I'm losing my mind one
misplaced thought at a time.
The negativity of endless possibilities
surround me like a crowd of zombies
foaming at the mouth with doubt...
as if I ran out.
A misguided soul, fresh outa high school,
too young to know about the real world
and all the people in it
who'd rather see you out than in it.
I must of missed the memo
back when my parents
were still trying to keep things simple.
That was me five years ago, full of hope,
wanting more outa life than a 5 x 5 cubicle.
Time flies when you're contemplating suicide behind fake smiles and white lies -
hollow hellos and forever goodbyes.
Days turn to faces you don't wanna meet,
so you try to run 'n' hide, but can never
get more than a mile before realizing
you're still trapped inside your own mind.
I think of you a lot and all the promises
we made when things got rough;
the **** we said to each other
when we were truly free from thought.
Raw heart beats and ice cream
going together like
peanut butter and jelly...
I used to love you... I used to love me.
It's funny how life can change
due to a simple exchange,
an insignificant display of atoms
rearranging their state
to escape the pain of decay;
not knowing tomorrow
might just be a better day.
I stumble over these letters
like they were I's
connected at the hip
which formed a ladder
and no matter how high I climb them,
all I ever seem to do is blabber.
I can't help feeling like i'm going about this the wrong way.
Am I the molecule out of place
or the simple exchange?

Nosy Knuckler, too tough
for the rugged, tugboat huffing
the mud puddle's summit.

Home-bound with that lighthouse
stumble; strapped to the grin
with a sailor's plummet.

He's white face like the page he evades; weighted down by the surplus day-to-day What's the race?

Buckle down inertia coupled
with Challenger assertion
ushers in a mind tripwire explosion
of tick-tack proportion.

I'm situated comfortably
in Anti Social County
It's a bit cloudy, but
what's the outside to a housefly
My girl, she stays at home couch bound;
a certified Netflix hound

She likes to confine her smile to
make up and daily suppliers
I've even seen her pull tricks to reinvent
the script of Pretty Little Liars
Good thing I'm addicted
to the way the juicy fruit drips

I got a dog
Yeah, I got a dog
I forgot it's name tho
So there ain't much dialog
It sits inside it's cage dreaming
of finer things like hydrants and sirens
-Luxury-

There is no grass only concrete
So what am I supposed to do
compare the blisters on both feet
I'd rather just smoke the green and
pretend like my effort wasn't on repeat

I've nitpicked these porcupine quills
til I was left with a fistful clenched
like the gravel beneath gravity's pull
And I threw myself together a smile that
matched the illegitimacy of a generation
drenched in green slime and no where
to go but drive thrus that won't end
It's a fantastic imagination meets
Whooly mammoth procrastination
If the worlds a stage then who the ****
pays who to play it and where do I
apply for the collective **** fame ****

She's a ballerina,
pirouetting 'round her finger.
He's a hyena,
hollering at the residential ecclesia.
Two magnets in a basket,
dragging their carcass
across the canvas.
It's madness.
It's balance.

It did it again
It grew from nothing
and left the same
No difference grasps the days
Yet it found their shades
Infinitely simple on its own
One would think it keeps its way
Who's to say
You nor I will ever know
A story told is a journey made
And within, a forgotten smile
Begins to fade

The declaration within my gut
remains grounded, constant.
Something slithers where others should fly.
I've died, decayed.. probably for a while.
I'm defiled but free.
A king commanding seeds.
A fool demanding pleasantries.
A forgotten thought forever unseen.
I'd smile but I'd rather not.

I've always felt like a lab rat trapped
inside a cage getting laughed at by
fat cats in pristine white lab coats
These feline felons are playing god with
my anthill mind; too bad I'm a termite
rewired with fine wire terminator style
There's a magnifying glass high
above slinging beams of shine at
the solar panel buried in my back
Rusty and corroded this little robot
took the impossible and imploded