People always say you're overcrowded,
Piled up high, because there's no room
to spread your arms out wide.
Though I walk your streets and always find shade,
because people are my comfort.

A couple elbow bumps and maybe a "*******"

or two

doesn't ruin my day.


There are things here,
Ideas
Events
Passion
Things you can't find in the solitude of home.

That's why I'd choose to breath in this
damp, claustrophobic air.
If I lose myself in my head,
I'd never live outside of my body.
This place,
You,
Gives me that option.

I don’t remember getting old.
When did the days get so cold,
And all the things I used to care for not matter anymore.

I used to not be afraid,
Of putting everything I had
Into any little thing
And never look back

The days you left behind you weigh you down
And the candle you left lit starts to gets low.
You’ve burned through all your shoes over the past two years
From carrying all that weight.

I’ll never be the man you want me to be,
But I am the man my father taught me to be.
I take aim with my courtesies and hide all my worries,
Deep down in my veins with my endless insecurities

Every piece of me’s been built up from the ground with supports in all directions.
But I’ve taken them all away,
Ever since that day you left that day.
But I don’t think I needed them as much as I think you needed mine.

So I’ll take my life and build it up from the inside.
But if you knew the burdens I carry,
You’d know why I’m timid, broken and careful.

I’ve given up a lot of things for love.
A few I have rid on purpose.

But there are things that I never realized I gave up until I no longer wanted them.
In a life where the only things you have are the things you’ve found and taken,
When do you decide they aren’t worth your time anymore.

I want to hold on to the beautiful memories I have given myself over the years.
But the world changes, we all know that. Sun sets and the past grows longer.

Now I am fully immersed in a world I’ve wanted since a wee one.
The nights under the lights; the days under the scope.
I spill my passion on paper and hope others read into it to see the dirt that clogs my veins.

However, now that is expected of me. To show up and bare my chest, show my skeletons to the world while others reap the benefits of riding on this heart.

I never thought I’d be here, but now my life is going in a direction where I may never have the chance to pour my heart out in this lens again.

It’s silly how unimportant the world seems when you are watching your heart change priorities.

I don’t ask for much
But I ask for respect.

I ask for that moment when you don’t have to double check with me,
You trust that I’d remember and that I’d honor your wishes.

In a myriad of anger issues that cause blind rage and slow wit,
The thing that triggers it all is that one sentence when you presume to tell me what to do and how to act because you don’t believe I would act accordingly in the views of your perfect world.

Be cautious, because a lack of respect might tear down walls that haven’t even been built yet.

If the sky was falling, would you ever be able to take your eyes off of it for a second to remember why the world was beautiful in the first place?

Or would you just watch as it engulfed everything that ever mattered and wonder why it would do that to you?

Every morning I wake up,
I hope to find Nirvana at the bottom of my coffee cup.
The only problem is when I see the white floor
peeking through the sea of brown,
I realized I forgot to pay my student loans.

I need punk rock.
More than a Juliet.
A Juliet will tease you, get under your skin and cause you to crawl.
A Juliet will want to understand what you are.
A Juliet will ask where you are and want to know if you’re alright.
A Juliet will cause you to stumble and think about it all night.
She may pretend not to notice, she may think it’s cute.
But she still notices.

I need punk rock.
Punk rock will let you wear it on your skin and the world will see its mark on you.
Punk rock will never change because it is the wrinkles in your brain,
The stones that don’t turn sour, and the chords in your veins
Punk rock will scream out when you are feeling the most you.
Punk rock doesn’t care about you and it’s best that way.
Punk rock will live on and it will be the same now and yesterday.
I need punk rock,
More than a Juliet.