If someone asked me to run away with them
I'd agree without a second thought.
It's quite scary that so little tethers me here,
but few things do
so I would run away
in hopes that you would be my anchor, my home.
Location doesn't matter all that much,
if you gave me reason
I'd follow you anywhere,
or else be forced to escape alone.
The air here is too thick and it's choking me;
I desire reckless action to free myself from the restraints placed on me here
by white picket fences and school buildings and the people enclosed in them.
It's haunting how rare it is for someone to bother to notice how shut in they are.
Without the pressure and stress that's drowning me,
I might come alive.
I don't want my heart to just be a pulse,
I want it to race and fill me with emotion,
beat to the rhythm of my soul,
I want to feel something,
and be someone;
I want to matter.
Despite the restlessness of my soul,
I would never trade it for the oblivion everyone is surviving in
because they are doomed to unthinking and unfeeling ways,
while I might live
and the only option I truly have is to seize it.
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Pondering
PoetryI write because emotion spills out of me. This is a collection of my poems and other writing. "My words are tiny pieces of me, each one specially woven just for you. And I will give, and give, and give, and give, until I am nothing and I become your...
