Can't quite find a way out.
Myself and my own capabilities
are the things that I doubt.

Sent it out, in the mail your
little package of sensibilities.
I'm just afraid of failure.

When the sun shines brightly in my eyes
with clear skies and blue eternity,
I can't seem to stay in this disguise.

It feels too **** good.
With perfect certainty.
Letting go, like I knew I would.

She stole my heart.

I found it
listed on eBay.

I don't need this,
it's all refuse
and I refuse
to keep it any longer.

All my beloved,
all my collected
and cherished.
They're heavy
with sentiment,
burdened with
memory.

Artifacts of my past
that I cling to,
like plastic wrap.

Take all of me,
every scrap and
every piece and
send me home
to waste management.

Free my thoughts
from the chains
of remembrance,
so that I may sing again.

The milk goes first.
I'm tired of being ostracized by the cereal-firsters.

I've watched these freaks literally fill an entire
bowl up to the top with cereal, then try to fit
milk in. They get one solid layer of crunchy goodness
then have half a bowl left of mushy, soggy garbage.

And yes,
it's a soup.

*******.

All the loudest folk lie endlessly,
while the honest and the truthful
never speak a single word.