I can't get enough of the thrill
The choke and the tears after
The miles and miles I run in my mind
How the stars look at night
They follow me and I need the release
I need the touch and go in my head
Cat and mouse I play with my sanity and will to live
One more thrill ride so I can crash
Give it until I ask no more
Let me feel the burn as it chases me
Feverous sickness in my mind
I love the thrill....the choke
The taste of the dead left in my mouth
Let go and you can see the past in the smoke
I see with more clarity then I wish I did
Higher than I ever was and I wish it would end me
So I love the choke and the thrill...maybe one day you will understand
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
Humid summer vice
Insipid love affair on my mind
Let me go and set me free!
Lament my lonely nights
I wish we could have stayed
Over or am I a fool?
The faster the play doesn't mean it is played well
Even after the disaster
So be ****** if I play the tragedy!
Give me her scorching love and let me burn
I relish the fire behind her eyes and wish to woo her under the sparkling summer sun
My broken heart to be tossed to the wind as I accept my fate
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
I found my way
Right into your arms
Safe and sound
Away from harm
Glazed eyes and heavy burdens
I lay myself down at your feet
You pick me up and dust me off
Whispering promises of certain future
Your eyes glitter reflecting each promise
I am lost in your eyes
Can it be?
A haven away from reality
Our space seems to bend time
Keep me safe my love
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 12:53 PM UTC
I am tired
It's a deep feeling in my bones
It drains my smile
It limits my laughter
Can I be any more tired?
Eyelids droop but sleep eludes my grasp
When I wake my body aches
No stretch can relieve it
Why can't I feel full inside?
Can I not find my fill?
Why am I so empty…
Pick me up and give me vise
Is this a punishment?
Can I find reprise...
Fill me with emotion...
I want to fly again my little muse
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
Laughter, I could hear it through the phone and could listen for hours
A smiling face , one that would make me smile whenever I would see it
Such a way with words, just a whisper of a command and I would surely fall to her feet
An old soul in your eyes, and you would see the world in ways that amaze me
Flirty and bright, you left me in the dust with jokes and witty retort
Intriguing and shy, but never afraid to carve your own path with your personal style
So many things and so many different types of beauty and grace
But how to describe me?
For a writer possesses it muses guise and is never the same twice
Am I witty and comfortable
I suppose I could say I am observant and a ear to listen to the woes
Or am I closer to laidback and rude enough to make a grandma blush?
But tis no fret
I see beauty in all
To walk in another's shoes is a breath of life in the line of imagination
One day I can be the warrior willing to sacrifice all
The next I can be sinner punishing thyself more then any could do to him
Or a parent watching their child grow older learning more about yourself in your little one
Writing is my soul … no need to be good at it
No need to be the best among my many faces
I am a blank page, so write as you will my story
But in my hand and head, I see beauty, hate, and much more
Although it might drive me crazy, I love it to the very fault
For she is humorous with eyes as deep as lakes and speaks with words that make me weep with sorrow or die over again with joy
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
Come to me
Let the sunset warm your face
And point out to me the wonder of the forest
Show me the secret of the woods
Tell me of your love and your pain
What makes such a heart bleed the way yours does?
I want to see you smile as you tilt your face to the sky
And when the light dies down I want to lay back on the ground and point out the stars and their wonders
Because you deserve to be given a place to escape
For the world is one place you seem to never touch and I wish you could take me with you
So come to me and let me show you the wonder of the world right in front of you
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC
She sends me pictures of the sky admiring the prettiness of it but the only thing I see is her and how her face lights up when she talks about it
We share music throughout the day back and forth we play with messages like how elementary crushes passed notes to each other
She loves her animals and she always tells me to give plenty of love to them since they deserve it
So does she...
So I wait and hopelessly fall in love with her little by little because she is the skylight
The thing that brightens my mornings and makes me glow
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC
It comes and goes such a feeling
No one even knows
How I can just picture the canvas through her eyes
Bright and vivid
Vulnerable to emotion so pure and intense
Can't even gaze upon her face my heart betrays me
God save me
What is the antidote to her?
Now every time I see the sunrise it gives me an aching melancholy muse
Her and will I forever see the sun in her smile now
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
Time to say goodbye to my summer romance
Like the light that dies for the winter snow
You filled my summer nights
And my head with such love you would have thought me dead before
Before I ever looked into such gorgeously intense hazel eyes
Brown for her pure love and green for her playful nature
Staying up late at night waiting for your text
Spending camp learning of each other in tender moments
Laughing never seemed so easy
It's so hard to laugh without the gut-wrenching memory of how you looked when you smiled and laughed with me
But I am content now
Content to see her beautiful face smile without me
Content to live without my first love
And I love her even more
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
Puff, puff, puff
Watching my death blow from my mouth
I feel it settling in
Making me feel like the world is in hyperfocus
Details find their way to the surface
I stare at the ceiling as it feels like the world is swaying
I wish I was staying
Falling and I can't find my grace
I let my fingers fumble with the next mistake
Each puff and I feel dead
To each their own aphrodisiac
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC