Making This Up As I Go

Pretty much just logged on this morning and-- well-- made this up as I went.

I sit down with my notebook open

Staring at the lines and hoping

They will come to fill themselves

And spare me another miserable self-

-ish afternoon

"What a wish!" the lines, soft spoken

untangle from their rigid holding

Spiraling around each other 

Forming words and speaking hunger

I see them twist and writhe

How long's it been since I held a thin

and brittle shape in such a way?

Quickly all my lust for fame

And glory in a household name

turns away from writing

and turns into me fighting

With a lustful eye

And my promise to do right

And I wish I'd never known of God

So I'd never know this fire was wrong

I want to kill a shred apart

My good and faithful 'Christian Heart'

I want some skin, I want some sweat

I want to live without regret

Like I did

I miss the tryst, the kiss, the shaking timid wrist

The innocence

The thrill in class, romance

And stealing innocence.

I'm awful.

And back to those empty lines.