I sit here at the bottom
and yet no one knows
Who is to reach down?
Am I afraid
or ashamed?
I don't want your help
too proud
and hard headed
to save me from myself
focusing my energy
on what is inferior
instead on every single thing
that makes life superior
I can act
I can laugh
and in fact be that man
you only see that half
as I stand unabashed
Refusing to change
but I want to evolve
Let me do it my way
with my own resolve
as society steps backwards
towards Neanderthals
I wish to destroy this
I wish it to fall
I don't want compromise
to be the way this is solved.

not bad enough
to be not good enough

The keys to his future lay placidly in his hands.
A jagged gold one for youth
A round passive one for opportunity
And a petite silver one for intellect.
“Unlock the doors” they said.
“Your future is infinite”, they cried.
The sweat of his hands began to glisten
And mix with the nickel
That made up his future.
Too many doors
Too many people
Too many expectations.
So instead of using the keys to unchain his future
He used them to lock himself up.

what are you doing to me?
these marble figures
crashing at my feet
like chips of flint
begging to catch
fire, to catch a
breath of air
but my god,
my lungs
heaving,
I ask
you

what are you doing to me?
permeating stone and
teaching me what it
is to bend, when I
once stood my
ground and
said, you
cannot
move
me

and what are you doing to me?
your feet are padding around
in the dark tunnels of my
temporal lobe, hanging
lanterns where lights
went out in storms
of crazed chaos,
and don’t you
know that I
am often
a ghost,
( don’t
you? )

what are you doing to me?
I feel the sun’s light as
it shines into my rib
cage, and I find I
am drunk from
this warmth,
and I ask,

what are you
doing to
me?