Nolan Bucsis

Nolan Bucsis Sep 2017

The idioms of my persona fluctuate with time.
Some new intuition that speaks to your soul.
Which to me, is just,
An aesthetic.
An overall style.

It's always so late when I decide to wake up.
All you catch is my exit.

Nolan Bucsis Sep 2017

Down

I can only express myself.
In incomplete sentences.
Broken up for.
Effect.

And, it pains me to think.
I'm wasting my life.
Or, so I'm told.
But it only hurts,
Because I don't care.
And, I'm supposed to.

Nolan Bucsis Sep 2017

Untitled

I don't believe you when you talk to me.
Cause you do different things.
And, I find it hard to fake interest.
So, I just left.

And, I think about you sometimes.
Remembering.
You've never told the truth.
Just whatever would make you feel better.
You're probably sad.

Go rely on someone else.
I don't have the time.

Nolan Bucsis Sep 2017

Progress

Validate my existence.
By nursing my insecurities.
In your empathetic salvation.
Your divine concern.
A noble neuroses.
Fancy fallacy of form.
Your ideals.
Sacred sentiment.

Yet I'm but a stone.
Cold, distant, and alien.
Only moved.
With.
Force.

Nolan Bucsis Sep 2017

Motion keeps me moving.

Love me.
Or something.
I don't really care.
And I never really did.
I just faked it cause.
I was told to.
I felt responsible.
For existing.

And, now.
I'd rather run away.
Motion keeps me moving.

Nolan Bucsis Sep 2017

Was it goodbye.

The emotions I've had.
Must miss me.
As I cast them aside.
And relied.
On myself.
With no need.
For, you.

Nolan Bucsis Sep 2017

Pain is comfort.

If I could feel like you.
And trust the rest.
Then maybe.
I'd be normal.
But, that's never the case.
So, again.
I broke my hand.
And, the endorphines.
Made me feel better.
Than your concern.