Tumblr Stumbler

I’ve always been a social stumbler,
      Emotional mumbler,
                          romantic fumbler.
Perhaps I would not be the bumbler in the world that I found here on Tumbler.

But so fast,
                    I feel outcast by the
         contrast
                as this vast
                             blast of
                                   talent passed.

I’m pretty straight, I’m not pansexual,
I’m pretty daft, not intellectual.
I do not live just to be textual,
And I find lamenting ineffectual.

I’m mostly happy,
      my
   words        are
            scrappy
   and when I’m down my wit’s still snappy. 

I can’t astound with what’s found in the mound of my grounded mind so I search in the world hoping to find a picture to paint with words divine.

My words don’t bleed but to me they feed some primal need as they speed, stampede onto the page to mislead. If you read then I succeed as we have that in common, agreed? 

What you write and how you fight gives me light despite how we are like day and night.

Our minds so different yet so coherent sees us emergent through the insurgence of a word.