"I've decided to turn this around"
Said the captain to the crew
"I realize now, that what I sought was
Immolation. It's been a week, now, and
we've been sailing ever further into oblivion."

"No one's said otherwise; however, I knew
the thoughts, 'We shall all die; these clouds are
getting darker by the moment.' I understand;
and I'm sorry. From this moment forward, there
will be a focus on the bluer hue of the sky,
The sunlight as it shines off of the wetted feathers
of the birds that have only recently taken flight."

"I'm making this an order: we shall turn back now.
There was no treasure where we set to sail, no hidden
secrets. The only thing that awaited us was death
and its keeper."

She held that note tighter than she'd held him;
it was all she had left.

tweet my injustice
Let's all us combustus
and fritter away french fries
from the local till us nuts

Freakin' Friday
Meek and Nigh may
take away the saltines from the
mouths of youths
and put a large bass in my
kissing booth

I am Xavier
I am Charles
I once supposited a pack of
Marlboro's
Shamus mc ****, Batman
the 'copter's on down furrows

My love for you
Fades
Slightly
With each passing day

Rewrite: The way in which I love you
Changes
Greatly
With each passing day
And I can feel it moving from
Bed sheets
To "besties"
And I'm not sure
how I feel about that.

Rewrite: I'm completely
sure how I feel about that
I'm just not sure what it means.

Angry skies and gnarled trees
Fish fly by in the wind
Spitting out water
Unbreathing

Pavement's grand fissures
Bushes with briars
Five feet long
Tearing at the flesh of passersby

Grass of razors
Chairs of torture
Tables of barbed wire
Disneyland

They say miming of one's work is the best flattery
Those scientists better check their hypotenuses

Poem getting grizzly
***** better have my honey

Slim regrets and
Fatal forget-me-nots
I like to write what
Sounds thought provoking
However, much like
the wizard of Oz,
My secret is my lack of power
Behind the veil you find
A man
No different from any other
In fact, my life is no tragedy:
I still have a father and mother.

So what am I, really?
A sham, a fake, a crock?
Fact is I am a man
Who can find a word
That rhymes with sock.

Frothing forked tongues
Hit the stratosphere

Bear rugs on dirt floors
Draw me near

Flesh on flesh
Trial by fire
All it seems to be
Earthly desire

The man on the moon
Had no idea the penalty
Penalty of failings
And days of new

I take what I want
I leave you broken
Friendship lost
You say no

Lead me to other worlds

What can be said
With this teeming mess of tangles
Interwoven histories of
Taking chances

Why is it that
I feel nothing
I love You
Is but a saying
Between fakers.

Trying to bleed out every last word that's sitting behind the brain barrier.
I'm afraid I'll lose composure if I get rid of all that juice.
Steroid in my can
I'm juiced.

I heard a good tang/space reference.
Let's pretend that I'm good with wit.

You could be a comic
You're a funny guy.
I sense turbulence
You caught me off guard.

You're not wrong
You caught me off guard.

Let's break up
You're not wrong
You caught me off guard.

I want you
Let's break up
You're not wrong
You caught me off guard.
---
I have somebody else count it.
Throw a brick, and miss.
I meant to do that.
I meant to do that.

Drown out self importance
Drown in self impotence
Drown in self importance
Drown in self

Not that it matters, but I'm not really impotent
Impatient, maybe, but not impotent
Erectile dysfunction
I only relate with the latter of the two words.

I'm done. I think that's it.
Bled out

My fingers
Worn
My wrists
Tired

I can feel the energy leaving my arms
As if there's nothing left to write.
It can't be true; however,
that there's nothing left to write

There's got to be something
Mermaids
Unicorns
Rainbows
Flowers
Life
Death
******
Ab­use

That got dark fast.

I could write something,
I think I have the energy
But what to write about?

I paced back and forth
Kitchen to living
Room
Bowl in hand, I seat myself.
Discomfort.
Discomfort leads to frustration,
Frustration gives way to irritation
Irritation is stopped by standing again.
“It’s just breakfast,” I say to myself.
I can eat anyway I want, **** it.

But as I try to plop on the leather couch once again,
Some of the ever-precious cereal milk flows forth
From the lip of the bowl
To my pajama’d pants.

I’m going to stand and eat.
Thanks, breakfast.

I thought I'd write something about breakups
But then I gave up

And that made me happier.

BBB, fool, you know me.
Taking time to leave my stuff
I’ll talk you up with a bit of fluff

It’s funny, I never knew you existed
In the end it’s me who’s ******
Watch me whine to the football coach
I’ve never liked long runs.
Let’s run the field, I think I’ll be ok with one time.

Let’s move to some place sunny!
I here it’s ******’ nice there.
Let’s move to some place sunny!
I here it’s ******’ nice there.
Let’s move to some place sunny!
I’ll bet you’ll get your fix there.

Leave the cave, it won’t welcome you back
Nevermind no one liked you anyway.
Lies of Tricky-**** Nickson
I’m always proud of you, son.

I’m sorry I missed your call,
Nevermind your message.
I’m sorry I missed your call,
I promise to change the way I am

Let’s get dinner,
I’ll pretend you’re with me tonight
Face great for the camera
Only the greatest for the girl that I’m sexing tonight

Strip down girl, and tell me how you really feel.
Nevermind no one liked you anyway.
You can be mine for the night.

Wet, dripping
Hot, sweaty
Meatpacking shop
Cutting up cows
Cold ***** in your local safeway
I have no *******

I dare not die, no,
    I simply cannot write anything

Baby,
I'm drunk of of emotion and
peculiar situations
John Mayer's additions may not be helping
but
There's something in me that craves you

Don't get me wrong,
I love physicality,
But that's not what I'm getting at
And I'd be satisfied if it were never
Part of the equation
(though I'd miss it terribly)
I miss you
Like the plants in the shade miss the sun
Like the dry dirt misses the rain

You give me a sense of wholeness
And I wouldn't be where I am right now without you

So whether we spend the rest of our lives
(and our nights) together
Or we go our separate ways
Know that I love you
I always will
And you will always have a piece of me
And I am, and forever will be, more than ok with that.

Sit down,
Enjoying Jazz in a far away land of California

Smoke in hand
Let's talk scandal
Suit & Tie **** every **** day

I bet you money we could forget tonight
A dollar per shot, we could bet
I'll drink you under the table
Stick a fork in you, I'm done

Love you till I make it pop
You back, your legs, your neck

Grow a pair of Nine Inch Nails
Let's be men, **** it

This music ***** up my thought runs
******* all over paper creates weird art
I need some literary fiber or something

I tried to write a million things yesterday
But instead I almost committed ****** to the nth degree
Tunnel Vision
With a bright light at the end

Spiritual distance in a great cold miss-stance
Dance around poetry like it was flame
I'm trying to make it rain
Native American

Have you ever performed elephant oral?
You'll get it in the trunk

If mental sprawlings were explosions
I would be very dead

I do the best with what I have
But I wonder if that’s enough
A call to sin greater than I can handle
I punish myself with misery

My own self-loathing,
The devil and I discuss
God desires so badly to speak to me
But I’m in the middle of a conversation!

Like a parent to a child
I talk down to God
Like the mouths of babes
Are not worth listening to

I know better
I do
I swear
I made four lines starting with “I” right there

I said St. Francis’s prayer without any help
My brain is better than I thought
God grant me grace and serenity
Fly me away from the Reavers

You, you son of a Think
Everything I You did for you.
You piece of Can
What the Censor did you think would happen?
Are you Me surprised?
You shouldn’t be,
You *******.

I came and then I came to
And all those things I said about you
About me
Maybe that's why I'm here
He thought, while the darkness around him swallowed him both physically and spiritually.

Tonight didn't end quite like I thought they would
Endings taking the form of sea men being shanghaied into the nearest boat
No alcohol this time
Just pure ambition, or the lack thereof

Writing is the only thing keeping me up
That and spiritual distress brought on by the royal we, man
[insert pop-culture reference]

Unsure if you'll read something that was truly meant or me
{
And the hypocrisy that I find when lambasting someone for using the Internet as their diary, when I do the same, but cleverly disguise it as poetry
}
This is block text with no form.
There is no rhyme scheme nor is there timing.

One, Two,
**** in the shoe
Makes walking
Hellishly uncomfortable

Three, Four,
You'll find me a bore
If you spend enough time
With me, unfathomable

Five, Six,
You make me sick
And I know that we
Won't be the same

Seven, Eight
Tell it to me straight
Because, frankly
I've already lost you

Nine, Ten
Said again
Missing you
Is the last thing
on my mind

Let's do a line
Maybe two
Maybe three
Let's share lines
For you and for me

Dr. Seuss is dead
You say,
Holding on to he

He who's rhyming
He who spake
Hold on
Hold on
Your breath
He will take

Staring at a blank page
Why won’t my brain fit into you?
Poetry’s my new ****
I hope the cleanup’s easy

Jazzy enterprises
It’s time for some improv.
Do I look like a **** to you?
I say to my stepmom

If I wanted my comeback
I’d get it off your mom’s chin.
I love it now,
That faded, stupid grin.

Go **** your high horse,
I bet it’ll reach you.
Horses have big *****
Like the people who win web arguments

Congrats to you,
Oh ye fake SOB
Shakespeare, rather queer
Bites his thumb at thee

I can’t say I enjoy this
Painting on paper
Words being the brush
To which I’m engaged by

I’m doing this for you
You better know
I find no joy in this
Like war on veteran’s day.

I read something yesterday
Call it a confession
And all I could think was,
"I hope this isn't you."

I hope that love is true
And I hope that we can work

I hope we haven't gotten this far
For you to feel the way the confession felt
To say that you only said you loved me
Because I treated you decent
And that now, you're in too deep.

I hope this is all real.
And I like to think that I know it is

But day by day, I miss you more
and I grow more unsure
Because I can't be reminded by your touch
your kiss
your affection
or your words

I'm drowning in an hourglass
As time slowly crushes me

Oh if I were only to write like the the dripping wax
Falling forth from the candle aloft
Then maybe you'd give a ****.

I mixed liquid nitrogen
With my *** juices
Now I'm cool as ****

Interested in interesting intellectuals
Bringing bacon back, bread-bringing *******
Alliterating alliterative allocutions allowing abusive acronyms

For goodness and badness
And for some ugliness
Here’s the facts and I’ll lay them down right:
I’m a ******* sorcerer
And I don’t finish lists

Irony in the ironical first-person
I left someone behind when they told me to
And now I’m better off,
Know this poem’s for you.
Every time I see your face, I really hope you’re doing well
But deep in my mind I know that nothing’s changed
And you’re still the same, as I’m trying to change
To be a better person than I was when we met
But it’s something that you never noticed, yet
Something inside of me says we’re polar
Opposites and what really happened
Was for the best, for both of us
So I still keep in touch with
Friends around you
And I hope secretly
That you fall in
Unending mercy
And that I’m wrong.

Sometimes I stare at the inevitability of life
As if it were a seed in my hand

I know that I’m not quite what you desired
I’m here, and I’m tired

A seed in your hand
Inevitably

I could write you a world
A world that we’d never leave
But a jailer, I’d be
Keeping you in words and not allowing you life
I know, to an extent, what you say
Is not what you mean

I saved myself
Took the blame for the entirety
Curb-stomped remedies by witchdoctors
Satanic dealings in secret
Satan steals away in darkness

This wasn’t to scare you
I want to remind you
As we sit on the curbside
A seed in the hand
Of a King
What we have the ability to create
Is beyond the imaginings I could write
Beyond the world I could bring about

We are not as lost as we think
Collective thoughts scream otherwise
As cars still fail to touch the skies
We are not as lost as we think
We are not as lost as we think

A werewolf in London
and a deadite in my basement
Ghosts in my TV
as Predators hit the Pavement

Engineers face the stars
On distant planets far
As Aliens bleed green
Leaving armor charred

The king of Lizards
sets foot in San Diego
With a Chupacabra
dwelling in Mexíco

Zombie Redneck Torture families
Say goodbye to the cashpot
Merman flopping forward, determined
A man's face really hits the spot

I have a hotpocket for lunch
And an appetite for destruction
Let's turn on the TV
And use it for one function

Sometimes,
     It's what you don't say
     That can **** me

I await a slip of paper
Foretelling of my death
I await a slip of paper,
For I've not received it yet.

I've staved my curiosity,
Like a tiger in a cage
However, eventually
Tigers want to eat,
To hunt,
To be satiated
And so does my curiosity.

Though morbid,
Though vague,
I wish to know my end
By fire,
By age,
By disease
or by vehicle?

Vague enough to open questions,
Concrete enough to give me something
I want to know
How I'll die.

The reaper with his crystal ball
Stares
With no eyes
From the faded machine
A hand reaching from the coin
Slot
Reaching to shake mine
"Congratulations, you've paid
the piper, child."
The reaper says,
But only in my day dreams

I want to know my death,
Wow, this takes forever,
I've paid the toll,
I've done what's necessary!
Why is there no paper in my hand!

Wait, I hear printing!
My heart, is sprinting in my chest!
Oh dear heaven above!
I get to know my death, God!
You can't hide it from me forever!

The slip of paper finishes through the machine
Printed, it spits out at me.
I take it, gingerly, excited all the while
To know my death, oh death machine,
Will make me smile.
I stare at it, giving great diligence
To find that I'll die by...

Patience

Questions brought by vague answers
Patience will be my demise
Do I wait?
Or is that what kills me?
Surely if it were,
"Im" would fall before the word on the slip...
What if patience leads to something?
Questions...
    Questions...
        Questions...

"Patience is a virtue"
My mother used to say
I wonder if she'd say the same
Seeing as it will be my demise
Three long weeks since I got that slip
I wonder how long I'll have
To wait...

S.O.S.
Willing to give and receive
oral ***
to and from the opposite gender

I nearly shouted in an airport
I nearly came on your face: short

there was nothing there
There was nothing there

Crazy people with their crazy hairs
Lazy husbands with their Lay-Z chairs

I nearly ******* myself up.
I ******* myself up.
I ******* myself.
****.

Lustful irrealities succumbing to brain thoughts
in the part of mine own crime scene

Is it really that bad?
Is it really that bad?
Am I really that bad?
****.

Hello my Demons,
It's been a while,
Or so I believed.

                             Here's the truth:
                             You've been here all along,
                             Just a different guise.  

I really wish you'd leave;
I'm pretty tired of you,
And I'm tired of the me
That exists when you are
Around.
                            
                                I'm really hoping this
                                Is the final time I reference you,
                               Because I've got better places
                               To be than
                               In your clutches.

And just like that,
         He's back to square one
                Feeling a lowly sort of depressed
         He thought was over
Oh so long ago

His favorite part?
It feels like he's done everything.
Every.
*******.
thing.
And nothing seems to be doing jack

The silence is interwoven, locking out
All that he needs so sincerely.

There's just anger brewing in the black ***
And the kettle's there too... somewhere

He sat listless
As tv static called in distance

Move your hands
Not your legs
Exercise nothing
Your brain should be empty

As inky black tendrils consume all that he is,
was, hopes to ever be,
he attempts not
to provide a decent fight,
or a fight at all.

He remains listless
Feeling the pain of every single movement
In the lingering darkness of his surroundings