Lyrical Bulimic

Written with Fatima (@HiddenGreatness)

Ingesting more than my metaphoric psyche can handle I regurgitate my flaws, emotions, and sexual wet dreams into articulate verses.
They tell me I'm verbally bulimic...
Gluttony ingesting various conversations
Then bolting towards the closest area where I can discretely upchuck my souls secrets
Scribe my indiscretions
Purging my unbiased judgements across blogs and college ruled paper
They tell me I have problem

Spitting and spatting perfect beautifully partitioned thoughts for you to gag at
My quote game is a bulimic's bragging desire
I see words, hear words, taste words, and chew them to regurgitate a meal of intelligence and clever notations
Notate I'm an artist always ready to exploit my talent for the right appreciation
A mind is a terrible thing to waste and I guarantee the taste of my lyrical regiment will engage you into the minds of many geniuses all implanted on my taste buds...

A complex disorder causing a perpetual need to waste ignorance, gorge on intellect, and release articulate quotations across various media networks
I'm a lyrical bulimic
Misunderstood by those willing to digest simplicity
Constantly finding flaws in my adjectives silhouette
I stick my finger down the throat of societal misconceptions
Redefining my illness from internal digression
To projecting my verbal greatness onto all those who choose to bare witness
I'm lyrically bulimic

The complexity will make a true mind gag and gasp
Gasping at the beauty of regurgitated excellence
So amazing it's disgusting
Two new lovers skipping and holding hands
That love of genius
Redefined to constant change lyrically bulimic can often position me as an aggressive blogger
Have you ever experienced words being crabs in barrel all tumbling onto each other

*finger down throat*

Letting go of all the things I've mentally suppressed

I'm a beautiful verbose bulimic never getting lost in what I can't hold onto for I frequently throw up what separates my genius from the simple mind... How dare I share the chunks of Gods gifts across social pages... How dare I not? I've swallowed my nightmares only to vomit my lessons for all to see.. I am a lyrical bulimic and My reflection has already diagnosed me