What's that?
In the distance?
A life?
That's distant.
That's different.
That's dumb.
Existence.
Just finish this.
Where am I?
Why am I here?
Where all I know is to cry...
And also to fear.
Where all I see...
Is the end is near.
Over here,
Over there.
Overgrowth.
Taken unfair.
New.
A smoky rising.
To corrupt the lesser.
New.
A ideal rising.
To corrupt the blesser.
It's not a rue.
There is more than a few.
So call to the angels.
Call to the gods.
Call to whatever,
Even if it's not a facaude.
You see me staring off,
Something in the distance.
The fake ideal,
Of love and praise.
Falling out,
Through the haze.
My ideals and desires,
Floating down.
Paper scraps.
They make me frown.
So what do I see,
Just barely in the distance.
Me.

no one smiles
it's always a lie

I once tried to smile
wished my own demise
proceeded to not die
hah, a meaningless prize
lonely whispers I sighed
at night, the wistful rise
amongst the many, only one tries
to pry open my darkened eyes

stay shut, with diminishing strength I say,
as it is only time I hopelessly wile away
Unfortunately, just like these words that I lay,
my life
is just a haze

Goodnight, Mister Sun.
Goodnight, Long Day.
Gone, bye.
I wish that I could try that hard.
Good morning, Night.
Good morning, Midnight Cry.
I wish that I could salve my scars.

God day, Morning Haze.
Good day, Familiar
Fog Bank.
I wish that I could someday fight.
Good morning, Light.
Good morning, Daylight’s Shine.
I wish that I could try.

i am a blade tucked safely in Tupperware
my lonely teeth hidden under clammy pillow
feel these nightmares like they were yours
i could blush with you all night
when my mouth feels dry
it is not from the absence of presence
but from the rotundity cascade
that your hair ebbs as it collides with mine
i'd like to think this folly is something
i can put on the centerfold
a gift too pronounced with an utter
of my masked gravity inside all the
beer you pour into a proud papercup
days shrink into nothingness

Thick, warm, fuzzy air
Radiates against your skin, making you want to doze off
You sit on the front of a low red car that looks another era, leaning on the glossy hood.
I want to put your lips on mine
The world feels yellow, and orange.
It's as if clear smoke has filled the air
My eyes are dimmed through thick sunglasses, my body absorbing the warmth through jeans and a small black shirt
I'm in a lucid daze
Looking at you through a curtain of leather black hair, not bothered to move it from my face.
Your eyes the crisp refreshing blue in a world tinted amber
Like a fresh spray of water on my back
After hours of sunbathing
We sit there
We say nothing
We take in the sun
   We don't need anything else

Her soul grabbed the moon
As she tucked it inside her heart
She said from this day on
We will never part

That moon has been with her
Since birth
She doesn't remember
It holds no ones name

She called it faith
She said that moon
You refer too is not
The same one I use

Mine is of gravitational flights
High in The air
Of sleeping off daylight
Just to capture The night air

Of addicts pour and
Brokens sad state

I say The moon
Is ours
I just saved your soul

It's six am and the haze has settled in.
The teakettle dreams of fire,
and I wander the realms of unreality.
My clock dreams of going forward,
and I wish to turn it's gears back.
Alas,
Both their dreams are fulfilled.