Slushie of Doom.

I'm seventeen. My last year of grade school is a day away from reality. So much has happened and so much is expected to happen. It's a blur to me how these years have past so fast.. I'm discombobulated, anxious, confused and ready. One thing I'm sure about is that I'm not giving up now. I have the highest hopes that this year will pwn. Yes, pwn. I have the greatest friends one could ever ask for and i'll cherish these last moments I have with them.. it's saddening to have all of this to finally end.. but that's life.. I've experienced the depths and climaxes of almost evey situation.. I can remember my first steps in EHMS.. it was pouring out.. walking into my awful language arts class.. my life has never been the same. And that's okay, because the best years are yet to come...

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Scarlet

The sun sets. Scarlet splashes upon us.
Our flesh, marrying at the break of reality, surrendering barriers, setting free once again.
Two as one, our blood rushing, racing.
Her grasp, tightened at the site of this.
Drenched in passion, we fell
to fatal attraction.
A bleak stare fixed upon my bosom, reached
for my beating vessel.
Her dainty spirit danced with mine, hoping for a lifetime of memories.
I abandoned my guard, retreated my shield
and let love penetrate, twisting my fate.
Her eyes, Scarlet.
Like the sun that sets.

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You're not good enough.

It's hot, humid and im in pain. The short, crisp shifting of my frail limbs keep me goin. One would stop at this point, I don't. Music fills my pounding ears. The sounds of drums and off beat guitar rifts accompanies my heavy breathing. Thick bristles lightly hit my forehead. The sun is finally setting. The perpetual blackness guides me still. This is my habitat, my niche, my thing. A rush of blood races through my legs as I encounter the final stages. My human instincts burden me and yell, "you're too tired, you can't make it." It happens to all of us. In any situation, at some point in our lives, we are overwhelmed by something. There's a road block in our lives that has awful timing. What do you do? Well, at this point I'm at the brink. Most would stop, give in and be happy. Then, it hits me. A surge of exuberance sets in. It sets in sync with my power song. I shed the mental weight and rip off all doubt. My arms swing, my head dips in deeper and my legs pound with each blistering step. "Go, go, go." I tell myself. My heart races and the wind makes me fly. I'm a runner. And I love it.

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