a force in my head
overwhelming magnetic power
all it wants
is to **** me
chaotic
emergencies
******* me into
a black hole  
all you want is
my consciousness
hostage from the light
the spirit
from joy of just being

when you turn to G-d
and don’t feel Him with you

INT. CENTRAL PERK - DAY

The Friends are all sitting on the couch, chatting and sipping their coffee. Joey bursts in, holding a large box.

JOEY: Hey, guys! Check it out! I got a new entertainment system!

MONICA: (sarcastically) Oh, great. Another giant box to clutter up our tiny apartments.

JOEY: (ignoring her) I need your help setting it up. Who's in?

Chandler, Phoebe, and Ross all raise their hands, but Rachel and Monica look hesitant.

RACHEL: (doubtfully) I don't know, Joey. This sounds like a lot of work.

JOEY: (encouragingly) Come on, Rach. It'll be fun! And I'll even order us a pizza.

MONICA: (smiling) Okay, I'm in.

Rachel reluctantly agrees, and the Friends start setting up the entertainment system. Joey pulls out a large instruction manual and starts reading out loud.

JOEY: (confused) Okay, it says we need to connect the yellow cord to the blue input, but I don't see a blue input.

CHANDLER: (sarcastically) Well, Joey, have you tried turning it off and on again?

PHOEBE: (jokingly) Maybe you need to sacrifice a chicken to the technology gods.

Ross, Monica, and Joey start arguing over the proper way to set up the system, while Chandler and Phoebe start making up ridiculous solutions. Rachel sits off to the side, looking amused but uninterested.

RACHEL: (smiling) You know, I have an idea. Let's just call the Geek Squad and let them deal with it.

JOEY: (defeated) Yeah, I guess you're right. I'll call them tomorrow.

MONICA: (frustrated) Ugh, I can't believe we wasted all this time on nothing.

PHOEBE: (smiling) Well, at least we got to spend time together.

CHANDLER: (nodding) And we'll always have the memories of that time Joey accidentally shocked himself with the power cord.

Joey looks embarrassed as the Friends all laugh, and the camera fades out on their good-natured teasing and banter.

2 midlife crises
by the age of 22

highlights lowlights
and hell

i don’t get to choose when you come and go
i don’t get to choose how long you stay
i don’t get to choose how loud you are
i dont get to choose how intense you hurt

do you hear me
I won’t ever know

Alone in the dark,
My tears are the only spark.

im not going to have beliefs
the invisible truth will just be

my life is coming apart at the seems
whats next

What looked like a rock was just an image on a hollow inflatable

try not to suffer
and suffer more
or suffer another way

pushed onto the tightrope of life
continuously plummeting into pain

what do i do with an awful feeling
that keeps coming back all the time

quitting therapy is the depths

i hope to abandon you someday hello poetry

yes fear will stop me because
im terrified of feeling like i want to die

bold of you to keep on asking
to trust the faulty process

too often i have my emotions stab me in my heart
with every beat another stab
i dont know when it will stop
and when it does its sure to return soon

let me make it simple
(all are painful though)
gd doesnt exist
gd is aweful
i dont understand gd but hes good still in a very complicated (and unnecessary way if you as me)

and on the days most unbearable
she silently cried
and the tears on her cheek
would stroke her good night

let me at least revel
in the moments i dont wish to die

G-d you better have good explanations
when i get up there

im confused about existence
and everyone’s just going about it

if G-d doesn’t exist
there is no point to my pain

when is this over please
(embodiment)

definitely one hundred percent doing this whole life thing wrong i dont know how to do this

gd if i loved someone
i definitely wouldnt make them live this life i have

when is it intuition
and when is it fear

just squirming for a life of the least discomfort and its not working

i get why they take drugs
my life relatively isnt bad
and yet the feelings are too painful
constantly being wounded over and over

do pained people turn into poets
or would they be a poet without pain

i stay up so late into the night
and now its light  outside

do i know deep down
or am i delusional

why does your simulation require
stabbings to my gut and a boulder on my chest

G-d if i knew for sure
you’d be the center for sure

its either all over eventually or
there was meaning all along

either G-d or life
is a hoax

the stress isnt worth the point
but im in too deep now

gd i wouldnt let someone i love
feel the way i feel

all the wisdom has not been enough i am here in pain

some of you don’t wake up
with a walnut lodged in your throat

i never asked for this life
but nobody asked me

love is a matchstick

self esteem wasnt in your mind
those who were watered in sunshine blossomed

sometimes my bad days
are many rounds around the clock

you can vent
but we only care if you do so delicately

you dont need to win at life
if its a stupid game either way

i want to play by the rules
but i do not know them