If there's no wireless network
it won't work,
I work tirelessly to ensure
it's not so.

The man with the broken nose knows
not
to ask too many questions
for
which there's no answers.

In the safe house we're all safe
said
no spy ever
and they're forever
falling for that one.

These are just little stories
from the storehouse
of memories
and I have too
many of them.

Astute young face, aglow
Her hair from gold to snow

Eyes betwixt walnut and coal
What sly, coy secrets they know

Her powerful glance doth sow
an end to every last foe

and the barest of smiles to show
how strong she will one day grow

Remember waking up to the smell of mothers' breakfast on the table waiting to be eaten,  while she sang her childhood songs in the kitchen?

remember being super excited to meet your friends at school but rued the moment of your eyes locking with your class teacher?

remember the love letters we would send to the people we were infatuated with because we thought they were perfect , and the gossiping we used to do about other relationships?

Remember after school afternoons were we would stall the time to go home and extend procrastination hours from school work ?

Remember when thinking that everything in the future is just a dream that would never come,  but everyday was a step closer?  
I smile...because I remember
because I counted every minute I lived,  but never took time to count how many minutes I'm dying.

Heart of love
Why are you broken
You bleed for demons
And run from the angels

Uncertain and unstable
In an addict filled fable
Finding patterns in personality,
In time laps, I've fallen.

Fallen victim to my fears,
My pessimistic fears,
I've become a robot
Just drinking ******* beers.

Truly the death of the communication age,
Leading me to follow,
Current textbooks fluent in rejection
To the students they serve.

Brainwashing in thick salt water,
Drowning in a taste that makes faces,
Gloating achievements and attention,
Filing for societal filters to get
Through obligations created by
Degenerate scholars.
Glaring into darkness and
Twinkling laughter silent after
Punishments now turned to powder.

Gallantly quiet in a world of opinions
Stretching from borders that fire
At each other through 140 characters.
Given all that's left are blind readings
Of sarcastic articles titled with bait
On a hook like worm covered worms.

I'm truly left in confusion reading
The forward to the epilogue of a
Torn apart villainous wreckage
Scattered into the brains of a
Clueless populous in hope for
Worlds to meet in collision
And turbulence.