Driven from Within

writingforyourlove:

Words are said to define who we are.
Oh I hope they travel far.
From coast to coast,
From sea to sea.
I want people to know me.
For my words to be bound together.
To width stand any kind of weather.
You could carry me around,
Understand how I’m feeling.
All by my words bound together.

(via mikefrawley)

Vodka in hand, heavy bass and treble[clef] in ears, perfect dark save my lcd glow in my eyes… I sit here, struggling, striving, fighting to describe that singular emotion that is both sorrowful understanding and yearning acknowledgement.

Why does this emotion spur me to don an mp3 player, camera and shoes to go explore the night?

I can’t sleep and I am so thankful for the nights encouragement….

There are times in our lives when we encounter someone, something so beautiful that we simply crumble under the magnitude. We are so much less that which we witness. For everything I am, I often feel like I’m so much less.

And I am thankful for these moments.

I can’t do it all, but I can do what I choose to, and do it well. It fuels my convictions to see others doing what it is they choose. 

Now more than ever, I feel I am the change I wish to see. I’ve become part of something everlasting, something beyond a simple life. There is a legacy being built, and I have made the choice to put my hands to the task. 

I am insignificant in my solidarity. I am beyond being alone in my efforts however, there is nothing like seeing the future and being part of it now.

#poetry #poem #spilled ink #creative writing

tarnishedsoul:

Take me into the 

fiery warmth of

your scalding mouth

and make me boil…

burn me with your

eyes as I fist 

the sheets and…

Oh God I’m melting…

What a world…

what a…….

The sharp contents of your words,

they cut into my resolve.

You weren’t here, 

but neither was I.

Context and structure

they contort

the word I didn’t mean to say.

Falsetto words,

they carry my simplistic muses.

Falsetto words,

they carry my simple hopes.

I am simply obtuse,

neither saying nor silent.

I am just spoken.

#poetry #poem #spilled ink #creative writing

Miles can’t diminish

the reach that we have. 

Octaves and the stars

elevate my thoughts.

I do everything,

everything that I’m taught,

but simple

is never simple.

I’m not helpless

I just want your help.

If I push will you push back?

Will you push along with me?

It’s too late to sleep

so I just run.

I hate the pavement

carrying me from your touch.

#poetry #poem #spilled ink #creative writing

the razors and paint brush

they are one and the same.

each canvas inspires

compassion and sympathy

Im reclaiming my identity

one painful stroke at a time

#poetry #poem #spilled ink #creative writing

WOOT WOOT! Smashed as hell and heading out in suits. Holy frak, Ive not been this cranked since….. I love desk!!! woot woot Limos here