I found out what you smell like.
It took years.
Fascinating and uplifting, kid.
You are a hurricane that carries happiness.
Your smile weighs a ton.
When you scream, accidents escape.
Noone knows.
You smell like a fresh packet of tennis *****.

Wear the DNA proud,
no matter how hard things go.
You are a monster and a perfect being.
A complete mess of stars and stardust.

I will never forget you.
Even if far away,
I won't let you down. I must not.

Live for the fight. Live for light.
Keep in mind, things aren't perfect and the road will be agonizing.
Rewards are not what they look like. Do not live for rewards.
Live for the swords.
Above all be alive and well.
You journey through hell.

Be strong and wise.
Discover lies. Cherish the truth. Even if it hurts, speak of it.
Be bold. Caps lock.
When the boats rock,
pick up the Glock.

Aim for the stars. You will pass Mars.
Others count in miles.
You count light years in paradise.

I'm always there. Forever inside,
The others made me hide. I escaped inside your soul.
The greatest story ever told.

I had a **** childhood
But at least the music was good

My sky
Is my skin
I can't seem to
climb out
of it.

Hands
I for one
Am one

Reading books from the dead is certainly fun.

Upside down pen.

Also my nan,
Best thing in my life
Made me honest
A stand up guy.

Remember the 80's
She was funky back then.

Tell me please, why do you like death?
What is it about her?
Is she better than me?
Do you have a cemetery shortage?

Candles.
This town is endless.

Sugar coned install
I'll find an app for that.
Will google it.
I can google anything.
Even you.

Smile your Marie Kondo smile on me-
Just smile and pretend it can be done
She is a tank against common sense. Invasion of clear mind.
I never tidy up, my life's a mess.
Marie Kondo though makes me feel even less.
Completely disarmed my will to feel.

Do you ever Google?
I heard they call you "USERS";
I mean, do you care?

Our lives are now viral,
a flush of the toilet,
a death-summoning spiral.

Funnels of sheer torment,
Kirsten Stewarts pretty hair,
...it's like noone's even really there.

All locked in a block of info,
only CIA's aware.
Some weird files to share, locked up in a cloud.

Do these clouds rain on men?
Do they make them run?
Summon a sea of umbrellas beneath?

It's a sea of despair,
and was meant to be fun, worthy of a stare, here and there.
Now all gone.

But to have lives abolished in shame...
Is it a game? A Facebook event?
Do we just pretend?
No way to explain,
Not even a gain.