We say we'll sing
Yet we never do

Exalt happiness
Never arriving

Play cool at work
Talk work while chilled

Praise to peoples' face
Push 'em hearts' length away

Busy busy going places busy
Crashing out vegging away

More posts more stories
Less connections

More products
Less satisfaction

Shopping shopping shopping
No time for anything

Lots of words
Little meaning

More more, more everything
Or is it less, less, nothing?

deep-set moon-crater eyes
lips as red as the dust on mars
all i asked was for a little space
but she gave me all its stars

I'm not generally an angry person,
in fact I find it to be a particularly
foolish emotion.

Sometimes though...
Sometimes my heart pumps lava.
Sometimes my fingernails leave imprints on my palm.
Sometimes my jaw cramps from clenching my teeth.
Sometimes someone parks their car
at the one and only diesel pump,
leaving me to circle the little fuel islands.
Staring out my windshield with the eyes of a shark.
Why? Why must you park at the only diesel pump?
Where? Where the **** is this guy?
How? How do you just ******* walk away?
When? When are they gonna ******* move?
Who? Who the **** does this kind of thing?

Then they come striding out
from the convenience store,
they catch me staring them down,
then I just smile
And wave.

Anger is foolish.

I dreamt of you last night
the bitterness of seeing you again stung
like salt to an opened wound
I was exposed
my truest colors being one with the wind
your truest smile still fresh in my memory

In this nightmare
you still loved me
as I loved you
it scared me
the feeling of having my best friend back

In the beginning
I thought it was real
then realization kicked in
It was merely relived memories
I still miss you sometimes

When I awoken
tears still fresh from emotion
laid upon my face
the melancholy taste still stung my heart
I wanna forget about you again
it hurts to remember
how much you mean to me

I cant help but wonder
if the ghost of our happiness
haunts you too