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Lucas Mar 2016
Death has played my ally
and loneliness my friend
depression my one constant
-- a torture with no end
perhaps it's just a phase
that I will one day mend
for now death is my one ally
and loneliness my friend

Death has played my ally
and loneliness my friend
once a trait I stood by
turns to no more than a bend
in a road that lead to nowhere
or so the screamers say
Yet it's the only trail that's fair
so I travel on my way

Death has played my ally
and loneliness my friend
yet it's all one big ailed-lie
that has ailed my life to rend
Lucas Feb 2016
Forced Laughs
Bad Breaks
And one terrible act
is all it takes

Next you know
thrown tomatoes
are the worst of your problems

And yet the show must go on!
It always "goes on"
each character
only moving to fulfill some primal need
hoping that the others don't notice
the trembling hands
the sunken eyes
and the unquenchable thirst

but your verse is coming up
same as all the others before it
so that it fits in
oh, how you must fit in
just another verse
in the midst of a chorus
Lucas Dec 2015
A girl down the street took herself from us yesterday
thinking the next world would be better than this one
And I thought to myself
We don't need any help
we can destroy US without anyone else lifting a finger

I think about
how the world would be different if she were here
maybe she would've saved the life of another
or saved the lives of many
all with a single poem on an obscure site

But the world's too cruel for that
containing us all in its vicious cycle
Even the best dealt hands mean nothing on such a planet
It's up to us -- we create light in the darkness with every beat of our dimly
                      lit hearts
Lucas Dec 2015
I'm not the guy with the cool hair and style
I'm not the guy with unmatched strength

I'm not the guy with Einstein's brain
nor the one that stole his voice from an angel

Sometimes life doesn't work that way

when I was younger, I always thought I'd be someone special
I'd find the cure for cancer, or bring peace to this broken world
I'd save someone's life as a hero, or bring evil to its knees
Maybe write the words to a NY Times Bestseller,
or make that giant leap for mankind

But Sometimes life doesn't work that way

The more this world impresses it's death-grip over my life,
the better I understand why it is the way it is
I'm not special, I've come to terms with that
I'll be the same as everyone around me
Completing no more than the guy in the next cubicle

But Sometimes life doesn't work that way

What if my normalcy, is why God's light shines so brightly
My blankness, becoming a reflection of His Kingdom
It's not about my fame and glory
but, like a star, creating beauty in unity
Talent has nothing to do with the kind of person you can be
Lucas Nov 2015
I wanted to leave a legacy
I wanted my name to be talked about
on street corners
between random strangers
in whispers of admiration

Instead of carpe diem
My life became a cycle
stack, sign, stamp, and pass
Each minute invested
to save for some moment ahead
when I could relax in the Southern-California sun

But that moment never came
I missed my chance
Just like that missed heartbeat
and then another
and another
I had saved and saved and saved
only to never see the fruit of my labor
only to have my wealth
be nothing more than piles of paper
stacked, signed, stamped and passed on

Oh! The deeds I’ve never done!
the woman I never married!
the places I’ve never gone!
Why did I waste such valuable time
to save for the day that never came!

So I say to you, young workaholic,
Never live a day through
without doing something
that will be remembered
Lucas Nov 2015
Stress is Noise


Silence
the sun finally creeps into my room long abandoned
spilling light on organized chaos
a bed, haphazardly made
a desk - blanketed in overused office supplies and crumpled ideas
cold coffee saturating the air with its once savory aroma
a room, the perfect picture of absolute tranquility
still the only time spent here is to prepare for the next moment

We work.
and that includes more than the hours clocked in at a man’s vocation;
the time traded away for money we spend on skin-deep tchotchkes
that only last until they collect dust or become it
the whirr of machines, pounding of hammers, and gossip from the break room across the hall
all adding to the cacophony already pummeling our ears

There’s the time we spend at home,
grinding out tomorrow’s report
or having a fleeting moment of rest corrupted when we catch up with old friends
or read a book we’ve been dying to finish
or beat that last level on the newest video game
or fret about the meeting you dread
like a sunburn from head to toe
the pain doesn’t go away by tanning yourself
we work to solve the symptoms, but only progress the disease
muffling the hopeful silence with white noise

There’s team you’ve committed to
where practices are every day making you run faster, jump higher, create chemistry, score goals, play in pressure, and force expectations you can’t possibly meet.
which could be relieving that pent up stress - or maybe just siphoning gas from the already
empty tank
winning games has become more important than the teamwork sports inspire
Cheering and encouragement only adding to the babbel surrounding us

And now there’s media
like a leech it ***** any time we have left
twitter, facebook, insta, snapchat, pinterest, tumblr, youtube, buzzfeed, CNN, BBC, MSN, F-o-x,  NFL, NBA, MLB, NHL, NCAA - *** we haven’t even talked about cell phones
We’re surrounded by sound that not even a black hole could drown out
And yet we still somehow wonder why stress and depression are through the roof

Where are the thinkers and dreamers?
The ones that don’t skirt sideways at oppression
Or flee at the face of failure
I’ll tell ya, they’re pleasantly passing papers
and monotonously beating deadlines
and staying in their lane
and building castles so large it takes days to walk every corridor
What happened to those,
who don’t worry about the size of their paycheck
or getting in the expensive neighborhoods where
every car costs enough to buy Washington
and our futures are more stable than ever
• Because in reality your future is an edge of a knife
that will sever through hard work
like the superficial paper success builds its skyscrapers out of

I wonder, what would happen if we turned all that yelling — all that white noise — into silence
…..
…..
…..
It’s weird, isn’t it



Can you for once hear the clock ticking?


When’s the last time the only sound you heard was your breathing
We’ve gotten so caught up in living that we’ve forgotten how to live
We’ve forgotten about the rest
that makes the next chord much more powerful

Nowadays rest in peace comes once in a lifetime
and the work we do means no more than that slip of paper you get at the end of the month
when did we stop learning for the sake of ourselves
and stop working to better the world
and stop playing sports solely for their enjoyment
and stop taking time just hear the beauty of silence
stop learning for grades
stop working for things
stop chasing the wind
stop and smell the roses
stop
This is a Spoken Word I wrote for my communications class... It's hard to express without speaking, but here's an attempt
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