There are so many beautiful people out there
but that doesnt make you any less.
Think about the stars,love
There are so many in the sky
each of them with a special form
but dont you want to cherished them all?

It's here,
Across her gaze.
Under the flora,
The grey grim murk on the perch.
The swallow song no longer heard
Over rap-racket from the stereo,
Hardening ear lobes.

It's here,
In the shallow pits of the room,
Where one wallows in part-pity
And shameful surrender
To the mic’s mild embrace.

It's here,
Hiding in the hollow,
Glaring wistfully into nothingness,
Gliding in undulating vistas
Across light and dark
In the dark and light of head-space.

I hold the rim of the coffee cup,
Clasping tightly until it drops
On her clammy clad,
The iris eyes me dangerously.

My final resignation.

Now I am here.

My dreams are slowly turning into nightmares again.
When will the misery end?
Sometimes it doesn't seem so bad.
But then I remember all the things that I lack.
If only I could write beautiful words.
But I'm a mistake in this existence haven't you heard?
I just want to pick myself up, but I'm not that strong.
It seems everything I do and say is wrong.
How did things end up like this?
I just want to leave, I can't keep living like this.
If negativity is all I'll ever feel,
How am I ever supposed to heal?
God my existence sickens me.
But I'm stuck living like this, or so it seems.
Stuck drifting through this world, always a loner.
And it seems many faces are growing colder.
So I'll keep trying not to fall apart.
Hoping this world won't further break my heart.

Truth is the most powerful thing
Truth has the power
To free and to enslave
To build and to break.
Truth makes all men equal
By making them all slaves
By taking away the falsehoods
That create worlds far away,
Separate from dismal reality

People
Rush around
Other people
Who rush around
Other people
To create a swirl
Of activity

It seems
As if

Nothing stands still

And I
Worry
That
I am not doing enough

Climb the branches of the forbidden tree
Take its fruit and eat.
Its poison is knowledge
Its flavor is freedom.
In knowledge there is liberation
But also enslavement.
In knowledge, we cannot hide
Cannot be free.
The knowledge of good and evil
Binds us to itself in chains of guilt and shame.