We are a generation
Of instant gratification
Most of our lives
Confined to LCD screens
And large comfy couches
We are fearless;
Behind the username and password
Of a social network
Our words are no longer spoken
But formed by a repetitive tapping of our fingers
An act of bravery is now defined as
Sending a risky text
Our mornings and sleep patterns
Depend solely on
‘Good morning/night beautiful’
Carefully handwritten letters turned into careless emails
And break ups are just
A click of a button on Facebook
Trips to the mall became
Hot cocoa and credit card debt
We learned how to surf
With just a keyboard
And our laziness transformed the English language
Into LOL and TTYL
And how silly it is to think
We made ourselves this way.

January 30th, 2013,
Martin Edward Saunders,
My best friend, my brother,
Hung himself at the age of 16...
The world seems like a dimmer place,
My heart seems a little more hollow then usual...
I keep hoping for a message over Facebook,
Or maybe a text on my phone from you...
None of us want to believe you'r gone,
Some of us literally can't imagine you gone,
I miss you buddy, and I love you...
I raise my glass to you.
Good bye...

Tonight I will approach my bed
Its warm embrace taunting me
Tonight I will wrap myself in blankets
And pretend I am making my own cocoon
Tonight I’ll wish
That when I wake up
I’ll have become a beautiful butterfly
And tomorrow night
I'll do the exact same thing.

Find the line between love and obsession and stress it.  
But **** that and ******* too.
I dont care what you chose or what i have to lose.
I'm done with you but not with this *****.
Evil bliss your cries for help I'll dismiss.
I've never known crazy such as this.
My kindness will win you over for a little wile
after that You'll tune the dial.

I'm too drunk to see what's in front of me.
And this is where I want to be.
Because if I can't feel I can pretend nothings real.

I am half of you.
Right?
You are 23 of my original 46 chromosomes
Yet,
I barely know you.
But that’s a two way street.
While your second marriage is failing and my relationship is thriving
And I might be drinking a little too much and you might be earning not enough
I have late Friday nights while you are...
Wait.
I don’t know what you’re doing.
My bright blue eyes reflect nothing of your dark chocolate brown
The only thing we seem to have in common is our reputation of being
The tallest in the room.
Dad, I’m growing up.
And it’s not my height this time.
You have always been a man of few words
Well, I’m just the opposite.
I wish we could sit down and pour our hearts out
I want to understand what goes through that forty-seven year old mind of yours
I want to know what sprouted those gray hairs on your head and
How high school changed your life
I want love advice
Tell me funny stories about all the wonderful mistakes you made
As long as you don’t mention the one
Where you forgot to speak to your daughter.

With legs intertwined
We lay in peace
Silently drifting into a land of dreams
One not nearly as reputable
As the one we’re already living

While others are wishing,
Crying.
Dreaming.
I am living.
I have what they lost,
Or what they never got.
And I will never, ever
Take that for granted.