You could be the sun or, the sky that holds the moon. You could be that late bloomer in June. You can grow old in a fountain of youth. You could outwit the world and steal it's fruit or, you could be influence.

Our minds have struck an absence of freedom. You can't find you, because your a shell of the idols you believe in. Ideas are blossoms of thoughts and they grasped your opinion to harvest a season. Vampieric, society ******* leeches. Impeachment is weak, when it doesn't take a genius to see how they handle a slain princess in the streets. The Media's in the pyramid scheme of things, owned by fear mongoring kings.  Who steal from the poor. Countries of religion they've  torn. Aboriginal decimated, made alcoholics and forced. To grow in an artificial environment. Black face worn. Disney scores off making virgins ******. Our hard money pours, into fighting Israeli wars. Maybe this world needs to be torched.

I awake ; decanted
I inhabit an orphan creature now
did my parents just die ?
or is this just some feeling
brought over from
my brother world of slumber
I sit up
scratch itches
and tend to my waking head

I can feel my lungs collapsing with every shallow breath
And I can't decide if it's the holes left behind from
cigarette smoke burns
Or the pieces of me that followed behind you

It's 10:05 and as much as I keep trying to warp the truth
the minutes tick on leaving me stranded in seconds of long lost times

Wishing from fruitless bones
Remembering could have beens that weren't
And chasing endings that never quite were within reach

And I know cigarette fills don't last
But I can ******* time running out
And my bones refuse to give away hints to weather it's a
countdown or liftoff
The essence never quite strong enough to disguise
the bitter after-taste your words left behind with me

It's 4:00 am and as smoke fills my lungs
I vaguely remember being told
the only souls awake at this time are
the lonely and the loved

Now it's been months since I was introduced to this hour but still
all I feel is nothing.

You told me pretty girls don't light their own cigarettes
but that never stopped my lungs from burning
every time you breathed my way

Leaving scars of razor sharp words never spoken
Pushed down to the hollow of my scorching throat
Thirsting for the oasis of the syllables
they were never quite within reach of quenching.

They say cigarettes curve your hunger.
And I guess they're almost right because
so far all this nasty habit has curved is
My appetite for you

Now it Hurts to realize that the attention
I mean cigarettes
You willingly offered were just cleverly disguised poison
Burning away my insecurities only to reintroduce them in misunderstood exhales of passion

All I have left to feel are my lungs gasping for every last breath
Lungs pulsing for every last breath
Lungs shrinking to accommodate every last breath
You took away from me

Coffee is the antidote
          to my morning
                                  anger issues...


Unfortunately today
                         I ran out..

So the world can
           be quite,
     till I pop to the shops...

i force myself to sleep
because i know she’ll be coming soon
i feel her arms around me
and her fingertips across my veins
before i’m able
to pull her close
i awake
and realize that my sleep
was only a vacation for her
to come and visit me

Tell me how
I only break
to be strong and still,
how I only
take from me
to give to others,
how I get disapprovals
on my own pain,
how I wake up as
early as 6 am,
yet can't get up
until the regrets of
time gone to waste
hit at 2 pm,
Tell me how
to stop.