Everyone always told me they wanted to be me
But I was dying to be someone else
all my lies kept building up
Now I hated who I had become
I was dying to leave and be somewhere else
everyone wouldn’t want to be me
But I’d still be myself

hello, stranger
i see we meet again
between book pages
within art hedges

the paths to immortality are
storylines and ballad chimes
i’ll see you in the epigraphs
i’ll read you in the skies

first law of
thermodynamics
no energy created
no energy destroyed

over and over
blood born blood lost
arms carved from fireflies
breath fossils in northern lights

hello, stranger
decaying and beating heart
chubby hands clinging to heaven
or trading final death-cards

the clock ticks to the rhythm of
supernovas far, far away
and prophecies printed on
abandoned beach sands

and you, stranger
walk the plank between the waking
and the beyond
my question to you is
Which direction are you heading?

her tapes wouldn't play
but nonetheless
       i love her
of time, when our souls
touched at that sinclair
gas station
       blue airhead
       cheeto socks
and while i daydream
she pays close observance
to me and my taste
and blows balloons
        and
tapes green, orange streamers
to the ceiling
while i, distracted
           **** on strawberries

i am 22 today

Dijiste que me entiendes.
Se también que tú lo estás viviendo.
Pero me pregunto;
Será lo mismo?
Es amar a alguien que no te ama
Y sabes que es muy probable,
nunca te va amar.
Igual que amar a alguien que te amó?
Que compartió contigo su vida por un momento.
Que recibió el placer de tus caricias.
Y cruelmente traicionó tu corazón.

Será lo mismo?

I am erased
happily
thereafter
non
anydamnthing
a vapor
a mist
several molecules
amiss
won't even
be noticed
what are you
doing here

I write but I'm not a writer
I dance but I'm not a dancer
I sing but I'm not a singer
And I travel but I'm not a traveler
Because I am all of it and more
Don't limit me to a label
Because I am so much more.
We all are.