Timidity

Quite, dense and the negative decibels,

Screeching the sound of my blood

Flowing through my veins,

Impulsing me to escape.  

Escape this dungeon,

At all cost but my life.

Banging, Whomping, detonating!

Not a bruise.

What are these barricades made of?

Iron? Mithril? Galvorn?

Feasibly my own broods?

Darn! They're my apprehensions. 

Terminating my capability

To surmount.

I’ll not hold back,

I’ll not stop now,

I’ll break through the walls built

Through the terror fused in me.

That’s what it means,

To be brave,

To be courageous,

To be free.

I am absolute. 

I am, me.  

Infatuation

Is this what it means?

To look into your eyes

And forget the world,

Like a juncture slithering in all scenes.

A perky smile

Turn up on my profile,

So cute!

All I can hear is the musical flute.

OMG! Can I hide?

Cannot let her observe me in this plight!

Replied with a hey,

Such a tiny handshake leaves me astray.

Zone out!

Let’s just not focus on that pout!

I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna leave!

But ought to with grieve.

To Let Go

And to let go off of something,

I need susceptible,

To cure the plague caused by the allurement,

Driven myself into the wilderness of introspection.

Vivacious jiffy animated upon,

As if there’s no life to come hereafter.

Will there be a hereafter?

Conceivability negative.

Granted if?

Superior to warm up,

Than to arrive,
And to know there is and you aren't prepared.