Now,
You see,
Society has changed us.
Salesmen are now the worshipped,
And the pastors the wronged.
Who knows what will happen next,
Maybe we’ll be speaking dog.

If the stars burning the brightest die out the fastest  
I think I’ll live forever on the edge, right at the precipice
Where the sense of success is too sharp to be sweet.
Moving my feet in place with no imagined progress
Picturing eternity here, with you and I entwined.

Forever at the brink of ******, still and staring in the street
While lives like asymptotes and moves like glaciers meet.
Denying myself the satisfaction, the decadence
Of falling. Falling and flying, crying to know I’m alive,
Realizing exactly how much there is to do before the end.  

Like stagnant waters running deep and hot
Slow down with me and feel this bright tension
Feel that intense stillness right before you get caught.
I’m melting your moves to molasses,
Become a statuesque beauty with me wrapped around you

Like ruins of old cities and the ragged edge of a canyon
We’ll be perfect and timeless in our immobile state
Never changing, perpetually frozen and preserved,
Never reaching the point where any motion brings the end.
We can stay at the top and never fall down if we don’t even breathe.

Look at him and go out on a limb,
Or am I suppose to use a three by five?
Slop on the mascara,
Know the difference between "por" and "para".
Go to this school, so they can feel secure;
Be clean, be pure.
Starve- you can't be fat.
Fail because you didn't follow format.
"I don't care how well you draw,
Just go to Harvard and study law."
They'll lay out your life step-by-step,
And yes, you will be every teachers' pet.
I don't care what you do;
Be cut-throat, be cruel,
Anything to be:
This cookie cutter you made for me.

And angels taste like morphine,
Like the salt formed on your lips.
The peak brings pleasure,
I know I shouldn't miss.

But days go by,
And sober thoughts turn to suicide,
I just cut another line,
To make my depression hide.

Higher than before,
Kissed her lips and wanted more.
I fell farther than I thought,
Into a hole I'll never leave.

But another *****,
And that rush it brings,
Takes away the pain,
Of you and all your things.

Isn't it perfect, how what people say,
Can simply just ruin your whole entire day?

Words hurt just as much as bruises,
It's a hopeless fight, everyone loses.

"Funny" jabs will never not hurt,
So look around and be alert.

Don't break down, don't cry,
There are other ways to get by.

Ignore the negative things you're told,
Let those things turn into a beautiful mold,
Of Yourself.

I can't live inside the lines I edited to make this flow just right
And he isn't just a character born inside of a poem I was asked to write
He didn't have flowers in his hair or crystals in his eyes
Actually, he had crooked teeth and a convincing smile laced in lies;
I remember his presence unfolding a shadow of warmth all over me
But then he left me with these reoccurring dreams of drowning myself out at sea
I once talked to a boy who said that words are weak because they are not a substitute for feeling
And smearing black-ink-pain all over a white page is not a form of healing
So this is a blunt description of what he did
Honestly, I was just a kid
But even then I knew that he hung that rope far too quick
And from that day forward my mind was sick
Somehow this is still so hard to confess
But he saved me from being substance-less

My mind travels to the darkest depths within itself when I've got the time
Time I've got now it has me
Stuck in the grasp of that which cannot be reused
I've become it's personal charger
A slave of time caught somewhere with my toes in its sand
In awe, time has its way with all of us
Nothing to be done, so much to be seen
The end of time never sounded so lovely