• brianjames 10w

    Those feelings
    The ones that you shelve
    Because you're afraid of caring too much
    Or having too much passion
    And being uncool with them
    The In-Crowd;
    I promise they'll find a way
    To jump rank, to fall and shatter
    And explode from you
    Like a Jackson Pollock
    And you'll be left gutted
    And afraid
    And deeply inadequate
    But so spectacularly beautiful
    That you will drive someone to prose
    And yourself to a sanitarium.
    But future problems are future problems
    And procrastination is your bread, butter, jam, knife, and plate
    And you've 'friends' now that you can never really count on
    But you're hip and trendy and popular
    And vapid
    ©atelophobicpoetry