There are some things in life that just don't add up,
No matter how many times you read Euclid's work
And history is bound to repeat itself if you bind it in a book
And title it "stagnant"
Because history is anything but
The past is constantly affecting
The present is constantly affecting
The future is all we have
So banish the idea that textbooks are detached
You are very much attached to them
And the way your mind interprets the information will dictate
How you act in situations
That just don't add up

I shall be thine Atlas, thine scapegoat with a shoulder
That I with weary back might take position as the holder
Of all the items you have boiling up within thee; take them out!
Instead of boiling up, project them unto me and thusly shout:
"Thou art truly a disgrace, a mere construction of a lie
You exist as foul temptation, but you tempt no more, for I
I have gained more pressing matters; I have larger game to shoot
To me, thou art but humble grass smear'd 'neath the footman's boot
And I've become an heiress, or a prince, perhaps, a king!
I've left behind the people who wish to control my everything
My every waking moment is now in my control
You disapprove? Excuse me, but I never asked thee for a poll!"
I shall be thine Atlas, and I'll gladly take your spite
I would also take thine fists, if thou so wish'd to fight
But ne'er in my life would I, lift fist nor finger to you
That's one thing that I wouldn't, nay, couldn't ever do

So you tell me it's getting tough again
And I tell you something like the same
And we talk and cry
Sob and curse
But nothing changes, not really
I want to be able to tell you
That sometime everything will be alright
Some time in the future, everything will be okay
But it's a fool's phrase
Spoken by fools for fools
And you are not a fool
All I can tell you with any sort of certainty
Is that everything will continue to be something
Until it doesn't anymore
You can take comfort in the fact
That your universe will remain unshattered by the unfathomable
Until such a time as it is
And even then, when your world is crumbling
And all sense no longer makes itself apparent
Even then you will not be able to conceive any of it
Your universe will be intact until it isn't
And when it no longer is
You will not know
And you can take comfort
If in nothing else
You can take comfort in the fact
That at this point in time
You know what misery has befallen you
You understand the why
And whether or not you are capable of fixing it
Is neither here nor there
Because what is important
Is that right now you have the words to describe everything
The good and the bad
So hold on to that
Hold on to your understanding
Hold onto your words
Hold on to your concepts and values
And thank the odds
That you have them

Fighting is a young man's game, begun by ancient men
Who instigate and **** so they can all feel young again

I yelled "I love you" off a cliff
My voice echoed and contorted
Until I could no longer recognize it as my own
The meaning was lost
All that remained was a vague ringing
And I think that's what you hear
When I tell you that I love you
I think everyone before me
Everyone you let in close
Said the words
And now that I'm saying them
The meaning is contorted
Because everyone before me
Carved a cliff out of your heart
And I am yelling off of it
But the echoes twist
The echoes change
And the ringing remains
I'm sitting here speaking to you
And I know the words go right through
As if these words of mine
Are only ghosts
My ghost words and I
We love you
And if it takes a thousand nights of haunting
We will reach you from beyond the grave of love
Because, darling, I don't need you to love me
I don't even need you to care
I need you to know that I'm not lying
I need you to know that I love you
Yes, I am being selfish
Because my days of being selfless ended
When I found myself in you
So here I am, shouting off the cliff
Waiting for the echoes to reflect my message

Silence and I have this unspoken agreement
If I don’t let anything break it, it’ll be around me
But I rarely keep up my end
How can I protect silence when I can’t protect myself?
Silence is an abstract, and I am tangible
Fragile, breaking daily
And I don’t mean to complain
Because Dear god, some of the breaks are beautiful reminders of life
And some are just beautiful or reminders of life
But I break daily
Some breaks are larger than others
But still it remains to be seen: How can I protect the abstract
When I can’t protect the tangible?