The you and I
In my future bides time
For my dreams to combine
And put you before my gray eyes.

Beautiful light clashes with my ugly darkness
Eradicating the masticating thoughts of rejection

Smile at me please
Maybe my frozen stone heart will unfreeze

In the end
It's all the same
Differences drive me away
And all the guile smiles thrown in my face
Don't erase space between.

There's this box we're given as children.
And inside it are all the tools
and materials
and instructions that
They
want you to use when you make yourself.
None of it is bad,
in fact, most of it is
Probably
pretty positive for your life.
But doesn't it
Burn
your insides up to know
that you're built from a ******* template?
That all you could hope for
is minor alterations to a
Stale
overused and boring design.
Take that box and dump it into the river.

Traveling faster than light
Across cosmic currents can create
A separation

From yourself

From everyone else

The perspective change is strange
Something like wisdom

But it's just an illusion
Reality, that is
You step away and see the clay from which it's all made
Not that it is made, intentionally anyway
If you feel the hands of fate then give me some too
Those drugs must be good.

But I have to go on
Into the great clichè beyond
I’m looking for a woman that I can't find
Won't find, probably.

Whoever coined the phrase
Peace and quiet
Should feel the violence of this silence,
Hear the savage emptiness
Try to sleep in it
Regret that time passes and the morning comes
Let it pull you into that dark hole of
Memories and insecurities.

There is no peace in the quiet.
Or maybe, there just is no peace.

I don’t call myself a poet, though I do write poems.
I think.

I don’t think it's honest to say I am a something.
I prefer to be seen as a someone, anyway.

I presume it's presumptuous to say “I’m of this us!”
And meaningless to minds, whom I want to find,
anyway.

Not everything I write is a poem, but I put thought into it,
attempt to elicit emotion or bend the meanings of words to some poetic end.

So call me what name you want.
Label this thing in your thoughts.
But remember you're missing a lot
by ignoring words and seeing font.