Wasted Potential

I look around at my life.
Every wall strategically papered with posters…
none of which mine.
Opinions represent me,
the ideals of another,
adopted as mine by proxy.

So much spirit.
So much light.
A revolutionary locked in time…
living the lives of other people.
A rag doll,
silent; mouth sewn shut,
sightless button eyes.

Star embers burning my heart.
Restless soul, crying out to me.
Begging for a chance,
to be the person I could be…
So tired of rotting in this decay,
the stench of it all nauseating,
agonizing over my seeming helplessness.

This isn't me.
Somewhere along my travels,
somehow through the years…
This world washes through me.
And I know I can change it;
what I was meant to do,
a story I was meant to lead.

Take charge, take control!
Wake from that deep sleep…
the fairy tales lied.
Make the most of life.
Time for me to grab the reins;
can't allow myself,
to live a life stagnate.

Put an end to this wasted potential.

Overtaken

A simple smirk.

And there!

My heart's racing breathlessly on my sleeve.

What did you expect?

Smiling at me that way.

With those eyes,

and with that face!

You knew this would happen.

Your charm a magnet,

tugging at me playfully.

A bright glimmer,

sweet sweat glistening.

Heat rushes through me,

with your every trailing caress.

Trails of kisses,

my vision blurs.

And there you have it,

I'm yours.