English major, art minor, and possibly adding creative writing minor college student. Most writings come out of late nights with deep thoughts.
Madness Tears fall in the soul; Silent echoes stole, Chipping the control. Frustration in his corner. Behind prideful walls, Hidden demon crawls, Pressure never stalls. Dark and low murmurs.
Fulfilled *To be read like a smash #poem* In the morning my eyes will be swollen. These roads I've been taking are tollin'; Yeah, rackin' up bills that I can't fulfill That I can't fulfill.. My heart aches for the things that I've done; Battles that can't be re-won, Re-won by someone that deserves the title. Yeah, he deserves it but all the while, he just sits back and he smiles. He knows what's gonna come of this, This ridiculousness. He knows I'll come crawling back to him and he'll be there just like he's always been. Just like he's always been. God, open your arms and hold me again. I've been so full of sin, just like a garbage bin. Empty me out and fill me once more, Show me your glory Lord. You are glorious Lord.
Keep It Covered Tears flow Anger grows Hurt presides Hope, it hides. A push for those that care A pull for things that dare. Where's the alcohol? I haven't dealt for so long. Dormant emotions Roar like oceans. Feeling nothing gets you far. Once the glass cracks, it's war. Squeeze out the last few tears Clean up, face your fears. Carry on. Smile. Smile...
Hot&Heavy *Note: Slightly suggestive content I drifted off to sleep Feeling a gentle sweep Your hand across my cheek, Sure always gets me weak. You brush your lips on mine, Your passion makes you shine. Our breathing is heavy, May we break the levee I pull and you push down Slow, take off my gown. Undo your buckle please Our way to sweet release In goes my breath and you. From inside love breaks through Deep and slow for pleasure Oh, you've found my treasure I arch out my last moan, Feel it and deeply groan. My head rests on your chest The love you give is best Soon I shall be your wife But now begins our #life.
Thoughts And Dreams He tells me, "Sleeping keeps your thoughts off me." Impossible, his presence tints my every dream. Subconsciously I feel him there. But physically, no, he is not here. Five hundred miles keeps us apart. I call to him and he to my heart.
