Running on Instincts

Running on instincts –
Well, so it seems.
I’m still breathless,
Still shaking,
Totally lost for words.
Wishing I could bask
In the afterglow
Of your ‘natural talent.’
It’s all so new,
So pure,
So incredibly beautiful.
I don’t want to
Ruin it by thinking.
Running on instincts,
Seems the only option.

Face Down

Sitting on the edge of a cliff
Wondering if I should jump
But Billy’s singing “My Life”
And I want to hear that song
The ocean below’s blue and deep
Waves crash with a passion
I wish I truly felt
Goose bumps respond to the chill
As the sun hides its face
In the greyness above
For now I will sit and think
And maybe write a while
Face down the temptation
To escape into oblivion
And be free of all this Hell

Blockage

There’s a concrete wall
About halfway up my chest
Below it sits all
The words that don’t want to rest
They’re backing right up
Causing a major blockage
From “I want a pup”
To “my body is wreckage”
Words stagnate behind
That reinforced concrete wall