I want to be bored
so bad,
just yawn myself
to sleep.
Make it end,
please,
because
bored is all I wish to be.

I don't like dangerous things
like I used to
anymore.
Fast cars,
loud fireworks,
nervous breakdowns,
and dangerous songs.

I want violins
that put me
to sleep,
retirement plans
that make old age
slow down,
a boring match of tennis,
where we always pick the *****
from off the ground.

I like watching reruns,
it's like white noise
- nothing unpredictable happens.

I want to be bored again,
my rebellion,
against unpleasantness.

The chasm in our stomachs
The swamp in our mouths

The jungle in our nostrils
The branches of our eyelids

The thunder in our hunger
The whirlwind of our emotions

The plates on our nail beds
The clocks in our chests

The seashells near our molars
The coral near our eardrums

The mountains on our *******
The desserts on our backs

The pests in our conscience
The universe in our heads

Nature is singing to us,
And we have plugged our ears.

It’s left the reach for the stars
in the depths of our eyes

As the lightning from our veins
Beats through our hearts

The rusting of metal,
the decay in our skin

The bursting of volcanoes,
the throbbing in our temples

After a while, out of sheer boredom
or curiosity, one chooses to listen.

one strong hit,
and you’re hooked for life.

let the pain help your art,
and the art heal your pain.

Who knew Joy could be overwhelming.

Some people choose not to choose,
It’s always the wrong choice.

To choose means
To trust the compass in your heart,
To accept the warm embrace of destiny,
And To Conquer Life!

I will strike so hard,
the sun will bleed.

I knocked it out of the park.

My eyes have seen ruin-
To watch as I abandon myself
and my dream falls apart:
That is a sight I wish to unsee

My memory is tainted by the words written past,
constantly replaying the image of a certain demise,


but then I wake up one morning and it's clear:
'you do not have what you do not do',
then it's sunshine again from there.