I don't like sharing.
Or letting you into my space.
I have a hard time with being kind.
Judgements come naturally.
Strangers can be punchlines.
Your feelings may bother me.
I want you to like me.
But I may not like you.
My first impression of you,
Sticks even when I'm wrong.
I don't like how I am.
I've said I would change.

I haven't.
But I wish I would.

Can we talk about the word trigger
Because people are dumb
Teenagers say they are triggered when
They don’t want to write a paper
They miss a goal in soccer
They drop their phone
That is called being annoyed or disappointed
That is not triggered

A trigger is an emotional allergy
Some that triggers distress or panic
A trigger is loud noises cause a panic attack

Make way for the bees.
There's too much to say.
Love once and forever.
Bleed out the day.

More happy than sense.
The future divide.
Between a man and his friends.
For him and his bride.

Low cost, low manage.
And family safe.
Party and make merry.
For our new home today.

Couples of fame.
Lovers of vice.
Homes that were broken, parents that fight.

But no bad ending and no fallout.
No lovers spat, no bad flake out.
It could be true love or it could not be.
But I've been left here for an eternity.

And so, she pervades and steals my friends.
And my disgust to her attends.
Blame me, or their crossed stars above.
But I blame the forgetful feeling known as love.

I can't do anything
I'm just sitting in a room from 9-3
Writing random poetry at this point

I can't do anything
But it's because I hurt my knee
It's pretty boring actually

I can't even sleep
Because I'm not even tired
But once I'm home, I'm exhausted

I can't even sleep
Because even if I was tired
These people are being too loud

I can't sing a song
Because I'm embarrased
And afraid others might judge me

I can't sing a song
But I can hum it
But that's not the same

Are you bothered by "It?!"
Are you pushing it away?
When you hit rock bottom
The only way back is up.

Make friends with "It."
Move  closer to "It."
Expand your awareness around "It."
Totally embrace "It."

If you drop the story line about "It."
"It" will become a Love story.
A story about Unconditional Kindness & Love.

All of you below
Are little tiny ant-people
Bumbling through these funny streets
Hidden beneath my shadow.

With their cut cuticles of hair
And those knotted clumps of muscle
Around the pebble streets they roam
To destinations unknown

All around are towers of steel
All air conditioned and ventricled
Made of stone and office drone
They are the buzzing hives of employables

On the street the blood cells meet
On embolic artery of Battery
On varicose Vein of Sansome
The exoskeleton of this city
Curbed with Grey
and auburn streaks

Far away
Beyond the bay
In the neck of a wood's decay
The tiny ants feast on bark
As cars fly past on an interstate.

I'm tired of fighting for your affection
an attention that never comes
I look forward in anticipation
only to be met with disappointment
that you don't take romantic leads

Please leave me the **** alone.
You're really annoying
and I don't like you.
I don't care
about your stupid accomplishments
Please stop
complaining to me.
It's every day,
I have to listen to you in Biology
you're two years older than me
I'm not your therapist.
Please stop
you're literally no help at all
I don't care
how much you got done over the weekend
or how many horses you trained
or what you're wearing to prom.
Please stop.
I don't like you.

Everyone needs me to be fine
So I am fine
Everyone has to be perfect
So I pretend to be perfect
Everyone says to smile
So I mask my face with a smile
Everyone says to love
So I act like I know how to love
Everyone says to be pretty
So I try to be pretty
Everyone says to do everything
So I fake having a life
Everyone says to be yourself
But in a world of everyone says
I can’t.