To the heart

from flame

to the wax

to the wick

to the spark

from the flint

theres a flame

set by you

in thy stomach's pit

spreading fast

it takes my feet

so I may run to you

it takes my arms

spilling words on page

it takes my breath

causing a nervous studder

it takes my heart

and gives it all to you

It burns within

from the heart

to the mind

to the thoughts

to the dreams

to the touch

to the page

from the soul.

What happened?

Then every emotion i showed was genuine and free
Now i have to pretend that i'm always happy
Then i beliieve in everything fully
Now i don't even believe in me
Then i believed that a girl would like me for me
Now i believe that it's not a possibility
Here i am stand in your view
And just like everyone else
You'll ask "what happened to you?"

                                                  -Grazie per la leturra, Vital

Fake Tidal Waves

Spinning quicker and quicker,

The tide of emotions pulls me in deeper.

Each pound of my heart is a wave begging to be released,

But, my tears must stay in the faltering dam.

Too many people are around to bear witness to my weaknesses,

Yet false smiles light up the crowd around me.

So, I wonder--

Does everyone have a fake persona?

I did this as a free write, so vocabulary suggestions are gratefully accepted =)

Morning Glory

Morning's wake is a violent buzz

a slap of the clock and scratchy chin fuzz

a groan and a moan to express the disdain

a stretch and a pop to lessen joint pain

a flush to hide whats misunderstood

calming the fervor of that morning's wood

a falling stream to clean the skin

a whining sibling that needs to get in

a wrap of the towel, a brush of the teeth

a rumbling growl that comes from beneath

a fastening of buttons and the zip of a fly

a trip down the stairs to check the supply

a bowl of cereal, a breakfast cliche

a trip out the door and a start of the day.

Birth of X

Souls stir amongst the festering

burning the flesh of the living

searing the minds of the sane

a vexing tempest.

Through rotting skulls winds hiss

whipping words in serpent's tongue

breathing news by fetid whisper

He has risen.