myownweaknesses

Last night I felt all powerful. That the words I said, could combat anything. Today it is not so. My words are weak, and unfeeling. It left me, my words, the ability to speak with feeling. I wanted to come back today, refreshed, and many words to speak. That would tear down walls, make tears fall, and smiles in happiness. I wanted to conquer Mount Everest with  my words, and watch the rocks come spilling down. For everyone to take notice in the words I speak. Words that make me alive and visible for all to see. I wanted to watch the world crack open and cry over my words. Cracks, and crevices and the roar of the worlds sadness. I w

I have no words. But my feelings is deep. I'm trapped a rat in a maze.. but even rats know the way I'm having so much trouble to figure this out terrified...is just a word but I feel much worse than that. I want to run I want to stay I want to be wrapped up in your warmth forget the worlds exists it's just you and me. my heart beats fast, lungs working overtime and still i love it.

Excitement, a quickening words, beautiful lies, every.single.one.of.them. A slow fall to hell, a hand basket narrowly, just nearly getting your ass singed off The flames below, glowing brighter, and brighter Begging, just one small lick, to burn the fuck out of you. You stupid, ignorant, fool you never get up, just keep your ass planted Do you hope for ice water as well? something to come along just to quench that ever needing thirst? What fool you be, needing something as insubstantial as that basket your sitting in; high above hell itself. The words you heard, the falsifying of beautiful; just to ma

So many faces, From so many places Moving in and out of my life A fast flowing river, that doesn't stop with the wind; nor quiet with the night The roar can be heard for miles. Everyone I've ever known, a constant reminder, from the etchings across my beating heart Some from pain, and some grown from love This river will never stop, will continue to flow; Until there is no more, and my life is spent Then the river will dry, only the ghostly howl of people past will haunt this place.

We hold onto each other like its been years, since we've shared a kiss Our mouths grow hungry moving across our desperate lips Thirsting for a drink, from our passionate fountain Our breaths mingle, our tongues intertwine, and in this perfect moment; we are connected Not knowing where one of us begins, and the other ends The thought of separation, does not enter our brains, as we begin to undress each other A shirt, Jeans, bra... It all goes flying in which direction, I don't really care The room listens intently to our gasps and moans A burning intensity the flames licking at us, all around us. Passi