March Madness

Tonight. Well, it was busier than what I like.

Birthday Dinner for your Mum… then Bar #1.

Soon we skipped along to the second.

Where I beat you in all games present.

Though, I’m no good at pool or darts….

I think I’ve found a portion of your heart.

I think.

It’s so damn hard, being hard.

It’s really tough, being tough.

It’s takes more strength to be raw.

And I truly cannot balance it all.

Show me your weaknesses, I beg.

Show me your desires –

I NEED

To know what makes

you burn.

Because I am a fire

and I cannot lose my flame

for yours.

 

 

It’s Cold & I Wish It Was Warmer….

So, I had to build a fire.


CRISP AIR AGAINST THE WALLS
OF MY LUNGS, AND THEY FALL
LIKE THE DEW UPON THE LEAVES
fire girlCRUMPLING BENEATH MY FEET.

AS I WALK, MY MIND IS RACING.
& MY BREATH IS ALWAYS PACING.
CAUSE I’M STUCK IN THE MOMENT THAT I FEEL,
BUT I’M LOST IN CROWDS THAT CAN’T BE REAL.

ALL EYES LOOKING FOR THE DAWN,
TRYING TO ESCAPE ALL THE WRONGS
THAT ARE SIMULTANEOUSLY CRAWL-ING
FROM THE GRINS OF SMUG GOBLINS

…THAT WILL SOON TURN TO STONE

AND ITS COLD OUT HERE – ALL ALONE.
BUT AT LEAST I’M BEING STRONG.
THROWING STICKS, STONES, AND KINDLE
ON THIS FIRE THAT IS MY WILL…


CAUSE I KNOW WHEN FLAMES GO OUT:
I WILL BURN.