He's the typical ******-bag who plays guitar.
She's the typical ******-bag who likes him because he plays guitar, and acts like a ******.
I'm the typical "nice guy" who is not jealous, but envious in a sense.

I acknowledge my lack of douchiness and continue reading my book, alone, content.

Just an echo atop the water
Vibrating
Gliding
Voices of the starry night sky
Calling
Through the distant hills
Saturated with life
Awakened in synchronicity
By the potent piercing energy
I'm alive
I'm the fire in the dark
All that's left here are the waves
Of what began long ago
Echoes in time
I can hear them
I yearn to fall
Catch me
Hold me
Jump into the flames
Don't think
You'll become the water

The silence feels nothing short of
deafening and paralyzing
but I am nothing but
a shell of my former self
waiting to leave for sleep with
heavy eye lids I long for this
release from the pain of
their faces staring down at
me, and I can't speak or
say goodbye, so I just watch
the candle flicker, hot wax
pouring over the sides and quickly
I realize that my time
has flown by and love has let
me die, has taken all my heart
away and nothing lasts forever,
not even a dreary day.
I let go with ease and feel
beautiful release as this is the
perfect end the perfect
beginning,
of infinity.

Turning red with lies and maddening eyes.
Of cold blue crystal glass hard as nails.
The sky breaks and crumbles into pieces,
Of undiscernible ridged puzzle fragments.
Opposites of analogous strength.
Forces collide as with all others.
Heavy saturated rain falls up,
Into the anomaly,
Freezing into daggers.
Fire accelerates down,
To meet its foe,
Into chaos.
Blistering shards of half-lives,
Collide into oblivion.
Leaving everything and nothing,
At peace.
All to be replaced by a new sky.
One without color.

Darkness grips,
It holds firm,
Hands of infinite strength.
Walls of entrapment,
Suffocating.
Hope is the only way,
Reaching.
Let go,
And unleash from within.
I win.

I awake every morning, uncertain.
Unsure.
Of what would be worse.
To break the heart of an angel,
Or to consume her beautiful light.
Born of another universe,
Her beauty unyielding.
Created from star dust and matter of the most potent kind.
Brighter then the sun,
When she smiles,
When she flies,
Her wings spread across the sky,
Only angels feel so gently,
Love so selflessly,
Care so extraordinarily.
I have trapped the angel,
In my grasp,
Unknowingly, she is consumed by my darkness,
Yet, loves me unconditionally,
And I her,
But I don't deserve an angel,
Especially her,
And if I let her go,
I shall break her pure loving heart,
But i'm sure she will fly again,

Though I will have thrown away an angel.
What am I to do.
Now that I've been touched by an angel,
And hold her heart in my hands.....

It's all fake.
A waste.
A taste of purpose,
But a gulp of knots .
Of rotting flesh,
A useless mess.
Artificial cool-aid,
Flavor unknown.
Endless make-up,
A show for the ages.
Nothing is real,
Filled with ******* pages,
Of explanation,
That doesn't mean a thing.

Let's make a purpose,
Show how strong we can be,
Let's just do it,
and keep on pretending.