I am alive and I am terrified.
Why does the future have to be
this question mark, this puddle of murkiness
wagging its finger to beg you to come
Darkness lurches above me in
halos circling brightly, making no sense
I can see you, Future
I can see everything I want to see
but the waters won’t clear, the question mark
won’t turn into an exclamation point,
and you make me travel down the path
into the unknown.
pain is too many exclamation points -
some kind of overcompensation for the sober realization that we need to be happy,
pain is burnt toast, but not in the good way;
like the way that it sits on your tongue
Makes your mouth taste like metal,
makes your words feel like crumbs
waiting to be swept away
today, I laughed too much, so by 3 o' clock I had no smiles left in me
They have gone like I have gone to sleep
waiting for some alarm to sing
to ring with something like hope
something to cut the rope, the knots
my stomach ties when I don't notice
Pain is knowing that you know this
and knowing is half the battle.
But knowing is...half the battle
The rest of the war is dealing with more
exclamation points than you wanted
more mornings without alarms
of only crumbs.
another spoken poem i've been meaning to post somewhere, haven't recorded it but it's an idea that's been in my head a long time.
Sleep depravation leads to many fun things,
And sea dragons,
And low self esteem,
Being happy leads to several exciting things!
Like exclamation marks!
And a sexually transmitted disease!
Anger leads to lots of frustrating things.
And bullets handed out for free.
So with all these great feelings, creating such magic!
How in the world could life be so tragic.
— The End —