Rigid reactions, raw religion
redacting life's riots,
mercilessly.
Emotional rollercoaster,
roars of despair, ready rites,
endlessly.

Many different levels of pain,
some hidden, some explicit,
some creeping, some screaming,
hiding, refusing to go away.

Many attempts to hide what's within,
many shots, many laughs, many made up dreams,
none of them able to disable the feels,
none of them able to redeem.

To make up for past scars
open more in different places,
damage different tissues, cry again
and call it a day.

There's noise,
there's life,
there's nuisance.
I'm amused,
my highest low,
life is nonsense.
Take me home,
I'll blackout,
inconvenience.

Near my house there's a bench,
it used to be mine and hers,
we'd sit and watch the sunset,
our hands chilling together.
Then we'd walk down a side street
that led to her place
walking hesitantly, at our slowest pace.
As time passed we walked faster
and grew further apart,
our hands were now separate,
then we had our last night.

Let's talk animals
I don't know if you'll agree
but since I'm doing nothing
I'll write some lines about these.
Aren't sloths the best for some reason?
I can never get over those guys,
looking fancy, always in slow motion,
the cute smile gets me everytime.

She thinks all she ever stole from me
were a few shirts and some pens.
She thinks all she ever got from me
were objects and bitter words.
Little does she know how much more
she took and could've taken if she had stayed.

The sun shone above the clouds,
my mind was razor-sharp like shark's teeth,
my hands were shaking like I was cold
at nearly 81 degrees.
The sun shone above the clouds,
my body spasmed, covered in sweat,
my legs trembled as I checked around
searching for any bottles left.
The sun still shone above the clouds
as I showered, drank coffee and left the house
looking for whatever distraction I could find,
ended up drunk at a parking lot.

For a moment I did
what was expected from me.
For a few hours I was
what I was expected to be.
Then I went back to being me
I let everyone down and they left.

"Where do you wanna be in five years?"
Golden sky, dead friends, snowy clouds.
"Where do you wanna be in five years?"
Breathing heavy, racing heart. Chill, you're fine!
"Where will you be in five years?"
Hopefully, under the ground.

I trusted a burglar,
she broke into my carefully organized mind
took everything out of it's place and stole my peace.
I'd give you a discription
but she's out of this world,
all I can say is she had red curls and magic green eyes.

Clearly darkened visions,
painless painful lessons,
different days, different versions,
different verses, verifications.
Done, dysphoric,
a kind demon, a tidy mess,
deadly antidote. Help!
I'm filled with emptiness.

There's nothing weirder
than trying to act normal
when you're too far gone
to be like everyone.
The simpler words
turn to tonguetwisters
when you want to let them out
at the most random times.

I was freed
from the room I lived in
and the state of mind
I loathed.
I was freed from my chains
from my brain, from abuse.
I was freed and went out
celebrating, grey sweater
black pants, in the crowd
of colorful people
with souls like black holes.
But the city is mine
Yes, the city is mine too,
it's big enough for me and you,
you get the churches
I get the beaches,
you avoid me
And I avoid you.

I'm a "vlogger" poet,
or a poet who "vlogs"
through words.
Filling your Home pages
with my own latest news,
brand new discoveries:
I'm an alcoholic
and probably bipolar too.

Yo, did it hurt when you fell from the sky?
Do you have any previous criminal records?
Because you skillfully stole my heart.
You must be made of Uranium and Iodine...
Get it? No? Nevermind.
Anyway, what do you do for fun,
besides dragging sailors to their demise?
May I offer you a beer, or maybe some Coke with ice?

What is the right way of seeing people?
Is it as individuals or groups?

Only numbers to be added to statistics, potential predators and prey...

Are we even so smart at this point?

If the industries hadn't made us see each other just as competition, it'd be very clear
that the right way of seeing a person is as a person, period.

What kind of meaning do you even see
in living with so much hate for one of your own
buried within?

After someone gives up on their life
there are always many to wonder "why?"
or say "I can't see a reason!"
when the answer was right in front of them
sometimes for years
and they just let it all slide.

F5, F5, F5...
Am I doing good?
F5, F5, F5...
Is she proud of me?
F5, F5, F5...
Where are my notifications?
F5, F5, F5...
Perhaps it's too soon.

You weren't born to be your family's dream come true,
to wear what people choose for you,
to feel guilty for never being good enough.
You know that perfect cousin you were taught to admire?
They're just as troubled as you are,
perhaps they mess up just as much
but they cover up their tracks.
I can confirm, I've seen the lies,
I've seen the remorse in their eyes,
that is, while they still have any.
So, don't take life as it is,
change a little, for a change,
do what you gotta do, life is too strange
to have only one way to succeed.