Who are you?
the one with the red eyes and devil face
rummaging through my storage
and picking up all that needs to be kept
what are you doing?
with all my baggage and up tight memories locked inside your box.
how is this happening?
the eviction of my opinions purely upon command.
Woman, stop talking to yourself.

Made by wins
Created by loses
Crafted by upsets
Molded by shoutouts
Supported by accoplishments,
Always shot down by a lack of originality.

Ovals, the one and only whom we offer objects worthy of obtaining as we aim to see the oracle in others.
Semi Circles, the sense of surprise and superiority in which we seem to seek in all that we wish to supersede.
Crescents, created by the cool and calm to causally cover the constant fear of camaraderie often kept from companions.
Faces, ****** by those who figure that fun is something not worth feeling.

Pay checks and movie stubs
amongst reciepts and wrappers
buried beneath fields of dust bunnies
and clouds of unused smoke
is that all there is?
Graded approvals and first take judgements
within statement making garments
dependant upon conditions and factors
and one can't forget limits
is that all there is?
Genuinely fake smiles and unpiercing sharp eyes
around the time of no boundaries
next to missed alarm clock rings
and ever so important transit missions
is that all there is?
Talk back and rumor mills
spin webs of classes missing caste systems
yet gaining entry into future endeavours
so clever these days of ours
is that all there is?
Awkward congregations and a sense of forced happiness
paired with seemingly healthy attractions
combine to create an enviroment in which only the parasites can dwell
is that all there is?

Locked up fingertips of ghosts past seem to knock on my door with all types of inquisitions,
pessimism,
is never something I adored,
furthermore,
what better place to place your plate then a palate in need of some swords?
Better yet,
bask in those regrets you've used to mold your destined route
and present a fool with a new tool to aid him in his doubt,
without, the heartbeat the brain is awfully useless,
multiple choice check list, you can take it or you can use it.

skipped the chapters in the book of love
you on page one
swang from the rafters with the morning dove
rise the evening sun
my letters were bolded
yours were second best to none
more italics and stressed sentences
you a peaceful minded friend
more than previous pronoun
promised to the end
you on stages of laughter
agreement to disagree
me, i went past the laughter
straight fits of arguing
apologies and sorries
lead me into these trees
promise not to skip the page without you next to me