Emotional Anarchist

Hotter than hell and as cold as ice,

a little sugar but mostly spice ,

using clichés that belie the depths of my intellect ,

deliberately confusing, annoyingly amusing, mostly for the fuck of it .

Why the crudity? Displaying my unpredictability,

or maybe I just misplaced my modesty.

So many facets, choices to reflect,

so many questions , all too easy to deflect.

Playfully engaging, pleasantly enraging,

not overly concerned with the staging,

the constraints are not my restraints,

amused by the pictures that your mirror paints.

Turn it around, I defy your heuristics,

just another, lovely, lonely emotional anarchist.

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Topping It Off

I’m not cynical, just detachedly clinical.

Tell me, how do you feel now that you’'ve reached the pinnacle?

Are you happy yet ? Can you touch the sky?

Now that you have it all, do you want to die?

Or live it up and risk the fall?

Are you straddling or standing tall?

Still trying to balance and hold onto it all?

The choice is there — it’s time to raise or call.

The Wall Will Fall Eventually

My philosophy is that things are just as bad as they seem.

If my life were gymnastics I'd be straddling the balance beam.
If my life were a sport, I'd still be in the locker room.
And if I were a frightful witch,
I'd still be looking for my broom.
I am sitting on wall and feeling like Humpty-Dumpty -