I was running along the highway today
Downhill, I felt
Fast
And
Swift

I saw something
In my peripheral
That looked
Smashed into the ground
It was
White,
Familiar looking,
Like
Someone's
Pet

A
Fluffy,
Friendly
Dog
Rotting in the
Ground. Its head was
missing
It had already decomposed
It was part of the Earth, and
Its
Body
Was
Next

Poor dog,
I bet someone loved it
A lot

I bet they're smiling
I bet he's smiling

I don't know any other languages
Besides  the  one  of
                                        my
                                                    heart

I  hope  that  is
             enough.

Just like the past we wither away
All caught up in a world of grey
We don’t know why we’re here but we keep going on
...
Something around us is happening
The sand is counting itself
Hourglasses are frozen under the illusion of time
Poetry isn’t taught but we think it has to rhyme
All it boils down to is the conception of lines
On paper, creating shapes from thoughts
Abstract ideas, perceptions being altered;
In front of the altar
Everything we say can be turned into something else
If it's not happening to you it's happening to somebody else
Words on paper to stay true to ourself
Can burst into flames if you over think
Concise, precise, simple, plain
If you don’t go by these guidelines, expect to be put to shame
We aren’t all different but we aren’t all the same
To expect nothing is the hardest game

I can't read contemporary poetry anymore
I always see the words
"love" and "fire"
strewn together somehow
and it seems like everyone is always connecting
the two
or dissecting
what it means

And I can't read this contemporary poetry
because it reminds me of you;
fire
always will,
for you were burned without a cause
and your life forever changed
and I hope you know
you changed mine

And even though I don't have the scars to prove it,
you
burned
me
too

all these people
sitting around me
talking about what they had for lunch

and i could care less
and i don't listen
and they don't look at me for my input
because they know
i'm not engaged

and where i really long to be
is in bed
quiet
and comfy
listening to no ones
dumb
stupid
thoughts
but my own

I
still
have sand
in my gum
from when I
went to the beach
with you

the sand,
grinding against my teeth
feels a little like
what you
did
to me

One day
I woke up
and my
whole
life
changed