This will be so hard to write,
Haven't given time in a minute.
But I'm being brought into the light,
And it's about time I admit it.

I've realized my place in the crowd,
The blurry picture comes into focus.
I think my personality's too loud
That's why I'm prescribed in small doses.

Or maybe just the times have changed,
And I've been left in the past.
My friendships have now become outranged
Despite those claims that they'd last.

I shouldn't be the one to cry,
I applaud those who gain success.
But it comes at watching relationships die,
And myself being labeled excess.

So I'll sit and wait to see what comes,
And hope that I'll still remain.
Otherwise I'll sit and twiddle my thumbs,
Because with me there's nothing to gain.

"Congratulations on the award, I'm amazed you got this far.

Never thought I'd see the day where you became a star."

Oh really, you never did. What kind of friend are you.

You had no faith in me, yeah, we are kind of through.



So save your congrats, save it for someone who cares.

When I struggled, you just gave your sickening glares.

Your two-faced friendship was chalk full of lies.

So this will be the day that whatever we had truly dies.



Your hidden agenda was great, had me completely fooled.

I must have been the slave, for you completely ruled.

My life was dictated, trying to be in your mold.

But now that I made it, you begin to fold.



This now shows your true colors, gray and black.

I'm leaving your games now, no turning back.

So I'll reminisce for you, just to give you a thrill.

Soak it all in, try and get your fill.

In order to be greater,
I must become less,
Of this incoherent, non-adherent,
Hopeless little mess.

I'll find something to believe in,
Or someone I can trust.
Because peace of mind, to help unwind
From an existence that's unjust.

I'll throw my hat into the ring,
And put my feet upon the floor.
At the end of the day, despite what they say,
Someone will always keep score.

So here's to giving it my best,
And leaving nothing to regret.
It's all on the line, to give what is mine.
And hope it's all worth the bet.

I stare in the mirror and reflect,
Can't believe this face is my own.
Hypocracies align and intersect,
Muddling everything I've known.
I say I want to be a friend,
Someone who will truly care.
My words I claim until my end,
The badge I choose to wear.

Criticize the acts you do,
The venom drips from my tongue.
Every wrong of yours I knew,
Out in public they are hung.
And I'm not any better,
In fact I'm ******* worse.
Your flaws drive my petty letters,
These jagged lines I write in verse.

And I'm no little choir boy,
My mistakes I'll take to my grave.
But my flaws don't inspire your joy,
Maybe it's my soul I need to save.
But this is not to garner pity,
This is for me to say I'm wrong.
Our paths will cross in this jaded city,
And I want us to still get along.

No more judgment, no more scolding,
I'm moving on from being that guy.
My goal is to be always emboldening,
And let the pilot be the one to fly.
Your potential for greatness is evident,
It's the reason I haven't jumped ship.
But it's time to repay the time I spent,
Firing shots until I emptied my clip.

So this is my apology,
My intentions strayed from being true.
Our stars not aligned in astrology,
But I'll make it up to you.
Take from this what you may,
Do with it what you please.
I've run out of negativity to say,
I just want us to be at ease.

An artist,

Bleeding his heart into the canvas

Carefully planning his masterpiece

Dutifully paying attention to every detail.



Emotionally drained,

Forced to finish his work

Grueling over an uninviting crowd

Helpless to the impending backlash



Inspired, the artist continues

Just to prove his critics wrong

Knowing that his work will be amazing

Loving himself even more



Meticulously painting his beautiful image

Never letting stamina get to him

Opening his mind to a grand illusion

Presented to him by an transcendent figure



Questioning if what he saw was true

Reveling in the moment of it all

Slowly, the artist comes to a finish

Trapping the moment inside of his easel



Unveiling to the crowd was his final test

Vociferously, he explained his masterpiece

When all of a sudden, the artist begins to run

Xenophobia had stricken him



You now know why most artists are obscure.

Zealous fans always ruin everything.

Put on your pretty face, and show the world your smile.
All of this while holding back that feeling of denial.
Masking emotion is terrible, but necessary all the while.
Isolation of expression, placing it in the isle.

Remove the makeup and show them your scars.
Perfection is only obtained when shooting for the stars.
Come back to Earth, and I'll show you what is ours.
We can sing and dance and parade around the bars.

Live for the moment, don't be afraid of it all.
Take the leap and don't worry where you will fall.
Smile, wave, sing and dance, like it's the grand ball.
And show the world who you really are by trying to stand tall.

Enough of your games, you always win.
Enough of your pain, derived from sin.
Inside you are already dead to me.
Good thing I haven't started acting out.

Did I break the structure of what I said?
You ruined the foundation that holds up my head.
So I won't give you an ounce of remorse.
Instead you're just a marker along my course.

You wanted it all, I gave all I could.
You wanted my love, I said that I would.
But now you've tarnished all that I had.
So don't play dumb at the fact that I'm mad.

I'm starting over now, so I need to move on.
By this time tomorrow, you know I'll be gone.
On to the next one, who will say more the same.
Because everyone knows that love's just a game.

Doubt, fear, hollow remorse.
Afraid that nature has went off course.
Unable to locate the primary source.
Of where my feelings brood.

I blame the others for lack of concern.
My passion and dreams just crackle and burn.
Their intimacy and trust I'll never earn.
For I'm simply just some dude.

To appeal to none, to exist in space.
The deafening echo from the look on their face.
A puppet for amusement, if that's the case.
Then time for a change of attitude.

If I'm alone, it's honestly fine.
Because it's nobody's fault but mine.
Wondering why is crossing the line.
And I wouldn't want to be rude.

If I care too much, then so it be.
I'll learn to exist solely for me.
But until my tense can change to we.
My life is one big interlude.

Affluence drives the influence,
Brevity mistaken for clarity.
Conveniently concise in assured confluence,
Dependent on constant hilarity.

Engaged in a cult of personality,
Forced diction to subdue the masses.
Grotesquely shaped by a warped reality,
Hidden in plain sight of our fat *****.

Irony isn't noted, only subdued and ignored,
Jaded eyes with headlights all dimmed.
Knowledge is left for survivors to hoard,
Laying in the waste that's been already skimmed.

Might over right, the motto tonight,
No room for a shred of reason.
Oppose this with light, and fall out of sight
Privilege lost in the change of the season.

Question it all as it encloses you in,
Restrained by those who suppress the opposed.
Stricken by goals of absolvement of sins,
Temporary ends to a means they supposed.

Under our cloaks are a beacon of hope,
Values that lie in the morals we hold.
We believe unity is the method to cope,
Xenophobia leaves all involved cold.

Your turn to decide: time to run or hide?
Zealous feelings aside, all along for the ride!

It's darkest before dawn,
But I still hate the sunrise,
Cause it's another day to predicate
On empty, hollow lies.
A debt to anxiety, always ready to collect
Cause once I made the fatal mistake
Of sticking out my neck.

Isolate for safety, quarantine my mind,
Cause my conviction of contradiction
Is embedded in this grind.
Of self validation, through false obligation,
To keep myself alive.
Cause to write these words, it's quite absurd
That it's where happiness will derive.

The reflection in the mirror is the one I truly fear,
For it can't hold my secrets in,
But if my heart starts pouring out,
I won't know where to begin.
So disguise it in humor, cloak it in wit.
Dance to the fate maker's song.
Cause for the sake of all I love,
It's the only way to move along.

Invigorate the mind through the web that is your self conscious.
Twist and turn every thought into something that you see fit.
Whether it is positive or negative, force yourself into bliss.
And smile because you have no idea what to do with it.

Throw back the world with a blink of an eye.
Leave everything in the midst of the dust.
The dust is the remains when everything begins to die.
Leaving behind the fallen icons you used to trust

Wake up from your dream, insert the reality
Fall back into the day to day, 9 to 5 void you call life.
Fill the void, the blank canvas, the empty entity.
Solve your problems with a car, a dog, or even a wife.

So that was my poem, easy to see.
Just try once, to understand me.

You want to capture all the pain,
But you don’t know how to feel.
Your misery is the world’s gain,
A story too grim to be real.

The camera shutters, the pictures flash,
The image fits the frame.
Behind the lens your feelings clash
The model knows not the game.

You sketch your paranoia until the pen runs out of ink.
And if the canvas fills up then you’re stuck there left to think.
Is your portrait missing color, is the shading cast to show?
Does the pain that you keep hiding have too much space to grow?

The vibrations from the strings you pluck
Match the heartbeat that is low
It’s just a matter of time or luck,
They’ll finally hear the show.

The outlet doesn’t matter if results remain the same.
The audience will always think that it’s all just a game.
So dance and sing, click and sketch, do it all you must.
Because someone will always find it, that much your heart must trust.

Your name is like a memory,
But one I greatly wish forgotten.
Your presence does not better me
Instead leaves me alone and rotten.
Your song traps like a siren
Alluring all who hear its call.
As a slave, I hope you're hiring,
At your feet I'll always fall.

False hopes and dreams only remain,
Where the shell of a man once stood.
Your taste could drive any insane,
Convert a man from the greater good.
You don't know the crime that you commit,
Everytime you simply cast a smile.
It's a ****** of pride you'll never admit,
You just laugh and give your denial.

Your absence leaves me at a loss,
With nothing in it's place to fill.
I'll drink to forget just like a boss,
And hope none of my feelings spill.
But the liquor just doesn't fill the gap
Instead it leaves me hollow and alone.
Bringing out feelings from the gap,
The ones you put in the 'friend zone'.

They say you need to love yourself,
In order to find it from another.
But self-esteem is a false sign of wealth,
When they all treat you like a brother.
I'm just so ******* tired of wearing a face,
Biting my tongue as you give up your heart.
A man who can't handle such beauty or grace,
I guess that's why I've been cast in this part.

It's the gift and curse of the artist,
To peak so high and drop so low.
This work seems like not the hardest,
Emotional damage seldom shows.
Inspiration formed in heartbreak,
A mighty hurricane of change.
Emotions finally able to make,
But then scatter out of range.

It's how characters become reality,
The artist's vision begins to show.
Through the high and low duality,
Our hero meets his greatest foe.
If this tale is autobiographical,
Then I shall control the story.
But which ending is more appicable:
Greatest failure or greatest glory?

She writes symphony's when she speaks,
A voice that separates from the choir.
I'm shouting from the top of mountain peaks,
Balancing while crossing a tight rope wire.

Her voice carries like the word of a king,
Commanding those that choose to hear.
The bell of the ball, her voice will ring,
I'll come running until I am near.

Her charm is her strongest tool,
Like a guitar, finely tuned to proper key.
I dance to her song like a silly fool,
Only wishing that she sang about me.

The song is over, I begin to walk away,
Her performance was simply the best.
I really hope that she will stay,
For her encore is better than the rest.

The lines are drawn across the sand,
The soldiers are forming rank.
Arm the troops and strike the band,
On all sides the squad will flank.

The target is a haughty one,
On a tower at the peak of the hill.
A mirage the glimmers in the sun,
All driven simply for the thrill.

The fools rush in like always,
Shot down to set the pace.
Their failures fill up the displays,
Their solemn looks on a sunken face.

The battle plan to capture the flag,
Works best in a tandem pair.
One takes the lead, the other will sag,
The substance to back up the flair.

And as the war comes to a end,
Darkness changes into light.
The losers plug their wounds to mend,
For there's always Friday night...

My real emotion and feelings hide,
I struggle to keep it all inside.
Behind the words of discontent,
Behind the voice of dissonance.
Behind the scent of false allure,
Behind the scope of what's impure.
Behind the hopes that never last,
Behind the fears from my past.
Behind the smile of a million lies,
Behind the glance of sullen eyes.
Behind it all you may finally see,
The struggle that rages inside of me.

Time passes by, and still no word.
My friends simply ask me if I have heard.
They say you speak to them all the time.
So why did we have to stop on a dime?

I wasn't the one who broke your heart.
I'm not saying I'm innocent, I did play my part.
You were the one who wanted this to end.
I thought giving you space would help you mend.

Before all this, you said you would always care.
A shoulder to lean on, you'd always be there.
But now you're gone, and I can finally see.
That all of the fault truly falls on me.

We search for better means to end out pain,
But it's these drugs that keep us sane.
Numb to it all, we simply exist.
That escape from it all we just can't resist.
Scared of the world, we cower in fear.
Hoping that the end is truly near.
The truth of it all, we know to be just.
The feeling of emptiness, ready to bust.
But we bottle them up, mask them with lies.
To hope they can't see through our dark eyes.

Step right up, it's the main event!
Look at the fool that we have to present!
You'll feel like the victim, but you'll always consent!
Because you're fooled by lust, and you'll never relent.

Am I just the puppet being pulled by your string?
Do you speed up the tempo but force me to sing?
I suppose we are all clowns in your circus ring,
But it's for your validation that I so desperately cling.

Swollen eyes and hallowed cries
Gaze upon the city streets.
Crooked lies, no alibis,
For every fate we meet.

We turn away, little to say.
Waste not our dying breath
But it's the way we live today
For its all that we have left.

The total score of 1984,
We fall victim to the lie.
Strive not for more cause we adore,
All which will make us die.

So in a row, away we go
Ready to be sold.
And we'll never reap what we truly sow.
For our dreams perish with the old.

I’m sitting in a corner,
She stares at me, and I should warn her.
But she doesn’t need the guidance,
It’s not history, this is science.
And her name carries some fame,
She’s not receptive to the game,
She wears her feelings on her sleeves,
Away from her heart she believes.
Cause her strength is in her mind
It’s where her planets are aligned
In this galaxy of truth,
She blinks and stars become the proof
That there is something more to see
And something more we all could be
If we just follow right beside her
A cosmic planetary collider

So I take paper and pen
And ask if not now then truly when?
Because I’m waiting for the sign
When both our planets will align
And if that star is in the distance
I’ll keep on flying with persistence
Because I know that if I’m stronger
It won’t take very much longer.

Once again I've caught you,
Strung out on your lies.
Plead your case, you always do,
The truth bleeds through your eyes.

Run around behind my back,
Not knowing people talk.
This time I'll finally cut the slack,
And have you take a walk.

I've fallen for this every time,
Only because I hope I'm wrong.
But I'm the victim of every crime,
A different tune hides a familiar song.

You can't fix this or yourself,
So let this bleed out and fade.
And even in your failing health,
You know this is the world you made.

Your spirit is that of a flower child,
With dandelion dreams in your heart.
Your personality is your canvas,
Truly a work of art.

I want to help pollinate your dreams,
Flowing in the breeze of change.
You deserve the harvest of success,
That comes from anything in range.

Your voice is a song from the past,
Full of passion and harmonic bliss.
The only instrument needed is love,
A symphony will come from a kiss.

Nothing else I could say would suffice,
For you deserve everything and more.
I could dedicate the world to you,
But that would never even the score.

What are your demons that keep you awake?
The smile on your face that you grimly fake.
The howling call of 3 AM will beckon.
Claiming your sanity, despite what you reckon.

Do your demons lie in the reflection of the mirror?
The consumation of your trials and fear.
That no matter the reason, it's clear in your eyes.
That the mirror will only conjure your lies.

Perhaps your demons dwell inside of your head.
Emerging as thoughts as you lie in bed.
Despite your reassurance, it's easy to see.
Your ego can't accept what you turned out to be.

So lie to yourself, keep saying you're fine.
And keep walking your carefully scripted line.
But the demons know all, and will tear you apart.
Because yours reside in the center of your heart.

Where do dreams go when they die?
Do they leave our perception and ascend to the sky?
To fuel our rewards for living as pure?
But that would simply make death the cure.

Perhaps they fall with us down below?
Sinking to the depths of torment as we go.
Looped on repeat, you're faux greatest hits.
Forced to watch your soul crumble to bits.

For some, dreams are the goal of the greater good.
Others dream of evil they'd do if they could.
The polarity of dreams mold our world today.
When things we do turn to things we say.

Nightmares can haunt us,  why must dreams resist?
Feeling unwanted even though we insist.
The fate of the future lies in our dreams.
Will they be joyous cried or hallowed screams?

The oceans flow and bring with them hope.
The tide comes and washes our sins away.
A means of finding a way to cope.
I hope this waters are calm enough to stay.

A levee is built to hold back the flood.
But still some sediments seep through.
The pollutants build up like contaminants in blood.
Flowing toxins deep inside of you.

I look up for a moment and notice a cloud,
The sky and the ocean are one in the same.
Both with tremendous ability to burst aloud,
While suppressing it's power in a matter that's tame.

I look back down as I drift to sea,
And a smile comes across my face.
I realize that everything within me,
Is a possession of this enchanted place.

Take your beating heart and throw it on the floor.

That way it will not break anymore.

**** off all emotion that you can feel.

That way your conscious will begin to heal.



Sympathy to those who only lead you astray.

Will leave you with thoughts but nothing to say.

So therefore caring is nothing but pain.

This feeling of support will drive you insane.



Heartless and cold, that's the way to live.

Nothing to take, nothing to give.

So just be empty inside your heart.

And know that you play the part.

Have you ever felt lost, alone, and wanted to cry?
Unable to cope because your soul wants to die?
You try to escape from it all by simply getting high.
Instead of actually trying to contemplate why.

Unable to escape the demons of your past.
You continue to act in the role that they cast.
Inside you want to run, but they are much too fast.
So you force yourself to see how long you can last.

Your eyes lost their shine, the white fades to grey.
Your fears of it all have bound you to stay.
So shiver cold and alone in your bed where you lay.
And struggle to find the right words to say.

I've been told to show some pride
When my mistakes began to glow.
But my feelings were the first that died
When I swallowed them long ago.


My greatest friends are frozen on my wall.
Their smiles shine with a mocking sense of glee.
I hear their hallowed, empty call.
Their words rain down upon me.


You called me the light at the end of the tunnel.
When you meant that I'm better off dead.
The hope you gave began to funnel
As your words echo through my head.


So I simply sit and write these empty verses
Pretending that you care to hear.
But you gutted my feelings like your empty purses.
And left me with nothing but fear.

Brooding behind a veil of false happiness,
I smile and wave for the masses.
Never revealing my true madness,
The people laugh and sit on their *****.

I say "Excuse me miss, but your vanity is showing,"
She covers her chest and calls me a pig.
Her brightest color is now truly glowing,
The red of evil hidden in her blonde wig.

I've had enough of this anger and regret,
So I throw my sorrow to the sea.
Let it fall as the sun will set,
And watch it sink with all my misery.

I'll find structure among the destruction,
And settle where others dare not to go.
I'll find some truth within the corruption,
And find my true colors to show.

It's another night alone in my bed.
Thoughts of you trapped in my head.
And despite knowing the truth, evident with blinding proof,
My pride won't let me not be the fool.

And I know that you're better off with another,
And I know my presence can hauntingly hover,
But this is all I know, as my act will surely show,
Just how I revel in the acting a fool.

If this is the role I'm cast to be,
I'll wear my crown with unbridled glee.
Never relenting, always presenting,
Playing your games like a fool.

Your name would echo in the hallway
My friends experts in the game you play.
But I refused to listen, as your smile would glisten,
A boy predestined to be the fool.

Fast forward the clock and look at us now,
Your rise to the top left them all asking how,
But here I remain, fighting for a level plain.
Permanently cast as your silly little fool.

And as we grow old and grey,
I'll finally have the proper words to say,
I'll tell you it all, my reckoning will call,
My dying breath as the fool.

I continue to hold to this slimmer of hope,
For it's the only way that I can truly cope,
With how you really don't care, a hollow heart with pretty hair.
But in the end I'm always the fool.

For once I want to be the lover, instead of just the friend.
For once I want to be the one you love until the end.
For once I want to be the one who makes you laugh or cry.
For once I want to be the only sparkle in your eye.
For once I want to be the boy simply who makes you smile.
For once I want to be the one to make it all worthwhile.
For once I want to be the one you say I love you to.
For once I want to honestly believe you really do.
For once I want to be the one talking with you all night.
For once I want to be the one that you honestly just might.
For once I want to be the one you introduce to mom and dad.
And if yoy let me be the one, for once I will be glad.

Hey young man, wanna join a frat?

Cool wife beater and a backwards hat?

Come with us, be one of the "bros"

And help us pull some cute little hos.





All you gotta do is follow our rules

Play along and we'll provide the tools.

To be one of the coolest kids here.

Just take a shot and slam a beer.





******* come your way as soon as you join.

All over you like you got loads of coin.

Scoring ******* left and right.

Getting ***** every night.





Frat boy Brad must have forgot since he was drunk.

With this kind of attitude, you'll surely flunk.

But if you don't care about your future, stand up and say:

"I compromised my morals, but it's O.K.!"

Constantly in pursuit,
Evil at it's root,
Others follow suit,
Because E Pluribus Unum

Blinded by the signs,
Polluted in their minds,
Stacked up in their binds
To gloat for what they've done.

The chase for evermore,
Terrified of being poor,
Striving for the highest score,
Without having any fun.

Consumed by absolute greed,
Green is the color they bleed,
It's all they want, crave, and need.
In their death, it's the smoking gun...

You howl like a wolf, who barks at the moon
Crying cause the love you had faded way too soon.
You cry like the whale, who sings there all alone.
Hoping that someone miles away can hear your lonely tone.

You hear your favorite song, and it tears you clear apart.
The one you dedicated it to has slowly crushed your heart.
You try to sit in silence, but their voice creeps in your head.
You can only sulk in misery and remember what they said.

The memory burns to the end of your cigarette.
And the only thing left for you now is regret.
The last words you said were "And never come back"
But now you are stuck to replace what you lack.

This is the feeling of heartbreak, and it's oh so ******* real.
It's the bitterness that's hidden beneath love's wonderful appeal.
The only way to cope, is to find yourself something new.
The spot is always there, what fills it is up to you.

I've toed the line between sane and absurd,
I've held on to your every last word.
But the day has come, and you still aren't here.
And this was the sum of all my fears.

The thoughts I had would make a saint blush.
I honestly hoped this was more than a crush.
I went out on a limb, but under me it broke.
I became the punchline to your elaborate joke.

So here I sit, alone in my thoughts.
Trapped like prisoners isolated in their cots.
Watching the world crumble beneath me.
I gave it all but you refused to see.

Never have I ever wanted it to end,
But that was the message your absence would send.
So now I'm here, back to square one.
Left alone to bask in this hollow sun.

I'm just a name you will forget,
A memory that will fade,
A one night stand that you regret,
Something inorganically made

But I'm much more than that,
Something you will never see.
Behind the glasses and the hat,
Is someone I struggle to be.

Nervous, frayed, and shaken,
I struggle to find my own way.
But through the road I've taken,
I find the words to say.

A name remembered now,
I feel a part of something great.
All I simply say is wow,
And smile since it's not too late.

Loneliness, darkness, enclosing around you.
Suffocating your thoughts and mind, what do you do?
Illuminate your aura, ignite the passion you once held dear.
Release it all into action, react within, and hold no fear.

Feelings of pain are the hardest to let go.
Why is this? Because they are the most hurtful to know.
Tearing you bare, these feelings released are primal and raw.
And there is nothing to be done, for this is natural law.

After this, all of your heart and mind will be truly free.
Your inner self will finally open their eyes and see.
This inner sight will show and the colors will be bright.
And your radiance from all of this will truly be a sight.

People are fickle, people are strange.
Only pretend to care until you're out of range.
Use you to prop themselves up again.
Toss you aside completely after then.

They'll never say it, but it's inherently true.
They just never really cared about you.
Concealed among silence and a phony smile.
Pretending to be your friend all the while.

You change your mind like the color of your hair.
How easy it is to pretend that you care.
But have some decency and say it to my face.
And end this facade with some dying grace.

You pride yourself on being an Instagram ******.
To hide the fact that you're a scholastic flunkie.
Your body may be skinny, but your attitude is chunky.
But that doesn't matter, your boyfriend is hunky.
You're just another member of this generation.
Using social media to seek validation.
Unwilling to join the societal relegation.
You snap another selfie to provide esteem inflation.

Congratulations on finally being Instafamous!
Appealing to all, from beauty to heinous.
Leading the change to a society of nameless.
With actions to show that you are truly shameless.

As a child, Mom and Dad said it was "just a phase."
Growing up, you lived the life that was "all the rage"
But now that your face has taken center stage.
It's time to see how your true colors have aged...
Instagram should name a filter after you,
For all the nights that you went through,
Matching the right lighting and tone
For people to view on their telephone:
Your perfect hair,
Your perfect eyes,
That perfect smile,
Conceiling lies.
Your perfect body,
Your perfect chest,
Convince them all,
That you're the best.
2000 men,
And many more,
Still totally think,
You're an instawhore!

Congratulations on finally being Instaqueen,
The idol to girls under seventeen.
A product raisedon a Disney screen,
Maybe now you'll get what they truly mean...

Your name gave me hope, because it was something new.
But sadly I already can see what you're going to do.
You promise that you're different, but I could argue back.
That you stabbed me in the heart, and watched it rot to black.

You're just like all the others, so why should I even care?
Changing your appearance like the color of your hair.
I'm the loser at the bar with his eyes glued to the phone.
In a crowd full of people, I still remain alone.

Uninspired and undesired, I wallow in my fate.
Watching the rest of the world from just behind the gate.
I'm afraid of rejection, but afraid of acceptance more.
Intimacy terrifies me, down to the very core.

I want to be swept away by a hurricane,

Caught, tangled, broken in two.

Thrown out onto a fault line,

Splitting the world in half,

Descending into your madness and Hell.

I want to go to war alone,

Making as much noise as I can.

Running through a minefield,

Equipped with only a pistol,

And a shot reserved for you.

I want to burn out, alone and cold.

Caught in contradictory parallel miseries.

Being driven completely insane,

By the memories that remain, 

And everything else you forgot.

I want a lot of things,

But what I want the most,

Is for you to give me back,

Something you never planned to take,

My peace of mind.

Lashing out for anger as though you are possessed.

This is the result of the lies you had confessed.

Is it too late for your soul to be blessed?

The world may never know.



Crying out in pain as you watch your soul die.

Tears building up as you look to the sky.

The only thing you can do is just ask why.

But the answer you already know.



Try to bottle it up and force yourself to smile.

Be one among the many for just a little while.

But never once conform to their stupid style.

Because it's something that you know.



Eternity is a long time, but not long enough for you.

To understand the torture you put yourself through.

My only question is why must you do what you do.

This is all I want to know.



Bitter words I have spoken, as they ring through your head.

Would you prefer a silly lie? A love poem instead?

I refuse to repeat the hypocrisy that we are constantly fed.

This is the life we all know.

How come the only voices I hear at night are my own?
I cry out for solace, but no one dares pick up the phone.
So it's another night of laying awake, simply wondering why.
Why am I the lonely one? I thought I was a good guy.

No woman wants to take a chance on the one that's a little odd.
They simply want a dashing smile and a perfectly sculpted ***.
And even if that isn't true, I simply cannot see.
Why no girl ever wants to take a chance on me.

Maybe it's because I lack the confidence to give myself a chance.
But it's hard to find faith in yourself when no one will give a glance.
So instead I'll write my loneliness down, and drown it all away.
For a bottle of beer I'll never fear because it never has words to say.

A troubled heart and troubled mind are often one in the same.
But this loneliness and unwillingness must be the one to blame.
And I guess I'll end this poem with another bitter  word.
Cause I'm simply nothing more than the odd one in the herd.

A bird will never learn to fly,
If it refuses to leave the nest.
The bird that just won't touch the sky,
Can never soar above the rest.

And although the nest will keep it warm,
While safe under mother's wing.
The bird will deal with too much harm
If the bird can't truly sing.

So be the bird that takes the chance,
And flies towards the setting sun.
Because a bird that's caught in passing glance
Is better than a cage built for one.

We are the product of a failed generation,
Residue of our parents latchkey degradation.
They wonder why the youth are quick to die,
But can't look the truth directly in the eye.

They deny the fact, saying we turned out alright.
Downing another Xanax to avoid the urge to fight.
Complaining that drug use is destroying the kids.
Ignoring the irony with the bliss under their lids.

We're out of control, they're out of excuses.
Not willing to conform to what the propaganda produces.
An image we've produced, of danger and fear.
Not knowing what impending generation draws near.

But not lost on us, is the ability to care.
Believing everyone should have to play fair.
Finding common ground is what our age does best.
And that trait shall remain when our past dies with the rest.

My mind is an asylum,
Committed for insanity.
So I sit in my confined cell,
And watch the world’s vanity.
Consumer greed, ignorant leads
Follow along the woven path.
Something doesn't add up,
Maybe it was my math.
Materials are worth more than man.
Man only cares for power.
The woven path to oblivion
The end is the final hour.
So I sit inside my cell
Knowing I have nothing to gain.
And then I begin to laugh
And say “Maybe I’m the one who’s sane…”

I am not afraid of death.
Death is the final answer,
It may come from the ending of breath,
Or perhaps from succumbing to cancer.
Death is not what I fear,
For it brings with it great peace,
Despite what you commonly hear,
Death provides great release.

What I fear is the everyday routine,
Or life, as we like to say.
The constant struggle as a human being
Takes its toll every day.
I cringe the thought of falling behind,
And being left in the dust.
For life is the game without rewind,
And moving forward is a must.