I'd rather have you here.
A lost hope feeding on the dust
of a shooting star
Feel like we're miscommunicating
on a wave of radiation
Staring at the phone hoping
that your hopes are similar.
My words lose their worth being read
by your eyes
I try to express the nature of my love
but the grass isn't as green as it was
And you can't revive the roots of
my Autumn leaves falling your way
Just like I fell for you
Now I'm grading my texts
Saying F that
I'd rather have you here
But I won't weaken myself
to say what you expect to hear
So I hope you hear my unsaid words
of love that won't die
And know that my reminiscent tears
are yearning
A simple moment of peace -
Being touched
By your heartbeat...

I'm just sitting here
idly interpreting things of purpose
because apparently
we're here to make
Things
out of senseness.

I'm actively miscommunicating
purposeful everythings
because we're
actually
not here to make sense of
foreverthings.

Psh, neverthings. Blablabla alwords!
Anythen, you overstand, left?
Up.

Dead, outdated, old, torn, faded
Shredded like cheese and fried like bacon
This particular cluster of mustered up star junk
Thought he hit rock bottom, then he sunk
What poor luck
Catch him on the breeze, going easy
Like a silent ****
Can't get a start *** he ****** on all the
Fire sparks
A bag of bones, regret, dusty reminiscings
Of things that weren't quite what they seemed
Hear him clearly...
For he is half deaf.
He would have more now
If he had but a fraction of what he left behind.
Look him in the eyes but he won't look back.
He's starting to see knives more like thumb tacks
Post your problem right next to the spine.

Maybe he could feel it but his brain is numb
Strung up and dumbed down,
A real ****** conundrum
...He has no hooks to spit
They tell him the bait choice is sick
But hardly any fish ever bit
So he sits in the sinking pit
Throwing rocks
Timing the bonks with the tick tocks.
Some say he'd really **** time if he had the chance
All the mind's romancin' reminds him of failed plans
He can't stand and see around,
When they told him to break a leg
He broke both just by casually leaning on em.

Seasons plot them uniform catastrophes;
Explosions of flowers weeds bugs trees, all so casually.
Compare that to this extremely sophisticated being
Flailing at every turn, constantly miscommunicating.
It's funny. A divine comedy. He begs the world "try me"
Then sits back n relaxes, crumbling the ivory tower
Just to build another one, then another, then
Cannibalize the next for another, self perpetuating blunder

as i empty the teacup
i offer as ashtray
to friends who like to smoke,
under a streak of sunlight,
i contemplate
my place in the world;
if this is in any way
meaningful.
sad, happy
and pretending,
i'm often confused
about identity.
leaning against the sink
reluctant to do the dishes,
i contemplate
my place in the world.
at twenty two
and freer,
i may be
miscommunicating.
throwing away
forgotten,
and rotten vegetables
from the refrigerator,
i contemplate
my place in the world.
i may be
absolutely wrong
about everything,
but for now
i clean.