old poems deal with it!
riding the busy streets of Indianapolis at 2 a.m. watching all the cars go by. riding with the wind blowing in my face my heart fluttering at the sudden moment of happiness and excitement only stopping to look at the trains go by and wishing that i was on that train going far away to another place a place where I could just feel at home. remember those long talks sitting on the concrete walls that surrounded the damn in the middle of the city and then being chased by security cause we went over the gate railings to get a closer look at the fish splashing around so freely. then the long rides back to the collective the streets were still by then I would ride around pretending that we were the only two people alive in this huge city of sin. night after night of rideing and feeling the rush of wind hitting my face and pouring into my lungs the crashing that whent along with it because I was blinded by the beauty the love making that took place in the old house nextdoor. we were just two kids lost in the huge world of greed and hate and the only security and comfort we had was in each other. Oh what I wouldnt give to relive those days once more the one time in my life that I was truely free (mentally and emotionally)
sitting quietly in the tall grass waiting for our ride to come and take us to a better place. swarmed by mosquitos in the summer heat. the cuddeling and the silent whispers that sounded like heaven in my ears. the kisses that would make my heart sink into my stomach like an empty pit. the thoughts of a new life flashed before my eyes as our ride was leaving the yard. we took each others hands and never looked back as we hopped on and rode off into the night.
I feel that we each have the potential to achieve greatness. Yet we all live through days filled with failure, mediocrity, boredom, dissatisfaction, or dispair. These are days when I live behind my mask and cant find the strength to remove it. and yet I know that within each of us is the power to take those masks that we all hide behind and smash them dead. Face each other openly. Fill our days with greatness, passion, power, ecstacy, and joy. I will struggle to remove my mask. Someday it will be dead
(ADRIENNE-SPITBOY)
sitting quietly in the tall grass waiting for our ride to come and take us to a better place. swarmed by mosquitos in the summer heat. the cuddeling and the silent whispers that sounded like heaven in my ears. the kisses that would make my heart sink into my stomach like an empty pit. the thoughts of a new life flashed before my eyes as our ride was leaving the yard. we took each others hands and never looked back as we hopped on and rode off into the night.
I feel that we each have the potential to achieve greatness. Yet we all live through days filled with failure, mediocrity, boredom, dissatisfaction, or dispair. These are days when I live behind my mask and cant find the strength to remove it. and yet I know that within each of us is the power to take those masks that we all hide behind and smash them dead. Face each other openly. Fill our days with greatness, passion, power, ecstacy, and joy. I will struggle to remove my mask. Someday it will be dead
(ADRIENNE-SPITBOY)