This is but an apology letter,
nor a letter at that
perhaps just a few words,
a note
my dearest friend
even without a title
or even if we are no longer
in each others lives
i will always love you
with such the heavy heart I have
This time,
we'd be sharing cigarettes in
your car, laughing of silly things
and though we have parted
I will miss you
and Im sorry for the harsh
things I've caused
all the troubles
Happy,
Happy Birthday to you
Sweet girl,
forever will I miss you
Spend your days well.

**** everything and everyone
The school told me I couldn't start a lumberjack society because it wasn't
"Educational"
So **** them
This Thursday I'm doing it
I'm bring in pancakes and we are wearing flannel and there's nothing they can do to stop us
I just wanted this one thing,
Just one ******* thing
And if it's a stupid club
Where we wear flannel and eat pancakes
Then who are you to ******* stop me
To take this away from me
You can't
When someone needs something, they will do what ever they have to,
I need something,
And now it's this club
So just try and ******* stop me

Word
Word
Word
Word, Word Word
Trying to get out
Word
To be completely free
Word
  is
Word
  is
Plentiful shared
Word will share
Make you still
listen, learned
Word
Word
is bond
ing
construct
ive
ly
Word is free
but not complete
ly
Word is thanking
praising
worshipping
slipping
slipping out when you’re weak
holding
holding strong and marinating
in your mind
Word is
viciously kind
whatever
whatever you want it to be
soldier on the front lines
or General building a fort behind
It is your tongue's exercise
and nothing more than word
Word comes from spit
Mucous lung ****
Makes a man a hypocrite
Makes a god a prophet
Makes a poet
Makes love inadequate
Made nothing yet
So when I say to you:
"Word word word, word"
Please believe more in something there
Like my hand through your hair

I fear the fright of every man,
One that can't be helped or canned,
The feelings inside me start to bubble,
Again and again I feel nothing but troubled,
It hurts to say and I hate to show,
But sad as it is, my weakness grows,
It's hard to act or find the words,
The fear inside can't be cured,
Everyone has  insecurities,
Some get choked up or even freeze,
The Lord tells us "be happy and do not fear",
But thats not easy when he isnt standing here,
So what is the fright of every man?
Is it a lack of love from his clan?
Is it a fear of flying high,
Only to fall and eventually die?
Some are frightened at the sight of spiders,
But real fear is known by those spun like tires,
Round and round there lives have gone,
But what will it be like at the final dawn?
As the old turn and start to go dreary,
We can only feel bad that they are so weary
When they breathe the final breath of life,
Will all they worked for be cut up with a knife?
The biggest fear of every man
Is what will be left when he can no longer stand,
Will years be wasted and spent in the dark,
Or can you do something and be a spark?
Life needs to be spent with kindness and class,
But do what u can to make your memory last

The concourse lays out between you and I,
allow this reprimand,
accept this brokerage
in escrow.

Weep the clouds
out of those spinning absences you left,
broken, open, empty,
and full of terror.