what do you expect?
In all the things I do
in such as collage of a person's dream initiation
what kind of things leave you in sweet appreciation?

who do I call, my mom?
my brother, my father, sister and that dude on the street corner
in fact a completion of four blank corners
achieves nothing but to a getaway box of concealment  

wait, that's not what I meant
to say,
to do,
what I ought to be,
*******, society
what are you thinking of me?

Why is it that your thoughts justify
that a ballroom of hot gaseous stars
rooted in a seventeen year old dream
is nothing but hallucinations of a childhood...

you make me want to scream

what makes you think any better
to take, a list of vocabulary as mode of expression
people smirk at the reflection in transition
yet in a world gone of such things
you try to mumble, stumble, tumble
on your own tongue
as nothing retreats
and substitute it with useless prepositions  

blank stares on blank fat faces
greasy slicked tongues attached to an ugly wrought of body
stop stuffing your face with social media
our lives are capable of much more authenticity
stripes red, white, and what, green?
I'll make it whatever I want it to be

you say I am wasted away
that thought, that havoc, that pleasant furnace
well thanks a lot
to you, my thoughts are burnt out
like a light bulb in a dark room of four blank corners

channeling riot thoughts onto paper to screen
composed in depths of my dead weight backpack
crumpled under the weight of text books
explaining how we should live better
and how I am suppose to be  

well it's my mission to live outside of conformity
and as words fly in class, in halls
first only to myself, then vulnerable to the audience of you...
wait, virtually the entire world?

understand these words are as raw as lemon
fueled by thoughts, cynical, you can reckon
and **** as my teenage mind, naive
just like the shadows of you and me

understand these are reflections
we are starry magicians in the game of complexity
constantly fluctuating upon gravel grounds
it stems from existence we label into nouns  
we string words together
and if nobody else ever reads this
who cares?
your name is the last thing we'll
care to pronounce