savagely consumed by my thoughts.
I was beginning to hyperventalate and I had no control over my body anymore
and I loved it.
It was as if the chains in my wrists and ankles were open
and my cross was no longer heavy.

BOP. BOP. Bop. bop
BOP. BOP. Bop. bop

I was confused.
Very confused...

Everyone who had seen me go through my exhausting experience,
thought I was the happiest person in the word.
How easy is it to be fooled?
Because for all I knew, nothing could have happened to me.
For all I could have known, I was a piece of everything drowning within nothing and everything after that.
I could be dead and alive within the sorrowful pits of happiness.
I could have been a male instead intead of a female at that instant.
But I didnt care. I didnt care at all
and I liked it like that.
I love the feeling of having no control over myself -the feeling of madness-
because the beauty of spontaneous transcendence of life was exactly that:
the passion of knowing nothing but everything about oneself in between life's blissful happiness and never ending pain that kills the heart for one sublime second.
 

 

 

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