Haha, hey fam.
I’ve been up since 4 am of my own choice, and WOW does it feel good to be productive. I have done so much work on my novels today–you guys are going to be so proud of me when it’s done in two years.
(Books take a lot of time, yo.)
Anyways, I’m all hyped up on coffee and a surprisingly good-night’s sleep, so I decided to go ahead and write a poem. It’s a longer poem than usual. It goes a couple of lines over onto a second page in Microsoft word.
It’s about a hummingbird. (I’m sure you gathered that from the title of this post, but eh.) A humming bird, because I kind of think of myself as one. Just a little. It’s not my spirit animal though. My spirit animal is a red fox. I know because my friends and I took the “official” spirit animal test in Spanish class back in high school.
I really don’t know why I didn’t do well in Spanish class. If you call a B not doing well. Wow, I’m kind of a nerd.
Anyways, when I was writing this poem, I did let it go a little dark (well, my parents are going to think it’s dark) but eh. I like to keep my work interesting. 🙂
Fight me, moms.
Okay, here’s the poem, yo.
My sweet tooth acts up with a
to the temple—disproportionate headache.
Lets me know it’s time to
Sugary syrup I take with my
meals—involve the work-induced sweetness.
My mornings are made of coffee
I like to move fast—the world
can only try to keep up with me as I
buzz around and around
from flower to flower
opportunity to opportunity.
Work consumes me, but I like it this
way. Busy is a forte I like to use as
a descriptor—me and myself, we
keep each other company when I’m
locked away in my mind. My mind
is where the magic happens.
My mind is where the sugar I consume
It’s where the sweet dripping
caffeine turns to gold gilded worlds
made only of my words.
Flower to flower.
Poems to dust.
I drink all my work like it’s red stained
nectar from a hummingbird feeder.
(Caffeinated coffee caffeine sugar—keep your poets happy,
but what is left for those that love the hummingbird?)
I flutter. I float on air.
I hardly notice that I’m rarely with company,
rarely spending time with friends. Family.
Introverts like me thrive on sporadic
company—only pay attention to me when work
is absent. I promise to make time for you
when the work is done and the red sugar ink
has stained my mouth.
Hope you guys liked it!!! 🙂 I did work hard on this one, and I am kind of proud of it.
Like this poem if you think I should do morning posts instead of evening posts! Personally, I’m having more fun writing right now than I usually do when I’m writing before I fall asleep.
Have a lovely rest of your day, everyone!