And sometimes
Reality
Isn't so bad...

Once there was a boy
Who became a cog when he entered the big machine
When he started to slow down and creak
They medicated him to keep him going
When he graduated with a Bachelor's he became a gear
And when he began to crack from the pressure
He considering protesting, but didn't because that's what it meant to be an adult
So when he finally snapped, people were surprised they hadn't seen the signs
And he spent three months in a white room
When he was released he sat on a stoop silently
No one knew whether he ever left it or slept or ate
Because no one noticed him
Except film students who would use him in time elapsing shots
So when he stepped in front of a bus one day
Only Jesus was there to stop him
And then he died anyway.

Sew your mouth shut.
Those who complain are weak.
Only the strong have known true suffering, and the strong are in military fatigues.
Study what you want…
You can pick from
what you love,
what you hate,
or what will get you money.
But the job market has the final call whether your education was worth anything.
Go to work
Go to sleep
Go to work
Go to sleep
You will never have time to do what you truly want
And the job will never give you what you need.
Only more money to line your mattress with.
And enough barriers
Called responsibility
to never think of those things you once wanted
Ever again.
Blunt the cruel axe of reality
With alcohol and cigarettes
And pixilated depictions of ***.
I try to be an optimist.
My father thought my depression was pessimism
Then it was mourning
And now its any problem I have
With women.
And the aid for the suicidal,
The Granite State has none.
A bugged phone call,
Endless therapy
And medication. Over and over again.
While hot tears are unable
To reach my cheeks
Because my contacts eat them up
For lack of knowing
What I need to fill this void.
And the banging you hear
That keeps you up at night
Is not a monster in the closet.
It is me
Hitting my head against concrete
Because the state said my imagination
Was not conducive to society.
Dying in America is an expensive prospect.
So when I’m falling apart in America
Are they stopping me from dying now,
So I can pay for it later?
With no way to escape
Maybe I will turn to the last solid institution in America
The banks. And sink myself into glorious debt
To get away.
If not,
I will complete my transformation into an adult in America,
And buy a gun. How we love them so.
Luckily though,
I only need one bullet
And my name is on it.

our flaws don't define us
they make us who we are
stretch marks, dimples
and all of your scars
each mark is a star
in your body's constellation
and though they tear us apart
we can't let them
no matter what
if we accept them or change
they will be used against us,
people will find a way
so we have to call them beautiful
look at them and smile
because they make us, us
they make us worthwhile

Couldn’t anything be worse than the world’s mindset?
Stop messing or imposing your thoughts onto me?
Oh my, just look at how I swoon to the sunset,
But hey, it’s no fun to be alone? That. See?

Mercy on my heart, Eres. Stop shooting at it.
Is that all you can do with that quite a big word?
You sure got an eye for different pairs to fit.
Maybe you can point your arrow to him with a cord?

Sometimes,disdain Fate for bringing to the wrong way
This unfortunate soul, falsely loved too shallow.
Ideally,when that moment comes, what to say?
Go for the **** and say yes, wait first, a no?

Tell me, how can this love ours be pure and true?
How far and long do you see me through thick and thin?
Must know, a woman takes things seriously through
More than physical we seek; it’s love, not a sin.

Demand yourself to balance your head and your heart,
Emancipate from the world, make God the center.
It’s better than the world’s offers; it’s the best part
No human thought can grasp for truth doesn’t canter.

Look at that Elphaba-Fiyero Fate steered,
T**hen God said, “I love you, she loves you, feel no farce.”
You may think twice, but what you’re looking for is here,
And God has the answer you seek, guided by stars.

Come, let us fly up the sky together,
Hither freely without hesitation;
To our endless fleeting apparition,
My, oh my, we go like a bird’s feather.

Side by side, hand in hand, souls will travel
And not a trap nor wall tall enough out;
Please, don’t stop this waltz just because you pout,
Never will I laugh of your feet like gravel.

Ever will this song of the wind end, so
Let our groove be love’s developing score.
Me, myself and I? Well, that is no more;
Go, let us be one as butterflies do.

Your sorry
    And I agree
  But not with another
     Apology