"I've taught myself to talk to everyone in their own language. I just need someone to talk to me in mine."

silence the odd man out
he ain't got nothing important to say
freedom is something he can live without
when the sun comes out hide your eyes
ignore the beauty and wait for the night
keep yourself secluded
live your empty life
keep yourself deluded
that is your right

She wore flowers in her hair
even in autumn
she wore flowers
in her hair

as if
they belonged
next to her beautiful
mind
like the daisies
belonged
growing within
the grass

she was an angel
in a summer dress
whispering
To me
her darkest secrets

like precious gifts
She spilt them
from her sweet tongue
into my mouth

and i knew i would
never again
go hungry
as i ate every
single
one

with one foot on yesterday and the other on tomorrow I'm ******* all over the day

I am morning
A cellphone tucked inside my pocket
Who watches the watch kissing my wrist
While putting my glasses on
I am morning
A cellphone a watch my glasses.

I am a watch
A short hand pointing on 3
Reclining my back on the long hand touching 12
Waiting for my cell phone’s ring, my mother
Watches me putting my glasses on
I am a watch my glasses a cellphone.

I am my glasses
Watching myself on the black glass, the mirror
My cellphone’s off
Ring. Ring. Ring.
But glasses don’t ring
They just watch, watching the watcher,
My mother’s ring are my glasses, while

I am morning.

I wanna say I lost,
lost them all in a white girls bag,
filled with peppermint gum wrappers
and made of Micheal Kors.

Let them go like candy
when it’s too old.

Gave no reason
but at least I tried.


They said I had too much pride, or maybe
it’s because it’s about being slutty,

I do like too many guys
and girls,
but maybe that’s why.

I’m not a mystery, nothing here to solve,
I’m nice,
I like myself
and you
but I like me
better than any of you all.

I think I got nasty,
maybe it was when I took a fall,
sticky with blood and word phrasings.

Drunk and disorderly,
but I promise, I took pictures of it all!

They might call me crazy but
I’ve already called them all.

I’ll always be late to breakfast
but never mistake me for being
flaky
like your breakfast biscuit,
topped with gravy-
fake tasting excuses,
its like you wrote the lyrics-
“drive me crazy.”