They told me not to burn bridges but I love the smell of smoke.
Let's hope they hear the sound of your voice feel its deserved choke.

If you were even worth it, then I'd gladly cut you down,
but I think I'll let you get crushed by your
phony fucking crown.

i hate getting to the end of a book
because when it's over
i feel alone
their story is over
i'll never connect with the character the same way again
even if I reread the story
i hate getting to the end of a friendship
because when it's over
i feel alone
our story is over
we will never connect the same way again
even if i relive the memories

it's not something you say
or something you know
it's something you feel
whether you realize or don't

call me if you wish
hang up if you must
i'll spend my days eating
my very own dust


wake up
and fall down again
the middle has never
changed any ends

it might be affection
or attachment or doubt

if i knew it i'd say it

if i show it i know

30 hours with 45 minutes sleep.
Busy day today,
Much work to do and roll through on a hill that's steep.
Thoughts run deep,
Intoxicated by events.
Some things are meant to happen, no use in trying to prevent.
I just want to vent, soul exposure.
Thinking about people with whom there may be no closure.
Head in the sky as people and houses fly by.
Acceptance is a choice one must utilize, don't just try.
Pandora's box, you know what will happen when you pry.
Send me some good vibes, my body's feeling low.
Deeply rooted into a sea of cravings and mystery,
So I know there's room to grow.
Shaken world superstorm, I thrive on the unknown.
We'll see how it goes, how one will survive.
Count your blessings now, and be happy that at least you tried.
I've had to hide, the person I was to please.
Through this I've accumulated a vast mass of mental fees.
Feel the breeze, it's real and energizing.
Beware of thoughts that breed illness,
No matter how hypnotizing.
Realizing new things on a daily basis.
I've pushed myself to extremes, now the nature of everything is making me face it.
A train's coming,
Slowly I step off the tracks.
It cuts through the land, reminding you it's best not to go back.
Memories are moments, we know they won't last.
Just don't dictate your future, based on what happened in the past.

Take stage.
clutch the curvature
of woman
straddle
start soft
and slow
stroke a low harmony
tease out a crescendo
   oh, virtuoso!
      amend moans to music
         feel me shiver
            beneath your climactic
               cusp of lust.
            diminuendo.
         a quell
      and a yearn
to be a cello

the thing about feelings
is that they change
yesterday,
  you may have been
   completely infatuated
    with someone  
     or entirely immersed
     in sadness,
   but that doesn’t mean
that’s how you feel now
or how you’ll feel forever
and i fear that people forget that,
  i fear we fail to remember
   that emotions are not permanent
    and maybe that’s why
     her stomach hurts
    when she thinks about
   the girls in his life
  before her
  or why i’m reluctant
   to share old poems
    because i don’t want anyone
     to think that’s how i feel today
    so maybe we should start asking
   “how are you?” more often
     and stop accepting
      the default “i’m okay.”
       and maybe we should start
      caring more about
    what people say now,
   instead of dwelling on
  words of the past