A patchy sky leaves the moonlight with arrythmia
Leaving me to match it's rhythm
As I play "red light green light"
With the eyes and teeth that twinkle
In the shadows like stars
Painted on the void
Just beyond what I can see

I took a picture of myself
And when I looked into my eyes
All I saw was just a letter
I couldn't capitalize on my strengths,
Pushed so far I stopped
And under scored
But a point is still a point
So I picked myself back up,
Corrected my mistakes,
And continued running
Because that's how sentences are for me.

I've blind emotions
Feeling for the guiding sounds
Music is my cane

In the microwave or oven roasted
A simple snack to have or full blown meal
Eat them at home or where wine is toasted
After a bag, hunger you will not feel
A calzone and ravioli it's not
Packed with flavour, pepperoni and cheese
A roll as delicious as it is hot
An oral ****** each bite'l release
Totinos Pizza Rolls, the perfect snack
Ev'ry piece what a wonderful delight
It's like Christmas when you get a new pack
I'm telling you boy, they are out of sight!
If there is one thing that I regret
It's knock off Totinos, never forget

Every late night dreary
As I post, weak and weary
Many a memes of dogs and more
"I should go to sleep" I say
"it's ******* four"

I stand atop a mountain
Made of dreams
And made of hope
A king amongst my people
A God to those below

He's a house panther with fur dark as night
A non Newtonian cat with eyes of starlight
He won't bring you bad luck, he's a softy at heart
But if you do play, he'll tear you apart
He's stubborn as hell but I'd like you to know
His name is onyx and he's my bestest bro

If I had a dollar
for every time you made me smile
I'd only have a dollar
because that one smile
is still going strong

I want to be taken serious.
Is it a crime for me to want mine?
To be a star, to shine
Both in and outside?
Do you mind if I share my mind?

If I were to tell a lie
I'd say I don't care
That you're insane
To think that I should
Or that I would care.
But I do and I joke about it.
Because you can't pass judgement
If you laugh about it
And you can't see me struggle
With your hands wiping tears
From your face because
Man was that joke good.
But for me it's like
I'm crying through you.
Converting pain into pleasure
Converting sadness to happiness
Converting desperation to hope
Converting who I am to who you see me as.

I want to be taken seriously
I want to be me.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Take your phone and let it go
If it rings you just say no
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe

Double vision isn't always bad.
It means when I see you
you're twice as pretty
Twice as smart
Twice as caring
With twice the heart.
And it makes me smile
Twice as much

A day is a day until day becomes dusk
Then dusk becomes night
And night becomes night
And night becomes night
And night becomes night
Then night turns to dawn
And with the sun comes the dark
And the dark takes the life
And the life becomes light
As it fades with the memories
Of those who were lost
As the days turn to days

"I think I still love you"
Said the branded to the brander
But it was a burning pain
Not a burning passion
That they felt
After their first love
Left their mark
And went away

I'd give a penny for your thoughts
If I thought that there was something
Anything at any time but now
Come to think of it there's one thing
The thought that you could have a thought
Is worth a penny not just nothing
So take the penny and know that
Your thoughts have value
Even though it's just a penny
It's still something

I wouldn't mind diving
in the guilt
and in the tears
and in the memories
and in the fears
And in the hopes
And in the dreams
And in the music
And in the things
That drown out life
And help me reflect
On what has been
Or will hope to be
Because
If I could hold my breath for forever
I wouldn't have to drown

It's not a question I can answer
because my today
is your yesterday
And your day before that
and the reason I'm still here
to greet you with a smile
is because I haven't found
a good enough reason
to sleep so long
That my today
becomes your
"I remember when he used to smile..."

Sunken eyes filled with tears
Turned into wishing wells
Place a coin in each
And wish for my safe travels
On my voyage down
The river Styx

You can't caress a women
And provide a tender touch
With hands carved into canyons
So you turn those canyons into clouds
And become the morning fog
Lingering over the beautiful earth.

You could pay to know the truth
Or just read between the lines
People speak in coded words
And their meaning
Isn't always in black and white

Stay strong they tell me
Hold your head up
High
And keep your back
Straight
They say
But they don't see the burden
On my shoulders
Or the things I'm thinking of
It's easier to bow my head in shame
Than break my neck
trying to look above

We face facebook
More than books face us
People laugh out loud
But we hear nothing
The sound of taps and clicks
Are the equivalent of mice and crickets
The glow of the screen
Fights for dominance
We swipe our fingers
To flip pages on books
With no paper
Since when did we
Lose our sense of
Value
Giving priority to something
That in reality
Isn't worth a single cent
We are all deaf mutes
Acting a bit thrown back
When we hear our names
Instead of reading them

Up a mental creek
With a broken paddle
What good is a life vest
If you're chained
To an anchor

I fear for my life
because my life
won't fear for itself.
You fear for your life
because your life
can't fend for itself.

We live to die
And die for
What is worth
Living for

My parents told me I was dead to them
When I came out as gay at 16
They died three years later
I tried but couldn't be sad because
How can I mourn the death of those
Who didn't mourn the death of me

You remind me
                         of water
                                           The way you fill
                    my



                                  Everything

Seeing things out of focus
Distorted views
Shadows on shadows
On walls that don't exist
Outside
The confines of the mind.
Tunnel vision
Through open fields
Blind to the wonders
That surround ones self
Happiness is
You're only lost
If others pave your road for you
Sounds of life
The echoes of death
Collections of thoughts
Meanings morphing
Changing
Losing and growing
Through individuals
Molding and defining
Based on the past
Events those of which
Are not shared
Where does the shallow end
How far do we go
Before something
Becomes more than skin deep
Walking backwards
Eyes closed
Turning around
Only to see
If the destination
Has been reached
Not knowing
What
The destination is
Scenic routes
No entry point
Mental landscapes
Lost in a shroud
Of doubt
Scent of rain with clear
skies
Life
Incomplete works of art
Eyes closed
Mind open for business
Musings
A collection of lost puzzle pieces
Dillusional
Abstract
Shapeless
Incoherent prose
The glass is either half empty
Or half full
Depending on the contents
Striving for more
Is the nature of everything.
Stagnant pools of empty thoughts
Time wasted
Following refractions of light
The abscence of light
Seeing only what others want
The future
Holds
What I chose to hand it

I am a crude crayon drawing. Hastily put together with no consideration for any rules or guidelines. A grand idea given to a child to be processed through a mind of inexperience and constructed with hands that lack precision and coordination. There is no depth, there is no meaning, there is only me.

I am a pencil sketch. Taking the form of something that could be great, it could be priceless. It could be one of the greatest achievements. And with the same breath it could be said that it could be an abomination. Something taken and forgotten to forever sit in the pit with the rest of those that had no intentions of being finished. There is a hopeful fear with every swift line.

I am a water colour painting. A fluid expression of thought. An amalgamation of ideas coming to fruition with a sense of freedom unparalleled as of yet. Colours free to bleed and mingle to become something new, something beautiful.




I am scratchboard. A black canvas waiting to be carved.

People tell me that you reap what you sow
which is why I plant on barren lands
so those consequences will never grow

As the cracks begin to widen
I can see what's on the other side.
Time seems to tick slower
my eyes fixated on the flaws at hand.
The time spent together
seems to mean nothing anymore.
Turning into memories in a haze;
I can't see clearly.
I'm distracted by what use to be so small
these flaws have grown too big to ignore.
I feel my time to say goodbye is near
though question how good a bye can be.

Replace my blood with gold so I'll be worth something

They got us with the candy house
and now we're in the melting ***.
Too busy chasing dreams to scream.
The Witches Brew,
made of America,
sold to those who don't have squat.

We were just two strangers heading in the same direction but when I turned left you turned right.
It wasn't until I went to ask for your name that I realized you had disappeared.
I turned to see where you'd gone but all I saw were footprints heading in the opposite direction.

I connect the sound of rain drops hitting my window the way kids do in colouring books. The pitch of the drop determins the colour of the line that connects each raindrop and the loudness of the drop determines how bright or dim that colour is. Images in my mind are ones I will never be able to replicate. It's mornings like these that made me wish they would last forever

Our existence is just an overly elaborate Rube Goldberg machine

My memory lane is paved with memories I'd rather forget

Untie the knot in my throat
So that I can try to speak
Let the air flow to my lungs
So that I can remember to breathe
If I look away in disgust
It’s from the tears that want to run
Don’t mind my smile
It’s the only wall I have