Author Archives: The Wandering Mind

About The Wandering Mind

Geek. Poet. Actor. Cosplayer.

Love The Pain


84aefd1f6ed64ff96ac6069ca1929165

I love you and it’s killing me

We are so close and yet so distant
You don’t realize that I’m not your enemy
We’re always fighting to be at peace
I don’t know who I am when we fight
I can’t be who you are

We spend so much time living like assassins
Turning words into weapons when we collide
Hold me by the heart just to get even
You hurt just to keep me with you
I can’t fight your fears forever

Our Russian Roulette relations won’t let me live
You want me to hurt like you
Break my bones verbally until I fall back on what I believe
You’re never wrong, that’s why we’ll never be right
I can’t look up to you when you look down on me

I can’t make you see
I love you and it’s killing me

Categories: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Good Morning, Good Night


photostudio_1491036201808

We make midnight feel like morning

Quiet nights and busy days know the truth
I can’t get by without loving you
I gave you all of me just to see you smile
Made you laugh so you’d stay for a while

Dreams begin with you
My eyes are open for the first time
Lying next to you is my only motivation
With every breath you love me too

We make midnight feel like morning
We’re gonna be alright
Set me apart if you like what you see
In your eyes is where everything begins

Good morning, good night
Stay with me on the edge of desire
Good morning, good night
I love you and want you more every time

Our hearts won’t be denied
Good morning, good night

Categories: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Display


display

You will be a mannequin for a man again.

You weren’t meant to be yours alone.
You are whatever we say you are.
You will be a mannequin for a man again.
Transform yourself to our liking.
We will build you up to break you down.

You are not important unless everybody likes you.
Be explicit to elicit our affection.
The only way to win is to lose yourself to us.
Attention comes with a price.
We’ll buy into you if you sell your truth.

And don’t forget to smile.

Categories: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Sober


sober

Hungover on my worries

When it rains it pours, and I can’t ignore the flood
Tension fills my lungs until I overflow
Tears run until I can’t see clearly
I’m afraid of these unwieldy emotions

Too far gone to know what’s real
The more I feel the more I panic
Holding on to moments that no longer exist
One foot in the past, one foot in the future unknown

Hungover on my worries
Tripping over fears that aren’t even real
Drowning in the bitter aftertaste of failed dreams
Twisted inside out, I’m a wreck before I’ve even begun

Never felt quite like this before
Holding in that which can’t be contained
Drunk off the pain of careless words piercing my skin
The tattoos on my soul show more than I can say

That’s when you told me to leave my pride on the pavement
Forget about who I’m supposed to be, and just be
When your mind is on fire wash away your doubts
Listen to your better angels until you’re sober

Hold on to who you know you are

Categories: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

Lust Is Not Lost


lust-is-not-lost

We are reflections of what we want.
Night and day spent running to and from our own desires.
We are not who we think we are, we are who we become.
Innocence is an act when your eyes are on me.
Awaken the love drunk animals craving union.

There’s no reason to be afraid of this delicious obsession.
I like to watch your figure in action claiming satisfaction.
We’ve got inhibitions to lose as we lust and thrust.
Baptized in our dangerous appetite, we indulge in the things we shouldn’t.
Decisions, decisions, there are so many ways to make you moan.

Pleasure is a prison we can’t escape by design.
Days go by when you take me under.
Melody making body to body until the Sun comes for us.
Dirty dancing until we’re half off the bed.
Your wild ways keep me in a trance.

Keep your eyes on me as I explore your peaks and valleys.
Your luscious lips feel nothing short of amazing.
Let me trace your exquisite taste with the tip of my tongue.
Don’t look at the time when you’re mine.
Ride my body till the end of the line.

There’s something deeper happening beneath these sheets.
Surrender to the experience, chanting names while holding the sublime.
No separation until our souls transcend this room.
Every motion is a miracle merging us with the stars.
Heaven’s pouring down, overflowing until we drown.

Lust is not lost on us.

Categories: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Blog at WordPress.com.

%d bloggers like this: