i see the flyer at starbucks

"are you caucasian?
without mental health
and drug problems?"

wow
i don’t know the answer to any of these questions
is a jew a caucasian?
is the occasional naked, ****-slamming drunken rampage
a drug problem?
as for mental health
i’m a deadbeat poet and unpopular pop musician
i’ve got a job fighting death and boredom
and i just changed my facebook password to "eat ****"
my frustrations have driven weaker souls to homicide
but are these PROBLEMS?

it's the last 10 minutes
of my last year
in high school
my heart feels like it's about to explode
I am not the same
the starry-eyed hopeless romantic
14 year old
that explored these halls for the first time
the smell of coffee and perfume
became my home
the teachers and students
my family
I will always wear the color purple with pride
I feel as if I'm on the last page
of a book I really liked
sad, that the memories passed
oh so fast
but excited
to start a new book
with new characters
new settings
and a whole new plot

Drink me like tea.
Take me hot.
Just so you can feel my warm embrace.
Keep me between your fingers and never let me go.
Calm down!.
Take deep breaths and feel my strength.
I'm here to keep you happy.

Under inlaid sky
by emptiness
and
paved floor
with coldness

Carrying
bright colors
of pain

I meet you
while
you are sitting
at the edge
of the abyss
swaying your legs
as if it is
the paradise

We stared
at each other

this is an invitation
to expected end
or
may be
unexpected salvation

Stared at the silence
rejoicing the loss
and
singing the pain

This pathway
opened by blood
sweat
and human cell debris

We paid
our debts of emotions
and walked
Like a smile
waiting
to be planted
in the ground
of the freedom

1 second
before
the apocalypse