The emptiness of everything
The power to transcend
The brightness of the stars
The  quickness of the end

Connecting the pieces of chaos
Directing the patterns of space
Creating something that isn't there
Our powerful human race

With size beyond conception
With darkness beyond compare
With sights that roil reflection
With planets full of air

Coldness one can’t picture
Heat beyond relation
Micro barren wastes
Sights beyond description


Before the great black holes
Before the stars were there
Before the rising of it all
Before we were aware

Timeless in its existence
Endless in its expanse
Thoughtless in its nature
Ruthless in its stance

Actors on the tiny stage
Invisible in size
They fill the place with rage and hate
And create a world of lies

With power that means nothing
The theater of our race
How minuscule our lives do seem
When they’re compared to space

Sleeping has cost me
Dreams about Birds
Exotic and Pretty
Colorful and dead

Brain, why?

The first night
I spoke to the abandoned
left behind by ****** owners
because they live more full lives
than humans could ever dream
Big and Fluffy
Beautiful creatures

The second night
I lived among them
In an apiary of my own
their light, hearty songs
Ringing in my ears
Then I woke to that
outside my window

The third night
I felt stressed
My small bird
grey with colorful wings
kept flying away
I wanted it in it's cage
I wanted to play with it, too
He kept losing his feathers, balding
And finally, he died in my hands
Limp

The fourth night
I don't sleep well
The fifth night
I sleep worse
I don't retain
those nights' dreams

Brain, why?

I smoked, turned music on, and wrote this stupid ****.

Last night you said you loved me
And your eyes had the same expression of a homeless dog
But we know that pronouncing every letter of "I love you"
What you really meant was "love me, love me"
Words caused by the need of a warm body by your side at bed
And by the possible passion inside your chest - or your *****.

What I forgot to tell you is that my chest - or my ***** -
Has the same need of a warm body on my bed.
Maybe I - in all the human fragments inside me -
Have the need of having somebody.
Somebody, someone, some you.
What I forgot to mention is that
Perhaps that someone is you.

Although I hate how wrong this ridiculous sense of common we have for everything is,
Sometimes I just wish we were these two ignorant people
That think the world is wrong but we can't change it
And work hard just to buy a bigger TV

Sometimes I just wish we could live a mediocre life together
And never mind to all the things that happens around
Since our favorite show is reprising saturday night

I wish we could fight every day to decide who's going to supermarket
And what color should be our new car
And fight over and over again about if we should buy a dog or not
And stay up late playing scrabble with our boring married friends

Sometimes I just wish we were these two empty consumerist people
That complain about everything and fight everyday about nothing
But are so so happy
*Together.