Step:
✔  1 Get a silly crush (something to compare later feelings with.)
✔  2 Move on, it's a silly crush
✔  3 Live on the outskirts of social interaction for a couple years
✔  4 Find a girl who makes you smile for no reason
✔  5 Wait a while, holding on to that feeling.
✔  6 This is no silly crush (you can compare, remember?)
✔  7 Tell her about it
✔  8 Watch her fall in love with a player
✔  9 Suffocate
✔ 10 Move away to college, miss her
✔ 11 Find a shady man in appropriate alley
✔ 12 Purchase lethal substance
    13 Use it

Our world is our perception
It is our pain
It is our happiness
It is our love

So why, when it feels so bad
do we dwell so long
on the foremost?

Mountains hold amongst themselves,
in each of their valleys,
shared between their neighbors,
an air of majesty.

Sit upon the peaks, peering into unknown forest
as the wind buffs your face clean of all obligations;
carpeting your thighs with a buttery smooth gentleness
that caresses your mind into relaxation.

Regal pines strike back against
the enormous pressure at sea level,
raising up to thin the air
and to thin your worry.

Here you are lost
in the grandeur of something greater
than yourself,
but never greater than it really is.  

In the valleys shared between mountains,
on the windy peaks,
the mountains swallow you up,
absorb you.

And share with you, too
that majesty.

They said no pulse
could match the pace of mine
but our two souls
beat in time

What's  hidden behind,
What we don't want to see.
What we create in our mind,
What we want there to be.

This green curtain,
So ornate,
Keeps secrets to well...
imagination must create.

I heard that alcohol is so good at drowning out sound
That if you hid in the bottom of a bottle
You wouldn't hear a thing.
It sounded peaceful, and I was tired of sound.
So naturally I thought I'd give it a go.

And it worked for a while.
But sound always finds its way in.

We live in cardboard castles
and play games where we set ourselves on fire

We stack our house of cards
so we can try to catch the kings as we knock it down

We wear armor made of spun glass
and throw ourselves off of bridges just to watch it shatter

We like to smile and pretend that we're okay
and sometimes it even works.

Catharsis makes me feel good again.
Catharsis means I need to feel bad.

What a *****.

Put your lines right here
and here
and here if you like,

I won't do it for you,
your mind is not mine,
you want to feel beauty?
you want to feel sad?
you want to speak the language of life?

Then write your own poem.

Oh me, oh my. It would seem that I've forgotten how to count!

Curiosity is an incurable disease, and thank goodness for that.

I just want to drive
In my car, I'd run and hide.
A man who's always leaving,
but never seems to arrive.

Cut your teeth
on gasoline,
white lies, small death
and saccharine.

Hollow chests,
empty smiles.
thoughts and hearts
will stop a while.

Cold hands,
cold hearts.
we're dangerous children
with poisonous darts.

There was no reason
For it; Life was golden
...
That don't mean jack ****.

Tears flowed from my brain
Your heart, your love was given
...
Still, I bathed in pain.

A victim of me.
Drank of tears and misery
...
Genie, you are free.

As day begets day begets day
The hornier I get, the less I can wait.

Every time you say "Hi"
I want to throw you through a wall.
Because you have no idea how I hurt,
You cannot feel the chemical burn
That leaks through my heart and drips onto my brain.

Purple veins, draining the pain
But veins only lead back to the heart.

Bubbly hell
makes me tired every time I drink.
Rips apart my joints with sugary satisfaction.
Still I am invigorated with your flavor,
and want to chase you through
lemon tree orchards
that will only ever make me more thirsty
and want to drink of
my lemon lyme disease.

I was going to write a poem
telling how beautiful you are.
but it would be an injustice to the world's self-esteem
to immortalize such concepts.

As this chapter ends and a new one begins,
I will once again disappear.
From your lives...
And from your memories.

Never again will our paths meet,
Never again will you hear my name,
Never again will we share in these words;

I am grateful for the time we shared.

He always told me
I "did okay."
He stood by the track to cheer me on
as I watched everybody finish
He always told me
Wherever I went I'd "do just fine."

No matter how many times I fell short,
how many times I failed
No matter how lost I became,

My father always loved his son,
how hard that must have been for him.

The rush is a knock-out
Like a one-two-Boom!
Birthed of the VROOM!
Child of the ZOOM!
of the two-wheeled rebels
who send flying my freshly laid chip n' tar
with their mindless engines in fifth

Burning,
Breaking,
Shattering,
what they so carelessly
approach,
passover,
abandon.

It is my road,
They just use it for their thrills.

Razors can't make me bleed
like you can.

I've tried.

I turned away,
and you were gone.
left me like the ending to a decent song
hanging in the silence.

I prayed away,
and you returned.
I guess just to see how bright I burned
In this hell you sent me to.

With creativity.
"I can only right when I'm depressed."
*******!
You've got a talent, kid,
and it doesn't stop being there just because you had a good day.
So when you're feeling sad, write about all the terrible ****;
but when you're happy, don't dare put down that pen
write about all the amazing things that you feel,
because lord knows you can!

that running from our problems
doesn't work on a circular track
and hiding can't save us
when everything is made of glass

I write
because I cannot speak.
I cannot say these things in front of you,
I cannot peel apart my ribs and expose my heart.
To do so would **** me.
but on paper, I only bleed.

Bent
Broken
Bruised
Of all the words to describe me,
Beaten is not among them.

It kills me not to be by her side
not being able to cuddle her at night

we'll be back together soon
then we can swoon, swoon, swoon

but until that long awaited night
I'll hug your picture and hold on tight

on a day to day basis
there is not constant
no consistency with the way I feel.
So you can say that you know me
but I'll tell you that you're wrong
because hell, I don't even know me.

My foggy breath crawls up the inside of my throat
And lunges past my teeth
With a happy turbulence.
Spreading over the crest of the hill,
It graces the treeline with joy
And disappears deep into the forest.

Stags wander through it's remains,
In an absolute nobility
And earthly humility,
As they catch the sound of icy grass beneath my boots
Bounding far, like children who
Imagine creepy-crawlers biting at their feet.

My appearance scatters the sleepy branches
Of somber firs,
And new-born scotch;
Leaving them to dance and flirt
With the timeless frost, suspended in air
Lifted and churned by my foggy breath.

Resting against the mossy logs
Just beyond the treeline,
I watch brittle flakes fall
And blanket a gently robust field with crystal
That comes to a final rest and conclusion.
My day has gone to waste.

I tried to beat it
The sun.
Tried to beat it to the horizon
I looked up and saw it one day
I said "OH! what beauty! I shall catch it if it falls!"
And it began to fall.
So I tried to beat it to the horizon, where I knew it would land.
But it sank deep, deep into the ground.
And i mourned for it
I cried and crooned of it's beauty.
I begged of it to come back.
And in this depression I fell asleep.
When I woke, high high above me was the sun.
And I said "OH! what beauty! I shall catch it if it falls!"

You make me smile.
Not at your silky hair,
Or your cherry lips,
Or your contagious laugh,
Or the way you speak.

You make me smile,
at nothing.
And that's the best kind of smile.