rush.

rush.

A Poem by harley

this is all too familiar.
the feeling of excitement for something that I've become so accustom to over the past couple of months.
yet, it still feels like the first time again.
the rush of warmth shining through the cold ice outside.
the fact of knowing the emotions being shown are harmless.
proof that I'm alive.
proof that not everything has to be thought through so cautiously.
a reminder of what my life has become, a never ending run of raw emotions.
carelessness so evident in the situation.
two people asking for the same thing, an escape from what life has become.
breaking out from the schedule that has taken over everything we once knew.
the rush of the raw, unreal, lustful emotions.
the thought in the back of your mind that this is something that could go terribly wrong.
the realization that this is something to be shared between no one but the other.
the secret passed between two wanting mouths.
the mutual feeling of relief when it ends.
some call it a horrid act of rebellion, while the two involved, see it as an act of breaking out from the norm.
when stress levels are extravagant and this one thing could bring both back down to the level in which it should stay.
others look down upon what has happened, while we can only see the good.
the best adrenaline rush that could be produced, yet is so simple.
the feeling of having control over your life.
something that is so common, made so simple and calming.
then, the next day, the emotions still there, still wanting more of what was experienced by two so unknowing of what could come of this act.
the reminder everyday when you see the other, the reminder of what we shared, so powerfully calming.
calm, that's what i become after.
that's what we become, after.
everything seems so unreal, like it's all been a fairytale.
in the end, something that will forever bond us, forever keep us in tune to the other.
while we move on for a while, the calmness begins to fade, and the action happens again, bringing us back down to earth.
this feeling is out of this world, yet so simple so accomplish..
this feeling is what we crave, everyday, every hour, every minute, every second.
until the next time, in the back of our minds, knowing what will become, a new experience every time.
a new lesson to be learned, and a new thought to cross our minds.

© 2012 harley


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harley
harley

Kingsland, TX



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im 15 go to Llano High School. I play drums in band and i perform in winterguard on rifle/saber. i am also apart of my schools debate team. i am very involved with church. i love my friends so much. t.. more..

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