I cloud my head to get ahead.
Just one sip away from enlightenment.
The man smiling,
in my living room,
in the dark,
waits patiently.
Staring into the bathroom mirror,
I adjust my image with nervous haste.
A spider makes its way across the counter.
Instantly, I end it.
Draw back my hand to find only air.

Eyes that search the dark,
And hands that try to grasp.
Until they hit their mark.
And another's palm they clasp.
Lips that taste so sweet,
But at the same time oh so bitter.
Laying dormant on a ***** sheet.
Clothes, portrayed as litter.
As the son rises and shakes his weary head.
She stirs only for a while.
Without hesitation, he quickly leaves the bed.

Just put that paper to pen
and forget what others think
if you can't find any paper
if your pen is all out of ink
then whisper your words over and over
and
over
again
until a proper instrument is found
take notice of all the beauty around you
take in all the words you can find
from books
from him
from her
from them.

and always remember that art is not a contest
you ******* twit.

If I died with my hair dyed blue
would my parents dye it back?
I feel as if I am in a constant state of introduction.
Have we met?

And some days
I don't want to die
But rather
Dissolve
Sublimate
Melt
Until I am one with the air
That which you breathe
That which sustains
All that is life giving
All that is pure
In it,
Through me;
A wish.

It’s when you notice the world around you while listening to that perfect song.
Everything unconsciously moves in perfect time, to a perfect beat, in sweet synchronicity.
In those brief moments, the universe dances such an elegant waltz.
All is intricately weaved, and dances solely for you.

Two pin points of blood seep
from my forehead.
The skin from my index finger
is coming off again.
But I’m not sure if I would call it
Peeling or shedding.
These days continue to drag
From Sunday to Saturday.
Drone on and repeat.
Sleep and retreat.
But I’m not sure if I would call it
True Despair or Prolonged Adolescent *******.

I’ll go with the latter.