Not Today

Often I take pride in my sensitive heart and wilder mind.
For I have an outlet to express whatever emotion I find.
But there are days I want to fail to remind
To just move forward, not stuck on rewind.
Thoughts come to me melodically in a rhyme
But they leave violently, questioning the health of this pastime.

Within my view of the world, my identity lies at the heart of it.
Instead of embracing it today, I want no fucking part of it.

Awry

The way I felt with her I have yet to eclipse
'Twas a height so high, even the stars would miss
To comprehend that distance actually exists.
Yet now I realize she was a code I could not decrypt
And her actions today are so easy to predict.
She was her best projection but that directly conflicts
With what she actually is and I am all but convinced
That once you boil down a strip
And sift through her politics
That between her heart and head, something is amiss
I will never need to again transfix
Or torture myself to convince
That I would want any part of that infinite abyss.

Haste?

I refuse to deafen and wait until my demise
to use heaven as an excuse to reprise.

Never stave off pleasure, happiness and reward.
Claim what you get in the end yet take it well before.
For I recognize her being is what I adore
And after I take her deeply, I am left to want more.
Scrambling, I swing violently to grasp a metaphor
that brings me the thought to help explore
And describe the site of the emotional outpour
Of what my heart looks like spilled out on the floor.

The best things do not come to those who wait, death does.
I will indulge in her, here and now.