Rolling

There is nothing as soothing than the outer warmth that is supplied by him. Making me only aching for more.

Only to that is this seductively savvy.
I dont want to stand this talking that is driving me to retreat into a shell built all over my very own.

All I beg for is a pin drop of peace to sort through random thoughts. Why is this too much to take in and to some so easy to misunderstand.

I would give the most to know how to speak the words with the right spellings. Exhausting it all.
Always waiting so you would be satisfied just until the wheels spin.

The Rockies

Hearing those words are almost harder to handle than a shattered heart. Believing that these words are true could be worse.

I sit on the corner of 16th listening to the complaints on people's faces. On the other side I view the two that couldn't be bothered. Forever will I remember.

All of this makes me grimly smile at how much no one knows I see.

There goes that guy on a bike who seems to enjoy his paid time, not sure if he earns to dive into the seed.

Only wishing I had thoughts that drove me to jot down harmonies to fill my ear to the fullest.

There is one person that sticks to my brain like cement, the only thing I desire is to ignore it and chip away at the nuisance of this long standing statue.

Only wanting to be as satisfied as the souls that are at the end of Curtis Corner. Blowing slowly is this wind, begging to give me some muscle to offer me some relief. I am fine.

An Unspoken

With a feeling of an accomplishment from a project she usually dreads, she gained the thing she felt she lost.

She never speaks of the word addiction, how many forms it presents itself. This fear feeds her motivation and success.

For the first time in awhile she is seeing the light she has been driven to discover and conquer.

A prayer or an invisible blessing she has screamed to achieve.

A blessing of a pair which truly opened her eyes to an undisclosed beauty.

A beauty of simplicity and laughable grins from this random that appeared again from nowhere.

An angel of her current needs; this one being too humble to even know. For this, there is many unspoken bows and silent thank yous.

Brick

I have an inner demon that speaks to me without permission.

It feeds on my unstableness; my existence.

I can beat it down and attack on a moments notice or when my head feels heavy.

Too heavy are the old bricks, too heavy to carry as it leaks into a crumbling cave.

This thing will argue me whispering in a voice that I don't want to hear.  I refuse to listen.

Listening to myself and what I think is an actuality, and what I possess is a silent beast.

VCB

"ONLY UNFULFILLED LOVE CAN BE ROMANTIC" VCB

Vegetarian therapy

Grasping my ankle is the vine of thorns containing sharp knowledge.

Slowly pricking my fingers while it extracts drops of desperate curiosity.

All of this too clever for my own good, always offering my outreached hands to take on the defiant.

Soaking up the guilt they do not seem to see; it drowns me as I fret to struggle to the top.

Forever climbing through this never ending and powerful forest, not to far to being able to dream.

One last Drag

I'm down to my last drag, wishing that it would last just that one last bit I crave.

All one ever desires is to be wanted and needed; once achieved it's not quite enough.

This uncertainty pulls and yanks at me as I fight everything I close my eyes to every night.

So I laugh and throw my head back in a false smile that chuckles back in the reflection of the things I wish I didn't see.

Things that I want myself to bury deep away from me.

I battle the one I love, wishing it wasn't ever there at all, it would have never been this bad.

Driving so fast that my head spins to the speed of my wheels, a complete destruction of how I would like my charisma to follow.

I want to know how it good it feels when someone looks at me that way.