Smokin' THC not *** nor DMT
with an EMT on the PCH
and I'm feeling GREAT
Oh Lord, I won't get the answer tonight
Because the question needs to be right
Not Why, but to know HOW
And that's why I took for a drive...
Smokin' THC not MET, nor OXY
in NYC on a balcony with company
and I've known people to hurt their bodies
Sometimes
and that's why I took for a drive...
So long!
I really got so far
so far from them addicts
Oh Lord, I won't get the answer tonight
Because the question needs to be right
Not WHY
I need to know how...all this time...
searching for why
always been wrong, so long, so far gone
To search for why is what grips the sand
But how will get me to understand
How to Love, and I drive for love
Smokin' THC on the M.I.C.
treated VIP like an MVP
cause I'm singing for Love
Oh Lord, give me the answer tonight
Ganesha, give me a smart place to run
Oh sky, Give me the strength to fly
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
i see you standing there
unreachable
untouchable
untasteable.
we sit here with our monstrous separation,
alone
writing our futile love stories
on paper napkins
and after we are done,
all that remains
of our coffee shop romances,
our abandoned dreams,
is the ashes and dust
of one-hundred frigid fireplaces.
even though
they weren't quite so hopeless
as we guessed.
we encourage
when maybe we are the ones who need encouragement.
we belittle
when maybe we ourselves have been belittled.
herein lies a lesson in division
in solidarity
in passion
in apathy
in futility
in conquering the ******* stars.
i stand here
as i stand there
and you are the gap
that lies between myself.
one for one,
a sobering realization that inebriation still isn't everything.
remove the labels we cast
and everything is uniquely similar
we are people!
unity already exists,
we just told it not to.
similarly unique,
yet not individually so.
nothing happens;
without its first prompt.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
let me know
when you come home
because i'm tired
tired of waiting
tired of watching
tired of just sitting on the sidelines
tired of your flirtatious boredom
tired of showing you all you need is here
and watching as you're hurt
again
and again.
so i'm sorry
but i cant stay awake any longer
so close the door softly
when you come inside
kiss my forehead
and try not to wake me
as you settle in bed
just let me know when you're ready
to come home
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
i'm
sorry
that i'm not smart enough
to change
even though
i said
i would.
human nature
is one hell
of a drug.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 9:38 PM UTC
the world is waking up
to a new light
a rejuvenating warmth
spring
that perfect temperate time
without the searing heat of summer
and winters frigid climes
a beautiful renaissance in nature
green buds sprout from tips of trees
15 years before
your gentle breezes
and light, warm air
cradle me
as I come into the world
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
Love a girl who writes,
and live her many lives;
you have yet to find her,
beneath her words of guise.
Kiss her blue inked fingers,
forgive the pens they marked.
The stain of your lips upon her—
the one she can't discard
Forget her tattered memories,
or the pages others took;
you are her ever after—
the hero of her book.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 7:34 AM UTC
When i first met you
near north on the compass
i was awestruck
by your openness and grace
so evident
by this first chance meeting.
i was hooked within the month.
that's always how its been for me,
i fall in love easily.
simply terrified, i didn't know what to do
what to think
i had never felt real love
true love
boundless love to the infinity that i did with you.
and it took a while, but i finally built the courage
to tell you how i felt
and that's as far as i got
for a while.
i was naive
i didn't know that silence means go away
or that it could be intended as a mercy
leaving would have been smart
but wisdom and love don't always mix
opposing magnets, they are both positive.
and so it came to pass,
that several long months later
in the warmth that told of goodbyes
i asked you out
and you made me euphoric
when you whispered yes
but i was shattered
when your fingers wrote no.
and that was all i could hear,
for the remainder of the year
your 'no'
scattered amongst sympathetic refuse and broken glass...
i waited
and lied
and silently cried
hiding behind this mask of a smile that was never really mine.
to this day, you are my friend
and to this day, i cant blame you
for anything
because heartbreak, like a doting child
follows you wherever you run
no matter how hard you try to escape.
ill always be here for you,
even if i can barely look at you,
because the only true remedies
for wounds like these
lie in distance
and not in polyromanticism
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
the sky fell
and the atrocious tendencies
of this world came to me in a dream
why is cruelty so innate?
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
Let's break all the tension with the pretense of my presence.
Yes, I'm insensitive--but there's no other incentive others can give--
And while I'm not sure I could prevent it, I swear to no god I'm inventive!
Yes,
My hatred is incessant--ever present--and it's what I hold most sacred.
I'm a naughty narcissist with a nasty list of wasted kisses,
And I won't say that I'll miss 'em, 'cuz I'm the type who never misses.
I'm a hopeless romantic with a new sense of Tantric hope,
It's the antics of a frantic mind, but I'm too calm to cope.
They say I'm a raving, violent--rarely silent--tyrant with a craving
for the obscene,
Though, while I'm mean, I'm rarely seen within a mob or in a scene.
I'll admit I've got a streak, but--if you'd stop to take a peek--
You'd see a Buddhist, not a nudist, who's less a demon than a geek.
I'm oblique and I'm obtuse (do these math puns work for you?) yet I'm rarely never right;
Get my angle? Catch my drift? I might thrash, but, man, I'm thrift!
Hold on shift: I'M SCREAMING NOW!!
Don't know why; don't have a cow!
Remember that? That 90's rap? Look at me then; that piece of crap!
Shot down! Torn up! Shut in! Turned out!
Lips are sealed; inside I'd shout,
'Bout just how bad I wanted out!
Enraged and crazed; cravin' razors; a victim hiding from all saviors!
Turned to the pen to brace for the knife,
Started writin' and saved my life.
It's funny to say my life got better the day I started a suicide letter...
But letters turned to words and those words became whole worlds,
And before my very eyes a whole legacy unfurled!
I was GOD--not just a slob--but a shaper of all things,
And the schemes that I'd been dreaming shifted into scribing,
And I never stopped since then; it's why I'm still alive!
So my insanity became vanity as calamity turned to amity.
Sheer pessimism became untamed narcissism,
But if the mind's a prison then consider me jail broken.
Outspoken, re-awoken; take a moment to let that soak in.
That a boy doubtful of tomorrow could ditch the sorrow,
And become an immortal--though immoral, not totally amoral.
So yea, I've got my faults; I'm a sensory assault,
And while I don't mean to offend I'm just a product of the ends.
Played with fire; I got burned.
Dared to aspire; I was turned.
So I inquire to you sires as I march out of the fires:
You've seen my darkness and know my story--beginning, middle, end--
My name is Nathan Squiers, do you wanna be my friend?
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC