All the flowers of the spring
Meet to perfume our burying;
These have but their growing prime,
And man does flourish but his time:
Survey our progress from our birth—
We are set, we grow, we turn to earth.
Courts adieu, and all delights,
All bewitching appetites!
Sweetest breath and clearest eye
Like perfumes go out and die;
And consequently this is done
As shadows wait upon the sun.
Vain the ambition of kings
Who seek by trophies and dead things
To leave a living name behind,
And weave but nets to catch the wind.

time spent wishing people would be the things you'd like and long for them to be
time spent lining up chalky little yellow candies you'll never swallow
time spent dreading anyone reading this
and time spent hoping somebody does
they gave me a pamphlet at the doctor's office today
a litany on how i was smoking myself to death and a pamphlet that read:
call 911 any time you feel your life is meaningless
as if an emergency operator could explain
why you go to sleep every evening assured that you must rise come sun
assured of the strife you face by moving from your somber silent grave
assured that there is no recompense to speak of
only falsities created to temporarily blind cave dwellers
marriage *and love and jesus christ
*in enough words to convince you
has anyone ever noticed that whenever someone is on a ledge
all coaxers ever do is regurgitate false hope
to convince momentarily
never address the facts of meanings the why's the trees that would grow whether you sat beneath them or were never a thought to begin with
expected to sleep expected to rise sleep and rise sleep and rise until you are gone by no fault of your own
gone to leave holes in lives you could do nothing but desert
never address because if they did you'd jump
don't try to deny it, dr. hollywood
you'd jump

Why can't some people just see that I don't want to be found?
That I want to go without your criticizing my every move?
Without being allowed a mistake?
I sometimes even wish I could drift away from the world
Just run away from all you hypocrites that never let anyone
make a mistake except yourselves.
Why can't I just be left alone
without being afraid of my own thoughts
for once??

Lock the doors,
leave on the light.
Kiss the children,
'Nighty night'

Lie in the sheets,
Don't fall asleep.
Cometh the Devil,
thou soul to reap.

Your sable heart
has long been dead
for the Devil dwells
inside your head.