crank the bass to beat away the day
my memory is infected
paranoid of a repercussion
waiting for minutes on end, but no one answers
feel the rhythm through each streetlight as
they sway left to right
I'm l o s t in the night
only a few things to keep you out
indulging in changing news
and stuffing my days with silence
incorporate my feelings in their lousy poems but I
could write them better.
thoughts infiltrate a peaceful brain
turn it up, drown it out
first step is finding time
then finding a place
then staying quiet
move in sudden bursts
no color, only black and white
hit the road but through tinted eyes
music moving me more than you ever could
stay away, I constantly pray
in your world, finding a new lover just
means a new problem so
I'll swim solo for now
cranking up the bass, calling out to the single walker
step aside before I fall

pull me in just to
pull it all away.

don't change me cause I'm not looking at you
everyday offers chances that change
but just because I won't take them
sitting back to enjoy the view
or maybe too lazy to try

I'll turn a cheek
offer no wave
drink no drink so I can still think.

I'll sit on your couch
so as you entertain
won't meet your eyes
it's many of their first tries

don't tie me with lies
I can't regard a handshake
or even a smile

I'll offer no wave
so long as you stay
right in your own place
don't come near my hand
must sit, can't stand

if pour me a drink,
of only you I'll think

know me before it's late
feet hit the ground, but I feel up high
have you done this before?
this story feels different than the others I have read about
it's simpler
slower
thoughts circling too fast to rationally progress
acting on ambition and curiosity
sort through my heart like a music case
let's pretend we are comfortable
even if enjoyment comes from discomfort
intricate conversations, and I will try hard to concentrate
to digest the moment
like a distant movie that I barely recall
you overrate life, build it up to be more exciting than reality
admiration never felt this harsh
knowingly entering
the night where
futures change because of your delicate voice
I won't ever stop thinking
of the arcade where the last quarter rolled
under the bar, but you took my hand and said
let's walk, let's forget, let's live.

does connection have a purpose
creating memories and special little jokes
digging deep into another person's brain
into their soul and heart
is there truly a point
when every connection comes with a catch
a stab in the back, perhaps
or indifference towards you in the end
what's the reason for a lover, a friend?