Eruption

a poem

A Kris Note: Does anyone else suffer from “Saying Stupid Shit Syndrome?” I have had that damn condition for my entire life. Maybe that's why I took to writing at such a young age; all the things I tried to say verbally were either misunderstood, laughed at, scorned, scoffed at, or blown off. I am frequently made to feel like my spoken words have no weight or validity. But writing is the format in which I can get my point across very easily, and if I can't then it's up to reader interpretation. So yeah.

Why do I forget myself so often?

I always say the wrong thing to the point where

it becomes so fucking redundant they must wonder,

“What idiotic thing will she say next?”

And my response is: who the hell knows?

Even I am clueless of the lunacy lava

Destined to erupt;

To destroy and burn

All in its path.

But of one thing I am certain-

As long as I am breathing,

Something completely asinine

Is bound to escape my lips

And I will forever be

Unable to stop it.

-kris johnston