I love toys
I love books
I love machines
I love things
And when you
Stand near me
I really notice
How
Hollow I am.

It's not *******
In case you were wondering
No this is love
familial or otherwise
That is just too much
They care
They care a lot
And there is no where to run
too little love and affection
Can make people crazy
But this kind will
Make you wish
For a place to hide.

I once saw
Someone knocked
Through a wall
To be fair
The walls are
Pretty dam thin
But still
It was like
A roadrunner
Cartoon.

I take issue
With those
Who tell me
What to do
Which no one knows
Since I'm too polite
To mention it
I Just keep it
To myself
And one
Poetry site.

I'm on the outs
With our beloved sun
So I associate with
The moon
Spending my nights awake
And my days unconscious
Is my preference
I'd give the moon a hug
If I didn't hate
Things being in
My space
Hoo.

Don't trust your name
To the fumbling
Fingers of time
They  turn
saints into devils
And
Devils into saints
Also don't *******
The historians
They can be petty
Oh and never lose
The winners write
The history books.

An unearthly wail
Echoes across the town
It comes from a metal monster
Always spinning in its
Predetermined track
While small fleshy things
Climb all about it
And other angsty fleshy things
Draw all manner of things
On it
The poor accursed monster
If you got loose
Many would suffer.

Ooh you got them
Those eerie
Lurker eyes
Eyes we expect
To peep
With feet
We expect
To creep
No doubt
Corners and vans
Are where
You hide out
No doubt
Your thoughts
Are insidious
Maybe you
Should stay away
Ya creeper.

I fear
That I can't take
A photograph
With you
It's nothing personal
But you see
Cameras steal
A bit of your soul
Every snap
Of the lens
Removes a smidge
Of your immortal essence
And what with
My already meager
Amount of soul
I simply can't afford
To take a picture
With you.

Adventuring we shall go
To new lands
There shall be danger of course
And we may never return home
But if we do it right
Great rewards shall be ours
And if the gods are with us
Our ship won't get wrecked.

Why don't I drink
Why don't i take
Shot after shot
And flee from reality
Into sweet sweet oblivion
Oh right
That's not healthy
And no one in easy reach
Has any
They have drugs
Prescription And not
But I suppose I'm too dam
Law abiding for that
Ah well
I'll just write poetry
Instead.

If some day
I should have
Kids of my own
I'll tell him/her
/them
The same thing
My mother
Always told me
I won't inject
Your insulin.

I'm pretty much done
We both know
Where things are headed
You may as well
Push me off the hill
And watch me roll down it
Maybe I'll hit a rock
On the way
Then you can see
Me bleed
I'll try to pick some flowers
On the way as well
I'm sure it will be lovely.

If you're quiet
people tend to forget
that you're around
which is cool
if you like
to hear gossip
otherwise it's
kinda depressing
and often
annoying.

Waiting
Searching
Finding
Dieing

Except for some
Who skip a step
Or two.

Meat and bone
Much like men
But maybe
That's just to me
And my too
Dam literal eyes.

what do I want
to find under
my tree
is there something
to make me feel
a little less hollow
no well then
an Xbox one
would
be good.

A tiring walk
that gets
kinda awkward
super quickly
going down
memory lane
makes me long
for blackout
boulevard.

You could walk
For miles
Till your feet bleed
In fact
And find
You're still in
The same
Dam town

Especially if
You walk slowly
And have the wrong shoes
Proper footwear both
Metaphorically
And
Literally
Is very important.

Kinda overbearing
Always keeping you down
But it means well
It's there to keep you
From flying away
I know people who tried
To fight that force
They didn't win.

people are a lot like
snowflakes
many similarities
but never the same
and in the end
we are weaker
than gravity
so eventually
we all find ourselves
in the ground.

Do not do drugs
Take
Prescription
Pills.

I'm
Not overly
Attentive
Subtlety often
Eludes me
And details
Of important
Are often forgotten
Perhaps I should
Go slower
Or fetch
Some adderall.

We love to say
Never again
We promise
Ourselves
At the end of each
Hand crafted horror
That never again
Will we allow
This to happen
Too bad
We kinda ****
At keeping those
Promises.

Make love
Or a play
Or a sculpture
Or a strongly
Worded letter
Or an unhappy face
Or really anything
But another
Dam war.

What strange substance
Were you made from

Why skin and bone
Of course

Oh that'll do it
Such cheap materials
Never lasts long
Under pressure.

I can't read your mind
But based on what
I thought I knew
I thought we were enemies
I never would have guessed
You thought
Me a friend.

You
Being eaten
By cabbages
I know I know
Cabbages
They don't eat folk
You crazy person
But you see
That is the fun of it
If cabbages ate you alive
That would be a sign
That God condones
My hate for you
And it would make
For a great photo
To put on my wall
A beautiful mix
Of emerald and scarlet.

So I call her girl
She has many chores
To keep her world
In the right order
She isn't my favorite
Creature
Even though
She is one of the few
I truly know
I think one day
She'll disappear
To where she'll go
I couldn't say

A kind hearted man
With an organized life
A good intention
For all the people
Too bad
That superman
Is trapped in the mirror
And
I'm the one
Out here.

I hope there is
No hell
Because you see
I have a heart
Full of petty spite
And a brain cloted
By perceived slights
To me a hole
Full of fire for
All of my enemies
Brings a bad
Sort of smile
And I hope
That if God
Is real he doesn't
Think like me.

It's a funny word
Deserve
What do you
Deserve
What do i
Everything
Nothing
We get out
What we put
In that equals
Deserve
At least to some
Some are born
Deserving all
Or so a few claim
I could in theory
Decide I deserve
More than i have
But I don't have the will
Or the way
To make that matter.

Why do I do
The things that
I do
Because
Just because

Perhaps dear doc
That isn't the truth
Or maybe it is
I fear I can't
Honestly tell you.

once upon time
we burned women* alive
once upon a time
we enslaved one another
once upon a time
we would throw you
down a hole and pretend
you never were
once upon a time
the world was controlled
by a privileged few
once up wait
i'm sorry no
not once upon a time
still
we still do these things
we are just a bit
more surprised when
we hear about them.

Shiny friend
Please share
Your wisdom
Resting as you do
So far above
You must have
Some sagely words
For the likes of me
I'm sorry
I know of your vow
Never to speak
But is there another way
For you to teach.

Such a look
Such a a
Expression
I can't help
Being reminded
Of a
Hungry hyena.

I was always
a bit overeager
at answering questions
I just
wanted to make sure
everyone knew
I wasn't totally clueless.

My friend
I told you
the best place
to cut me
in the hope
that you never would.

I don't get
The kids of today
Or yesterday
Or tomorrow
Ok frankly
People in general
Weird me out.

I'd be a billionaire
I could mine Your heart
And bottle all the feels
No **** you say
People would ******
For a happy day
But there are a million
Different pills for that
But no I say it isn't that simple
Horror sadness revulsion
Their is a market for all
If perhaps a niche one
The fees shall be exorbitant
What's that you ask
What will be your fate
Why don't worry old chum
You might be a tad hollow
But you'll be duly compensated
Minus certain expenses.

To be jolly
Fa la la la
You know the rest
Of the cursed song
A very hyped season
Full of fake cheer
and sales
I should dislike
on principle
But you know what
I really don't
I like Christmas movies
And Christmas lights
So to all
I wish a decent winter.

I could stare
At you for hours
Such peculiarities
Swirl within your
See through carcass
I tap on your glass
To check it's effect
Nothing much
But that's okay
I'm still
Having fun.

I would nibble
on your skull
but
only a little.

be careful
when you write
you may reveal
more
than was
your intent
you can than delete
or erase it from the page
but not from the mind.

I'd like to find
a special land
where everything
is just
a little quieter
where the residents
aren't so chaotic
a place preferably
within walking distance
all I can think of
is a monastery
or asylum.

But
i'm totally
thinking it
it's kinda rude
so I will be wise
and not pick a fight
even though
it would be
hilarious.

that red juice
that flows through
your veins
may just flow
in others
your relatives
that makes them special
a certain bond
or so it's claimed
but I know
it doesn't have to.

They're people
Some are saints
Some are devils
Most are just
Somewhere in between.

Expectations are important
Too high and you'll be
Rather disappointed
Too low is just sad
Somewhere in the middle
Like many things in life
Is where your expectations
Should rest
Although what qualifies
As the middle isn't
Always the same
So
To each their own
I guess.