the words are on the tip of my tongue
and yet they come out of my fingertips
thoughts spill and splash and bubble over my brain on a daily basis
and i ***** them out into a blubber that you can't grasp
or maybe you just don't want to understand
that i'm not your average joe
that i make more mistakes than one should admit
and that someday
i'm going to write all over these walls
and fill every space with words
of beauty and truth and downright nonsense
maybe then people will get it
writing is the only thing left in this world
it is the only thing that will keep us going
yet nobody wants to tell people things they dont want to hear
because that would just be outrageous
but we need to
the day we stop thinking on our own
is the day the world will end

A new haircut,
Receiving in activities
Like oral ***
What's the difference?
You only feel like a new person
For the first hour or so
Then
It's back to your regular old life
Feeding yourself
And perhaps the kind feline next door
You aren't sure who it belongs to
But it comes to you when you make that little clicking sound
With your tongue
And you sometimes wish you had all the time in the world
To waste
On silly things that are nowhere near productive
But they make you feel good
Like that new haircut