This morning
my head was filled
with so much
hard
pressured
red sizzling lava
and my body
a volcano to explode
to send so many seismic waves and
create an earthquake through my entire
soul.

The sun sinks
Beneath the trees
Waving its last goodbye
It's been a loooong day

The mellow orange hues
Blending with the pale pink shades
A picturesque scene
To end my day

I gaze out
Watching its beauty fade
Wishing my pain
Will diminish too

An hour
In that little square
Can't move
Can't talk
Can't look around
Just flip through sheets of paper
Combing through each word
The power they hold
The future they shape
They sorta scare me out

Sometimes my heart
Feels too stuffed up
I wished to rip it out
From my thumping chest
And then my brain
Is fully loaded
With things that burn me
But might save grades

i want to exchange this keyboard for you
instead of hitting keys and making spaces
my hands should hit all right places
instead of looking at letters across the screen
stare at your eyes and read you like a poem
instead of sending messages across miles of cables
my words would slip of the tongue and soak into yours

i want you here next to me
so i can stop writing prose through my fingertips
and use them to caress your face
so i can stop wrapping words in poetry
and wrap your body in kisses
so i can stop thinking of sexetry
and use my mind in ways that bring you ecstasy

i'm sick of writing poetry for you
so come here and let’s drop the words
line breaks and punctuation
let’s stop writing for each other
and let ourselves carry the message

let's stop writing poetry
and live it instead

First battle
Down
But so much more
To go
Before
I'm free