Andrew Rolston

Andrew Rolston Feb 2018

Our hero, he sits, like a king on his throne.
He's surrounded by scores of people but somehow alone.
His palace is full of knights, maidens, jesters, and fools.
He sips his ale, smiles at the maidens and sits back in his stool.
For many hours he raises his glass and sets it back down.
Slowly, he realizes he's not the hero of this story but the clown.

It's about being lonely in public. I wrote this at bar, on a coaster, off the top of my head, as events unfolded before me.

Andrew Rolston Feb 2018

Chasing Shadows

I have been chasing shadows so long,
even the briefest of light burns.
I have been defacing every love song,
even the meaning of the words.

The meaning of the words still humming,
as if floating in the air.
The rapid beat of my heart drumming,
lets me know that it's still there.

Now, just because it is still beating,
that does not give me the right
To bare my teeth, however fleeting.
at all the women in sight.

Please bear with me if I seem distant,
t'was not my intent, you see.
How quickly things change in an instant,
with two whom are meant to be.

Andrew Rolston Feb 2018

For Melissa

It is as if your eyes see right through me.
So, I dare not stare too long.
The urge to lose myself inside your eyes
is growing much too strong.

The waves, they crash upon me,
their ever-present blue.
They take me down within it.
Oh god, now I am through.

There will be no salvation for me;
from this Medusa, I cannot look away.
Unlike Perseus, I willingly surrender
to waves I swim in every day.

Andrew Rolston Feb 2018

Inner Thoughts

There is a new girl I’ve never met
You think she’s nice? “Yeah, I bet”

Hello friend, what is your name?
I don‘t know, but I’m glad you came

When you passed by me a light went off
I start to yawn but only cough

My throat is dry, I need a drink
I grab your attention with a wink

Your eyes, they make my knees go weak
I hope I don’t stutter when I speak

To my surprise your face is calm
While my heart is ticking like a bomb

Your smile is gentle, makes me at ease
I grab for your hand but dare not squeeze

You tilt your head and I start to talk
“Are you new here? Care to take a walk?”

A long pause follows, seems much too long
My mind starts to wonder what I did wrong

Then she says to me something I didn’t expect
“ Are you asking me out? Why not? I accept”

Wow! I think, It must be my lucky day
I’d never have the courage I’d have to say

My mind would take over and let me down
I’d be the laughing stock, the forlorn clown

There is something about her that made me care
I’m just glad she agreed to share my air

I’ve been thinking too long, say something now
“What’s your name?” is all my brain would allow

She looks me in the eyes and I start to freak
It’s the second time I could not speak

“You know, you’re kind of cute” she says with a smile
We’ve been walking along the beach all the while

“This may seem weird, but I feel like we have met before”
She fixes her wind blown hair and shoots me that smile once more

Then she grabs my hand and places something soft inside
“Take this with you as a gift, but until I leave it must hide”

“Wait! Where are you going?” I ask, confused
“It’s my time to go,” she said half amused

With that, she turns and runs into the sea
Her voices echoes over the wind, “Don’t follow me”

I open my hand, still not sure what I was supposed to do
Inside lay a tiny heart and note, “You have mine and I have yours too”

Andrew Rolston Feb 2018

Meant To Be

The simple curves of your face
feel the warmth of love’s embrace
Caress the flames as they touch the skin,
lights the fire that’s deep within

Ignite the spirit with thoughts of bliss,
hungering for the taste of your sweet kiss
Them haunting eyes through me do see
that you and I were meant to be

Andrew Rolston Feb 2018

Echoes Of Floorboards

It started in the hallway
We were saying goodbye,
Goodbye.
You pulled me closer,
Closer.

So close, I could smell you
I knew it right now,
Right now.
I had to taste you,
Taste you.
I licked your mouth.
Your tongue just lingered,
Lingered.

You taste like heaven,
Heaven.
Lord, take me now,
Now.
My hunger is growing.
It couldn’t get better,
But we'll try anyhow.
Anyhow.

Your body’s on fire
I feel it too
You hold me closer,
Closer.
This feeling’s so new,
New.

My muscles, they tighten,
You pull me inside,
Inside.
I knew in this moment,
We’d be playing all night,
All night.

Something just shattered,
Shattered.
Crashed to the floor
But we don’t hear it,
Hear it.
You’re begging for more,
For more.

The heat of our passion
Is making me shake,
Shake.
You push me inside you,
Inside you.
It’s all I can take,
Take.

Your breath is heavy
Such a wonderful sound,
Sound.
Eyes burn with pleasure
You’re pulling me down,
Down.

Echo is deafening,
You’re moaning so loud,
So loud.
I knew that I had you,
Your legs wrapped around,
Around.

The earth is moving,
Or so it would seem,
Seem.
It was in this moment,
You let out a scream,
A scream.

Our bodies are coming
Moving to the sound,
The sound.
Of echoes of floor boards,
Of floor boards…
Floor boards…

It was inspired by a Kings Of Leon song.

Andrew Rolston Feb 2018

Recreational Usage

Too far gone to be on the brink of depression.
Indentation marks the seeds of oppression,
and sows them deep into my soil with no hesitation.
Reticent thoughts wander on with no destination;

replaced them with enough medication to make it a habit.
Hazy revelations of salvation but knowing I can never have it.
Living in my own Utopian Hell, that comes in subjective pill size,
and, for a breif instant, I wandered inside and claimed the prize.

In a moment of weakness I try to drown myself with drink
and with abated reckoning, I think I'm begging not to sink.
Further down the spiral, vertigo has got me so nauseated
Plugging the drain to my brain has become so complicated.

Quickly, grab a dream before it floats into the great divide,
murders all the things you love while you run away and hide.
The fog is lifting, however briefly, try to focus and with any luck
I'll even find a reason to tell myself that I really do give a ****.