Mud

Feelings come and go, while gripping and tearring...
Where is there the center...
Where is there the meaning...
All the while static and irrelevant...
Are the only words about it...
That aren't flowery or redundant...

Dark winding roads

Store brand liqour, mostly cheap vodka was taken in quick lame sips, that lingered sharply. There was nowhere to it out on the dark side of town, so it had to be swollowed, grimacing and all.

The streets were long and winding on top of quiet hills, no one would know if a car slid off the road for days if it happened. Stupid drunks like these two always rode the night carrying that cheap foul vodka, while they were out on their strange psuedo relationship.

The roads they rode were always at night where they knew police didn't really visit. Words and plans always the topic between the two, but nothing real was ever spoken. They just liked to fly around dark turns with faded instincts, like no one else. Never speaking or taking into account of what this really looked like at 3 am.

She was always on a stupid waking drug, when he chugged his sleeping drug. They only met up every couple days to justify feeling weak about themselves. When she would to a near crash and to be somewhere safe, when he had a little pay leftover and needed to be near a warm body again.

They would grind the road for hours till sleep was the only topic. When it was still dark they would roll back to his room and climb through the window, like two theives and fall asleep holding eachother like the greatest of lovers... never kissing just the embracing for the warmth and intimacy of another.

When the light would reach him or when schreeching alarms would shatter that last memory of the night's warmth, that he realised that she was gone as if it was only a dream...

Potential

If dreams of death...
Were all of the meaning your life...
Why do you breath...
My dreams of lifes beyond mine...
Are not haunting...
But more of a smile about the things I can do...
My potentional is beyond...
But how or who to direct it...