something's there i felt its tingle it felt freeing non-containable it hasn't a name but its something truly beautiful it's different rather sensational magical perhaps pure adrenaline unlike anything else truly the highest high what it is or was i know not i simply know i want more
I'm a total wuss but I'm also ADHD af and as a result, I love the idea of adventure. I'm sort of a thrill-seeker I guess.
The stone around your heart has been chiseled at You warm the frost when you're ready When you realize the small thinking, anger, fear, and drawing into yourself Have shrunk you small The wall starts to crumble You start to free your mind, your heart From the prison you kept for safety
Do not be a prisoner of anger held captive with the chains of hate bound with the idea of isolation stuck in a hole of desperation. This burden is only a weight and once released will set you free with wings so beautiful you’d never believe you were ever so meek
I start every poem with you Thoughts are spastic rolling through my head Trying to clutch onto something But there wasn't anything to grab My bed reminded me that you weren't coming back so I slept on the floor I can't escape So I end every poem with you
Floating through my friends body. Say you need me. Come inside, my angry friend. Say you love me. Sit beside me and remind me why we are here. You. Are you here for anything I can help you with- are you here because I let you in- because there is no where else to go- for some unreachable goal- who are you now- -then- Guitar strings strummed - slammed. No sound, just strings. Playing hard. Pressing chords. muted. Pick that note. Dropping it is just as easy. Easy is like a *****- giving, taking, faking, *******, freeing, fleeing- baby girl, you've been down before- down on your knees -deep- Throat is sore.