Hard is a life you feel out of place in
You slide into the spaces but there are gaps along the edges
You almost fit
You've mastered the art of almost
You are the man behind the camera
Inspecting your life and trying to get the perfect shot
Commanding the things that don't fit against the backdrop of all your insecurities
Tilt
Lift
Squeeze
Freeze
/flash/
There, almost
Chin up
Back Straight
Smile
Freeze
/flash/
There, almost
Quiet down
Be careful
Not too fast
Freeze
/flash/
There, almost
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC
The barbed wire in my chest
Pokes and prods with each halting breath
Nothing is easy anymore
With it sitting there
Unwinding slowly
It rakes its claws against my insides
Around my bones
Into my lungs
Any sudden movement
Any risk
Any chance
Digs it only deeper
There is no room for error in this body of mine
I am a walking keep out fence
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC
When you meet someone you know could swallow you whole
You have two options
One:
Jump into their mouths
Make their teeth your roof
and their tongue your bed
Hang on their every word
Roll with the waves of their words
Let their hot breath shape your being
Fall down their throat into their hot belly
You have no home but here
Outside is no place for you now
Two:
Run as far away as your can from the gaping cave
Plug your ears against the siren call of their voice
Do not let the inhale of their lungs pull you
Do not be small enough that they could fit you inside
Stand on your own
They are no place for you
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
The biggest tragedy in this life is when
extraordinary things become ordinary
Not because their sparkle dulls
or because they refuse to shine
But because we have taken
their beauty for granted
It is a little death to be sure
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
I think I would not mind if I were not me
To be me is an awfully taxing thing to be
I live and I breathe
I hear and I see
I am grateful to live and breath
Hear and see
But I wouldn't mind all that much
If I could just be
Like the wind or a tree
Being just to be
Yes I think it would suit me
To just be
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
Sometimes I just lay in bed breathing
Just breathing
Hoping lightning will strike and the world will feel as pretty as it does in pictures
Bright
Frozen
Illuminated
And then it will set me on fire
I will burn brighter
Feel more
Feel something
Something besides yearning
Feel fulfilled
Feel filled
Feel more than nothing
And then the room will go dark
But I will still be
Lying here
Filled
With lightning
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at ****** are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you
to **** anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
their finest art
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC
don't feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.
be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain
who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.
juggling mates
and
attitudes
their
confusion is
constant
and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.
beware of them:
one of their
key words is
"love."
and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God
for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.
don't feel sorry for me
because I am alone
for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.
I am a dog walking
backwards
I am a broken
banjo
I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio
I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.
put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
Just do what makes you happy my mom says to me
I reply: What makes me happy is other people being happy
She tells me this is no way to live
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC