When you spend your nights alone at the bar
at the ripe age of 32
your eyes start to develop a deep glassy loneliness
Washed out; Faded
These grey eyes have an endless longing
Unfulfilled nothingness resting behind a curious gaze that is envious of everything and everyone that is content
Rage is replaced with regret.
Inspiration replaced with hollow grandeurs.
Love replaced with desperate sentimentality.

Holy smokes I am losing my cool
Wrapped up in tatters in what I would
Call a ****** up existence
But I do what I do
And a can what I can
So I can preserve what I need
To survive
My feet coil together
Small toes against small toes
Rhythmatically sensing one another
In a calming motion
Allowing the electric to go someplace

This is when I wish I had a pen
To let you know this is an honest letter
From me to you
Something rare and raw and pure
Something so rare

It's quick
It's to-the-point
It's all american
And clever
It's humorous and famous
It contains all the celebrity
One would need #2b happy
It's full of digital photographs
And ***** sext messages
I can't believe how heavy it is
It's all paper
No gold or silver
Allllll paper
Kinda fake but kinda real
It's wild
It's now
It us

its gone
I hated it too
I hated
That's why
Those moves
Came climbing out
Of my mind
It's gone
I'm black and blue
And what was stated
I try
Those grooves
All oozing out
Will find
I'm gone

in the corner of my eye
They flash as I drive aimlessly at night
They flash behind my eyelids
They flash as memories and regrets
I can see them right now
On the Page as I write
Yelling and screaming at me to MOVE

They flash quickly and sometimes slowly
And they make me as jumpy as all hell
They make me late and they make me sit and stare in the mirror
They make me hold my breath
And breathe uncontrollably
All at once

Interesting isn't the half
Of a full grasp
Crisp and soft around the edges
Like a mellow high
Reaching far too low to be anywhere
Near the truth
But who needs truth when we have TV
And news and facebook
Look friends
I made this for dinner
Look friends
I have so many friends
Look friends
I'm going to **** myself if I don't get a like
Like soon
Ok. I did
I'm happy now

Can't somebody stop the madness
The insults at life
The crap on the bottom of the boat
The **** on the street

We all tiptoe the line
At times
But it's hard to keep a
Clean mind
Have an innocent laugh

It's disgusting really
And sad we all failed
But I'm an optimist
So I try to let it all fade away