Hold on to your pride.
Clutch it like a mask
On a diving, burning plane.
Only let go when you're alone,
Screaming as the altitude drops,
Cold reality seeping in around you.
Everything is falling, and you are mortal.
You will finish in the same place
As everyone else.
You will breathe your last breath
As everyone else.
You will have regrets and questions
As everyone else.
Get ready to come down here
With everyone else.

Life was hard
Growing up
No college fund
Bills unpaid
Gas and lights turned off
Frequently
Hard to do algebra
By candle light
Hard to read books
With shivering hands
Two parents
Worked a job a piece
When they were not arguing
They were silent
Misguided and caught
In the clutches of the
American Dream
Now with me
We dared to mention
The truth of reality

is against thee , or for thee. we are all individuals.



he said.



i present thee a truth,                         you see a lie.



look to history.



so i shall make a case, produce the evidence.



medical notes, broken glass. we cannot find

the gun.



christine.



sbm.

Time is such
an imp,
such a
prankster.

When something
fearful
is to come,
he skips
and races
just out of reach,
until,
in chasing him,
suddenly,
multiple weeks have passed
without realizing.

But if you're
highly anticipating
an event,
he ambles along
tripping you up
over and over,
and you wonder
how it could possibly still be the same day.

Does he find our frustration amusing?

You treat Her so badly
the women who would
create your perfect flesh
then out of the womb
you came
felt on a whimsy
you came
out like a shooting star
and thru Her
and yet you treat
Her so cruelly

No, stop don't do it
"why?"
You're gonna mess up
You're gonna fail
What makes you think you are good enough
what makes you think you are worth it?
"oh, I guess I don't know"
of course you don't know because what do you know
"why are you being like this, who are you?"
I'm just telling the truth
Im just being realistic here
all you do is mess up,
all you do is annoy,
and how do I know all of this?
because my dear I am you.

-My mind, my thoughts, every single day.

At least now i know how you really feel,
Maybe I can finally move on,
Although it hurts,  I have no choice,
but to accept that you are gone.

I forgive you for your silence,
and the way it made me feel like dirt,
It must be hard to talk about,
The things you know will make me hurt.

Ive let go of broken promises,
The little things you swore to me,
At the time, neither of us knew,
That this is how it was going to be.

I don't think you love me anymore,
Goodbyes are swirling away with the snow,
I heard youre with somebody new,
It kills me. But at least now i know.