I can't look good.
I'm not wearing the right clothes,
They're just not for me even though I want it to be that way,
to be that way would be nice.

Waking in september,
I could use a splash of color today,
I could use an advancement today,
somebody special may notice today,
these new clothes I have on,
maybe notice me, too.

Trying to stop the threads from wrapping around my neck,
the spools laughing like fools,
Trying to keep my skin unseen,
Because that vulnerability is dangerous, so I now,
prepare for a ****** day.

Years pass by like strangers in Manhattan,
Head to toe, covered in fashion,
Hat for a head,
Shoes, socks for feet.
Belts, buttons, silks, leathers, gloves,
all wrapped in heavy jackets.
Sunglasses. My eyes are faulty,
They can't be seen. Must remain shaded.
No skin anywhere so, my wish is granted.

Big brand names all over my body,
but somehow nameless.

The seams start to wither,
Like nature does do,
Arms of sweaters fall to threads,
Fibers of cotton fill the area,
Moths become alert.
All the garments fade into oblivion but the interesting part -
No nakedness underneath the glamour, only nothingness.
A plume of fattened moths and dust scatter,
The clothes fell down and there was an empty space.

Wake up to a sunrise...
Or rain

Have a cup of coffee...
Or tea

Share breakfast with a loved one...
Or alone

Go about your day
In all it’s wonderful...
Or terrible ways

Live your life
Love
Hate
Cry
Laugh
Be

Congratulations!
Without a single written word
You have just created a wonderful poem...

Or become one.

Oh tooth
forsooth
you left me in my youth
of your betrayal there is proof

It's not so hard to find
It's there in the not-there kind
(It's not as if I really mind)
But your lack of existence is hard to miss

And so with a gap
A child-like toothless smile
I turn to you and haply yap
"You should have stayed a while"

Oh what fun we would have had
Eating and biting things
I didn't treat you all that bad
Until the accident that I had

And out you came
Almost gleefully
Escaping my gummy prison
Far too easily

And now I have this plastic fake
In the act of consumption
It is unable to partake
Out of my mouth it I must take.

It is not for aesthetic beauty alone
But to ensure my gap sticks around
And although I do like to moan
A better party trick I have not found

:P

Words, like music on a page
filling the silence with beauty
how we long for such words to be said
and meant
perhaps we've all gone loopy

It all falls away.
'Til naught is left but the inner core.
And this is where I am most fragile, most timid.
Stripped of my defences, I hesitate to speak.
Weak as I am, I will buckle at the smallest push,
so tread wary else the vibrations from your footsteps may cause me to fall
and shatter.

I stare through the binoculars that border my world,
my life,
my mind.
The steel rims,
walls which encase me,
limiting my sight,
my thoughts,
my knowledge.
I yearn to reach out,
to push them away,
but without them I fear I will no longer be able to see.
I feel blind already,
stumbling through my darkened doorway
to the conclusions my narrow mind rests upon.
Stumbling to the same perch,
although the route has changed,
although the facts are different.
The same limited view.
I wonder; when will I see other dazzling landscapes?
And, if I do, will I be brave enough to relinquish the safety of my curtailed vision
for the bigger picture,
a bright overview,
instead of my fuzzy focussed spot of knowledge.
Oh, binoculars, your safety is hindering.

"It's a universal urge to pair up." They say.

It's 3 words and
Suddenly files are executing
Auto-running and auto-installing.
When you've been alone,
It's like
Every rancid dream inside of you is
Awakened. Hyper aware & readied
Preprogrammed bugs start to run.
Users in remote locations
Triggered by tracking cookies
Wheel- in backdoor worms
And all I have to do is click

I/O corrupted
Cloudy decisions, decisions

Ads for free cars, free girlfriends
Glittering pop-ups.
"Hot guys in your area!"
But **** is for the lonely
Bait;
A smiling **** Madonna 
accompanied by
Beguiling hooks, fly-paper,
You-name-it

Can't tell if I'm in love or in lure.
But I have to go for it.
And that's the point.

"I love you"
[Click]