How do I explain what I feel inside?
It’s like being underwater
not drowning,
but floating,
weightless in a sea that’s all your own,
where every breath tastes like salt
but there’s no shore in sight.
It’s the kind of emptiness
that fills you
until you forget what it feels like to be full,
until you forget there was ever anything
before this.
Would you care,
if I told you that I sometimes find myself
standing at the edge of things,
wondering if I’ve always been standing there,
waiting for something—
for you, maybe,
or for something that feels like you,
something that could make sense of this disjointed silence
I’ve come to call my life?
I’m not sure anymore.
Time is a ghost,
and I can’t even tell if I’m still chasing it
or running away.
The days have started folding in on themselves,
as though they were never separate at all?
Each moment a mirror of the next,
and every part of me
a version of something I used to be,
but nothing I recognize.

he caused me pain
and let chaos invade my life
so I left him behind
but then they came into my life
and confessed their feelings
I didn't know how to feel
I still don't
fear and curiosity flooded my brain
the fear of being hurt
and tossed aside again
the curiosity of a new beginning
and a possible new love
I like learning about them
and hearing them rant
maybe they're the right one for me
I'm testing the waters
I don't want to get hurt again
but you'll never know
if you don't try

Only cool girls
cry on the floor
while listening to
Joan Baez half drunk
and getting high
anyway.

I find it so easy
to think poetically
of the world
as one giant beach

On it in which
all of us stand
and wait for
the clouds of radiation
to roll in

To resign ourselves
to the disaster
on the horizon
because that's the direction
inertia carries us

It is easier—
at least for some—
to imagine learning to die
than learning to fight

the way you talk enraptures me
all I can focus on is you
and listen to what you saying
your big brown eyes
are mesmerizing
you have such a bright
and happy personality
you're so kind and funny
your art is incredible
your smile is infectious
and beautiful
I've never met someone like you

I see you between bells, in the rush of bodies and the echo of lockers slamming shut.
You don’t know me,
Not really,
But I know the way your smile breaks sideways,
How your laugh drifts down the hall like a song I don’t know the lyrics to,
But hum anyway.

Two weeks left.
Fourteen days
to maybe say something,
Or nothing at all.

Maybe I’ll keep pretending I’m not looking
When you pass,
Or maybe I’ll finally meet your eyes before the hallway goes silent.

Summer break is almost there.
I fear you’ll change school,
Or stay.
Maybe by then you’ll already have a girlfriend.

And I’ll wonder
What might’ve happened
If I just
Said
Hi.

A man who has never fallen,
Has no lessons to teach.

For without bruises,
there are no memories
Of what could have been learnt.

Yet one who has fallen,
Will not teach you anything
But the dignity to rise again.

As lessons are only learnt from
The mistakes of past bruises.

No more words. You’re right, it’s enough
Of mussy clusters of meaningless phrases.
All thoughts are chilled and are wrapped in pain.
It’s not an interesting story for us.

Colors have faded, cleaned out with time.
The beauty’s become decrepit in whole.
The past has been a depressing burthen.
An emptiness’s hanged over us in full.

There’re no more words.
Feelings are rootless.
We’re free of each other.
Our love is bootless.

Here comes another prologue
To someday become pretense
There goes the chaos
Where our entertainment once arose
All the while the answers were right beneath our nose

Once hearing and believing
Now reflect on the deceiving
Thus became seeing is believing
Programmed to deflect the misleading

Here comes another prologue
To someday become pretense
There goes the chaos
Where our entertainment once arose
All the while the answers were right beneath our nose

When once we felt despair
Convinced life was so unfair
We found the meaning of life
As a mirror reflected grey hair

Here comes another prologue
To someday become pretense
There goes the chaos
Where our entertainment once arose
All the while the answers were right beneath our nose

A weight making one want to collapse
Have to rise above the rest
Just to survive and ever hope to progress

Here comes another prologue
To someday become pretense
There goes the chaos
Where our entertainment once arose
All the while the answers were right beneath our nose

Wondering what the world will bring
While weathering storms within
Hopeful of what we will be
Although we know the truth as we take the road of deceit