And so we
run run run
run
to the internet
and then we
tap tap tap
tap
away to our heads
and when that
vast vast vast
vast
space doesn't hear us
then we do
sink sink sink
sink
become the unread.

Prepubescent voices

crawl back and forth

A squeaking, scratching chorus of topics

unbeknownst to the speaker

Meaningless sounds produced just to be heard

Drowned out by the unfortunately undeafening silence

of headphones plugged into nothing

Misdirected words, hidden insults, skewed meanings

Subtle bullying pretends to be older and wiser

when it is terrified of new things

Gay, ****, emo, ****, laughter

Because the body is hilarious

Crowded faces: authority is buried under the splotchy noise

Enter swear here _ _ _ _ _ _ _.

Because “******” is an address

And “You have no friends” is just kidding

“Go **** yourself” is love

Outward rudeness to the man who puts himself though it daily

An example for the even less learned

7-year-old cursing

Because “*******” means nothing to them

or anyone else.

Sit down because there are seats

Look in my eyes, taken back immediately

stupidity realized in a golden split second of mortification

Split second passes now with more phantom confidence

One by one skip, saunter, slither down three steps

Yellow noise recedes not fast enough

Obnoxious created by too much television

And its weird to be gay, and gay to be weird

Unacceptable open windows to normality

Jack my swag

Kindly,

Will you please shut the f* * * up.

And
I will sit in this chair and sort unneeded papers
that I can't seem to throw away
until I do
And
You flit around the kitchen making a dinner
that I will not eat because
my brain says
no he will not come back with happy thoughts on his mind
he never does
And
I will look though these meaningless sheets of history
and drop my chemistry in the waste paper basket
and my earth science from
8th grade was a good year
only 14
where hormones were only whimsical
and we laughed
at things that were silly
And
I didn't mind being caged
because I didn't know the outside world
growing up too fast
but not fast enough for the rest of
this town is smothering my beat
A not so old music binder that holds no music
just black and white spots
all potential disintegrated
And
a poem written in computer apps
while the others type,
a sad dad falls
down
a lass; a lad; fall in
love is something that throws me
because we hurt when we love
and it is against a wall
And
the floor
that I throw these unneeded sheets of scribblings
love notes written by a publishing company
and chemistry tests
down upon

Les jours passent si rapidement quand la vie est à l'arrêt
Un flou de gris et de bruns
Créer un fanées bouquet incomplète
Une fois qu'ils ont donné la beauté lys blancs et des violettes magnifiques
Puis il y avait une rose
Puis il n'y avait rien
Arpenter rythme rythme rythme
Fleurs sur le plancher de la chambre
Couleur dans la poussière, les pétales en gris
Fondu la décoloration à la décoloration à la cendre
Coincé dans les images
Se cacher dans les rêves
Nuits passent si lentement quand la vie est la fugue
Courir courir courir
Laissant mon bouquet fané.

Days pass so quickly when life is standing still
A blur of grays and browns
Creating a withered, incomplete bouquet
Once they gave beauty,  white lilies and magnificent violets
Then there was a rose
Then there was nothing
Pacing, pacing, pacing, pacing
Flowers on the bedroom floor
Color into dust, petals into gray
Fading, fading, fading  to ash
Lingering in  pictures
Hiding in dreams
Nights pass so slowly when life is running away
Running, running, running,
Leaving my withered bouquet.

I remember
When You were You.
Well, it goes to say that you are still you
But you are no longer You.
Unless you is in reality You
And You was actually you.
And I was blind.

Tranquility
Singing softly for me to hear
Blowing through the gentle breeze
Causing me to vanquish all thought and feeling
To forget
Then the memories arrive
Flowing in a great wave
Into me
Returning to their master
Past and present
Good and bad and worse
But none worth forgetting
None worth not fighting to remember
None worth giving up on
Abandoning in darkness
But at the same time
Not worth remembering
But I do not want to forget
I do not want to stop fighting
I do not want to run away and pretend
That I was not there
That nothing happened
That all was well
That no life was taken
From me
I will fight and
Stand up
I will face the truth
Remember all that I can
And not push those memories away
Out of my mind
Out of existence
No matter the temptation
The pain
I will live
And face what comes
When it does
When it does not
I will keep it with me when
It leaves
I will learn
Or maybe not
But never will I run
Never will I hide
Never will I dwell
I will reflect
I will collect them
And care for them
Protect them
As these memories
Return
To their
Master.