This is my other blog. I do not write on it nearly often enough. I am rather “hooked” on wordpress.com Primarily because, I do get more feedback on this blog and more traffic and more attention…but yesterday I wrote something kinda sorta good on the other blog. The post was called,”Nervous Nelly.”
And Here it is:
Nervous Nelly by Emily Sturgill
Nerves of steel,
turned to jelly-what has happened to me?
The Scattered Strung out Capital
Letter “S” fell
right off my chest.
Now I have become nothing more -
nor nothing less,
than a nervous nelly,
a girl put to a test.
I wonder why I bother,
to write such dribble-drabble,
that’s likely as all sorts
to get me into trouble.
I worried what people will think or feel,
when they read what I have written.
I question myself, my sanity, and my writer’s ability…
So much, is just never thought out,
I’m a bit like the faucet,
that never finishes dripping out.
I dribble,dangle, words
into something reductive.
a subtraction of emotion,
a fraction of truth, and than
The “S” fell off my chest so very long ago…
I doubt it was ever really there.
just another crazy-lady.
One who talks too much,
and shouts crap from the roof-tops,
and cobweb corners and such
a mumbling muttering crazy old hag.
A bag of flesh and bones,
drifting upon a sea of words,
best left unspoken,
but deep inside of me,
an utter and angry bitch
and she does and says what-ever,
when-ever, she wants too,
not much I can do to rein her in,
my bipolar drugs/meds they help,
to a bit to calm her inner storms.
yet still deep within, she’s an angry bad girl.
and I am a nervous nelly.
Writing down so many secrets from
What will people say? What will they think? And how will they feel?
Is it too personal to admit,
I do go crazy from time to time.