So much time and paper wasted

with tragic words of dark nights alone and hopeless

Perhaps because I thought that truth lied in despair

but in every dark place there is a pin hole in the wall

that shows the other side


In Endless summers

where I could live in between each day

with nothing existing

while adults that have been sundered down by the world sleep

as I was living more than they could ever imagine

Swimming in the my own perception,

and my own sweet and sour smell

I mean, I don’t need to shower anyways

I don’t plan on seeing any one, luckily(probably for them)


When am with my brothers

and curse every hollow persona

curse every hollow way

and if i’m lucky

I can see a liberation from maturity

for we are all children bound by our future selves

trying to be, something

not trying to be, Happy

And all I have to say to that is **** IT

Break every self percieving mirror

that keeps us looking at our own actions and question if we are doing the right thing?

Walk through a forest in winter,

to find adventure and love

**** at in elementary school yard

Because we couldn’t care less about what the girls say

And **** like the god ****** dog we all are

because there isn’t much joy in anything else.


For this is the only way you can escape

the adult that holds us down

and chokes the life out of us

and eventually makes us worn

and broken

and lost..

falling asleep at 8:30pm,

as 17 year old children are waking up to have fun again.