Bro1: ..... you look like you got hit by a TRAIN!!!! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?!
Bro2: I pulled a gun on God.
Bro: ...what? where's the gun?
1: I don't frigging know.
2: you look like you got mauled!! How are you alive?!?!
1: turns out God is just a fighter. Not a killer. I love you.
2: ......what the hell happened to you?
1: I just told you.
2: what did you drink......
1: let's just say I will be hung over for. eternity. I love you.
2:.......you're scaring me.
1: and you're scaring me too.

were all here right now, why are we searching for the proof.
you love money, money doesn't love you too.
I can't believe the way we do this, down to the roots.
the tree isn't dead, but it bears no fruits.

the light of the Creator is tattooed into my soul; as it looks at its reflection, through the window I call my eye.

please forgive my optimism,
im aware this is a dark place.
is the world going to ****,
are we going to be okay.

I have not much more i want to say,
yet so much more that I need too.
should I be silent today,
should tomorrows words be allowed to bleed through.

forgive me for my optimism.
I know what you are going through.

life is pain.
don't cause someone to feel
if its not going to be a rebellion to
what life is.

stop hurting yourself.
stop hurting period.
for others or yourself.

even though the days are dark,
try to participate in your wealth.
try to find your heart

take heed in your place throughout life. we are snowflakes in an avalanche. and perhaps we should care, if a star disappears. what if that star was our last.

I grade myself too much,
although I am the teacher,
write a poem, tear it up,
before there are any readers.

I rate myself too much,
although im not the audience,
click post poem, delete it later,
thinking no likes means no reminisce.

I hated myself once,
before I could make fun,
trauma days embarrassing ways that this day was not reachable from.

I choose to lighten up,
maybe buy some wine.
take a walk get chased by a dog
then stop and ask it why.

I thought I was writing
new forms of poetry.
I realize now it was not
at all to be.

people whom read my works
must be kind for not
boycotting my hypocrisy.

apologies

as a child a girl once asked me
why I always look down when I walk.
I told her, because there is nothing to
look up to.

I was wrong.
now I don't like to hold my head down.
if that same girl asked me why I always look
up, id say, because the world told me not to.

The days when the bed monster took possession of peace.
Where on earth were you when I was strangled by the sheets.
The days when everyone thought that they knew what they see;
where the hell the were you when the blind man walked around me.

I left my house and started yet another dreadful day of what was a too familiar sorrow.
Within an hour and a half, it became the best day of my year, of the best year of my life, so far.
As I walked home from the bar, 11 pm, after yet another great interaction with you (human)
I looked into the sky, felt one star out of them all. And said with no doubt,
"I know you are my soul, come to me"

Looked into its light for 35 more seconds as I walked, unconcerned about what was  physically in front of me.

After these seconds, It arrived to me.
Because after these seconds, I seen a star leave the dark sky.

I seen a star vanish.

You're with me now.
So am I.

Savvy