If you have to ask if something is a poem

Then, yes

It is probably a poem.


And if not,
Then it is now.

That is a poem.
I make(̶m̶a̶d̶e̶) it so.
I think, therefore i am.

It is.

Why do old things never become shiny again?

Its a shame,

really.

And then everything that ever made sense crumbled and shattered. And i was left to let the water overcome me. It ran down, flowed with a constant that comforted. The moisture started breaking down that which i settled to engage myself with.

And here i am mourning something that was never quite mine in the first place.

Inspiration is that song you want to listen to in the very moment that youre too busy doing something else. Its the song that you'll listen to as soon as youre done. The one that youll surely remember later, it'll be fine.

Just stop. And listen to the ******* song. Or at least write that **** down.

Youre all going to end up kicking yourselves for forgetting.

Thesearentevenpoemsanymore

For all the empty promises, the crocodile tears, the anger, the emotions in general. For the tears, and the hurt, and the longing. For the good times along with the bad times. For the adventures and the laughter and the prancing and the frolicking.

For the beaches and the overlooks and the rollercoasters and and the drugs and the beer and the shenanigans. For the casinos and the hotel rooms, for the crazy people and the jokes we made about them. For all of it.

I love you

A friend,
                                        a night.

Some food,
                                        a smoke.

Invitation --
                                        a couple drinks.

A couple more,
                                       making friends.

Pass the phone
                                       a couple times.

One mistake
                                       a promise & a crash.