Percolator

Push the pen

Trip the light

Say good bye

Yearn for flight

Soul demeanor

Fiscal cheerleader

Rabid fan

Manipulator. 

Checked Out

I ticked,

Tacked,

My toe,

Wondering who to trust

Not trusting them as far as I throw.

The debaters,

The self-haters.

Monstrous threats,

From the litigators.

How long do the silent have to struggle?

Trust no bitch.

Kinectivity

Fickle formats,

Lead to anxious corrections.

The scratching on my neck,

Is making my fingernails bleed.

There’s something inside,

I can’t deny.

Something sinister.

Nervous air,

Followed by bad decisions,

Late night partying,

And one too many.

My toxic love

is infecting those most important.

Kinetic energy surges from my soul,

But the tap has all but disappeared.

I fear if I don’t release it soon,

All will be damned.