We will all be forgotten
Of this there is no doubt
Though we live as if
A world without us
Could not exist

We grossly exaggerate
Our importance
Arrogantly
Overestimating
Our relevance
To the orbit of all
The planets
And galaxies

How many years will
Your memory remain
In the minds of men
And women?
Put your self
In perspective
Reflect on
How forgettable
You are

Stars and tears
All disappear

Sean Hunt Windermere 2016

Jenny and Malcolm
lie in a field
on a hill
straddling the countryside
at midnight.
The grass tickles
their toes and noses
as it flows up
getting the stars.
Jenny passes the roach
and sings the blues.
Malcolm casts
a long line of smoke,
fishing for meteors.

"You think
there's anyone
out there?"
Jenny asks.

"I knew a kid,"
Malcolm says,
bobbing his head
to Hendrix,
"18, in Philly,
went to grab
a bag of dope,
but his buddy's brother,
he was nine at the time,
wouldn't go,
so he had to go,
thought it would be quick
so he brought him
but forgot the cash
and tried to dash,
but the kid wasn't so fast.
They caught him
and laid him to rest
with his head on the curb
and teeth in the gutter.
After that, he said
he couldn't be the same,
forever paranoid,
society pushing him
towards suicide
or addiction.
Desensitized
he decided
he wasn't made for this place
so he got high
and rode a cloud
out beyond
where we stare now."

i don't want to be
sensitive
anymore- or cool
for that mater. art is better off left to the dying

(hence the beard and the ugly coat)

I'm at a loss for words
when I do talk it's wrong
When I don't say anything
I should

I should show my feelings more but when I do
I get shamed
It's all my fault
I need to stop crying
I cry too much
But the pain in my chest is too sharp
to feel without tears filling my eyes

try gAsping for air when your lungs have collapsed
and then tell me again it's my fault
that I can't breathe

She frightens me
Her desire for me is haunting
She's controlling and manipulative
She forces me to grant her
Most sickening wishes
I try to resist, but she pulls me back
Refuses to leave until she has me at last
It's scary how she can over power me
She's 5'1 and 110 pounds of fury
She loves seeing me suffer
She laughs at my pain
She ties me up and won't let go until
She's gotten everything she can gain
She's a *** demon
Fired up and ready to go
And I'm held hostage
Forever fearing the dangerous unknown

i write when im sad
i think its not bad

i write when im broken
tears on the words ive written

i write when im happy
especially when i feel sappy

i write because i love to.
not because i want to.