ActingDude17

Get out get out get out Burst out of my head, please If that’s what you need Make it bleeeeeeeedddd Make the ink run All over the paper Throughout the sea of my mind Release the beasts They’re stalking around their cages And it’s making me nervous Blow the bars up Split them wide open Make the wild At one with the world Just hold me tight When the explosion burns And we turn spinning Round and round and round and round I listen to you You listen to me Two

Wanna fly to the moon, Grab my girl along the way Or maybe sometime after, I cannot really say Where I'm going Or where I am But I see it in my head Around and beneath and above me Are stars contained In shimmering vessels, Fleshy bodies just about to EXPLODE Like the fire inside my mind, Roaring, crackling, cackling at The ones who see the marvelous Me, The wizard with a wand stuck in their face Threatening, prodding, Piercing, transforming The wish-rocks that Orbit in my way Over the moon, Straight on till morning, Across the universe, Landing in my heart.

My inspiration in the dark of night Under heavy stones and notions light Spins me across the plains of day Everything blurs till I lead the way

It’s been seven months Since the time I last saw you Fell to pieces that night In the dying moonlight Shared my feelings for you Poured them onto the gritty concrete Out of my mouth, away from my heart Hoping with you they’d stick I never thought the day would come But the time was right And I knew it well There I was, shaking with desire There were you, frozen by my words Paralyzed, speechless in the new spring air Then finally responding “I’m not sure if I dare.” Agony Then relief Then agony again Followed by a slow burn Down to bereavement Over the loss of us

This girl’s on my mind, An ache that sets me free. The joy she brings is tough to find; It lets me know I’m me. Indeed, I’m alive When I look into her eyes. The spark goes on forever, And the love bond never dies. This girl’s in my mind.

Thomas briskly paced out the front doors of his suburban office building. Sounds were flooding his brain – the ticking of his wristwatch, the beating of his heart, his shoes hitting the pavement, and the blood rushing through his head. He had to get home soon. And it wasn’t just because Greer, the terrier, had to be let out. That day, every staple, each slam of the trash can lid, had startled him. It was driving him crazy. Usually, recuperation at home was enough to see him through. Today, Thomas wasn’t sure that’d be the case. Still… Just one more day. Repeatedly telling himself that was all he could do. As h

Things assumed, Words unsaid, The truth never told, All in the head. There are so many things Unknown about me to others. We laugh, we smile, we speak. But if there are so many unknowns about me, Oh how many about others can there be? What's behind a laugh, a smile, a word? How many secrets still remain unheard? It goes without saying, no one knows. We're all too absorbed in our fights and our woes. We are all someone. We are all full people - Whole, unbroken. Why does so much stay Unspoken? The barriers, The fences, What are they? Oh, how rare For two souls to be together.

Being alone, Asking questions that have no answers, People understanding, But not one person. Your work in you, But you not in the work. Creating something new, Tragically letting go, And setting it free. Meeting that transcendent moment, And then knowing it's gone - forever. That's artistry.

I feel a push in my back. I fall into a rocky wall. With the people behind me, I can't turn back. The surface of the ground has started to fall And the people are gone. From faraway I hear her voice. I look behind me, but nothing exists. I look up, and she is there, smiling. I climb, punching the stone And in that creating holds to use. By the time I reach the top I can't make that last stride. I want to let go and glide Serenely into the abyss. I look down, and it doesn't look bad at all. And then I look up - And there's something even better. There's her. She offers her hand.

When I was a little girl, my mother was beautiful. I would climb off of the school bus at the end of the day alight with excitement at the prospects of seeing my mother and telling her about my day at school. She would meet me at the door as she always did and pick me up into her loving arms and spin me around and around and around until my troubles disappeared and thoughts of the boy who called me names on the playground were no longer relevant because my mother loved me. She would kiss me on the forehead and sit me on the kitchen counter as she cooked dinner for my father and I. And she loved me. And I loved her. Daddy would come home with

Tumbling through the sky toward a summit uncertain My nights are alight with a flourishing flicker That burns in my bones with an ache I can't hide Desire that damns me down to ashes unsigned And it can't be right, but it can't be wrong So I twirl on the tips of my toes like I'm told While casting my head back to scream at the cold Spinning faster and swifter with each star that descends Defying the wheels of roulette that forget That I always win out in the end.