One day I will be gone.
My story will end.
I will be forgotten.

But today.
Today I will call old friends
That I haven't seen in months.

I will play with my dog.
Even though she is old and lazy
She is still my baby girl.

I will eat food that is bad for me,
Even knowing that I shouldn't.
It makes me happy and tastes so good.

I will listen to my best friend
Complain about everything in the world
While I just listen.
It's what I'm for after all.

I will dance badly to old music.
I will sing along horribly and hope the neighbors don't hear.
I will be absolutely content with my lot.

I will talk to my brother soon
And make fun of his stupid haircut
Because that's how I say I love you.

I will think about my dad.
I will see him next week.
He loves me more than he tells.

But through all of this I know.
Someday.
Some far away day.
My story will end.
As all stories do.

Eventually no one will know
That I was ever here.
But that is what is supposed to happen.
I don't need to be remembered.
The best stories are lost to time.

I'm sorry that
all that's left of
me
is this what
you point & call
waste of space and breath
i'm sorry
that i couldn't
agree more
with you.

she said i better get some sleep
but how could i choose rest
when climbing into your bed and running my hand through your hair
was an option

One and the same,
we are both opiates,
filling each other with a buzz,
while bringing each other down

Girls, just lead you on and play you
misguiding you with words that may be true
or may be a lie, may be garbage
"your just a chapter, time to turn the page"

make you feel worthless,
thoughtless
a waste
and regret missing them like you do
they destroy you emotionally

One and the same,
we are both opiates,
filling each other with a buzz,
while bringing each other down

Boys just misuse
and abuse
everyone around them
while hoping she doesn't forget em

they want a girls love
but treat her like crap, not a delicate dove
they want held, but push away
they abuse girls to feel better at the end of the day

loosing themselves in the fray
we call love, and swear feelings never sway

or fade away into nothingness
make you feel worthless,
and at fault,not good enough thoughtless


One and the same,
we are both opiates,
poisoning each other in the name of attraction
love, but its just a fatal distraction.

here in this room with lucid thoughts in this dreaming universe I am exactly where I want to be. I'm in the future. if i want to fly I just have to realize that i already am flying. outside I'm running through fields. with infinite endurance. i come to a man i know is my father. I ask, "father, are you god?" he looks to the sky. a planet is falling from the heavens. it is going to land and send a massive wave of energy towards me. as it does a voice says, "A change in the wind is coming." and im awake here in this room with lucid thoughts in this dreaming universe

My fear of heights
Often overpowers my fear of isolation
So I fall
Closed eyes and full optimism
Open arms and empty handed
I jump
Before I even can see the ground
Sometimes
I don't even take precaution
Deploy parachute far too late
And leave no time for regret
I have always said
That I would rather dive deep end
And hit bottom
Than stay shallow
Would rather crack my limbs against pavement
Than stay entire on grass
I want to learn how to bleed
I want to learn how to break
Just so I can figure out
How to put myself back together
I am willing to shatter clumsily
Split carelessly
Just to know grace
So I will fall
Regardless if this ends in canopy
Or in bungee chord tied noose
Will give all of me
Even if I get nothing in return
Will wring myself vacant
Just so that someone else can be gorged
I have been climbing mountains
With the sole intention of looking up
I say
I am closer to the sky that way
And if I fall
It will be
With complacency
It will be
By choice.