Stewing in false hopelessness
I’m a nobody
killing nothing but time
.
Lay out all of my scars
and put them to the light
.
I am no better than you
spitting venom,
cutting my ties
.
I do it like a ghost
in the house that I reside
and no one hears me
.
Staring out the window each
time I wake up in the..
.
Birth a place for myself to live
it’s dark
and deer peer through the window
in silence
.
I look like a silhouette
and sound like a draft
as I fall in your mouth

So, you said "I love you"
but it was all so tongue in cheek

Like,  what a silly concept
to feel that way about someone
especially before *******

I suppose that's true,



for you

Too many people out there
have floods of fire and gloom imploding their brains
but replace the voids with Kim Kardashian's perfect ***

So in fear of seeming awkward or strange
tentatively we may love each-other

"I suppose we'll hang out soon, right?"

Totally.

So much time and paper wasted

with tragic words of dark nights alone and hopeless

Perhaps because I thought that truth lied in despair

but in every dark place there is a pin hole in the wall

that shows the other side


In Endless summers

where I could live in between each day

with nothing existing

while adults that have been sundered down by the world sleep

as I was living more than they could ever imagine

Swimming in the my own perception,

and my own sweet and sour smell

I mean, I don’t need to shower anyways

I don’t plan on seeing any one, luckily(probably for them)


When am with my brothers

and curse every hollow persona

curse every hollow way

and if i’m lucky

I can see a liberation from maturity

for we are all children bound by our future selves

trying to be, something

not trying to be, Happy

And all I have to say to that is **** IT

Break every self percieving mirror

that keeps us looking at our own actions and question if we are doing the right thing?

Walk through a forest in winter,

to find adventure and love

**** at in elementary school yard

Because we couldn’t care less about what the girls say

And **** like the god ****** dog we all are

because there isn’t much joy in anything else.


For this is the only way you can escape

the adult that holds us down

and chokes the life out of us

and eventually makes us worn

and broken

and lost..

falling asleep at 8:30pm,

as 17 year old children are waking up to have fun again.

The car is drifting

On an endless black line,

a dot in the sky

projects it’s feeling on me, empty

A white blank sheet

All veils are pulled off of the windows

While the world is darkly dreaming

and every hole in my life is illuminated

This is truth

This is a void

This is night

This is time for rest

But I just drift timelessly forever thinking of all that should be and all that I’m capable of,

But  I stay in place.

All of these motions and anguish, yet I am laboring, immobile.

Achieving greatness, and wishing for more

I’m drunk off greed, and the world is only telling me to go back and get some more.

No one is going to ******* stop me, and I’m not sure if i should

and all I can do is question if I will ever arrive at my destination

drifting to my destination,

at sea as I swim to the light



My beliefs are destroying me

for I strive for immortality

when I need to lay low

in disgusting serenity

and breathe

But what is noble?

Apparently it isn’t rest

I’m standing in a windstorm filled with misery

With my mouth snapped shut

But aren’t we all?

But aren’t we all?

I tell myself, Life is just perception

perhaps I need some thicker eyelids

before my hands break

I’m sprawled alone on the floor

Uncomfortably

And I’m a navy object down down below the veneer of the sea

Thinking of all the things I have seen..

And wish I hadn’t

Behind the curtains; In the dark

As the spectators see nothing

because they cannot see beyond the play

because it keeps them from looking farther

But I have, unfortunately

The day we handed you over to God

All alone, in silence

and I’m tormented

There is a song whispering on the stereo

full of so much love and joy

I wish I could rip the benevolent sound from the air

and consume it, and let it fill up every void

that is left in my soul, because I feel it

less and less

day by day

as fate sunders me slowly

like the song is lulling me now to darkness

And although I try to inhale the spirit of the song, Nothing changes

I’m still the color of this empty night

A time that might as well not have happened

I am the deepest ocean as the song plays indifferently