Sunday, September 20, 2015

False Positive

Maybe it's a mistake
Every step I take 
Am I a fake 
And would I know anyway
For hope's sake 
I breath, my breath breaks
I face each day
Barely awake
Reciprocate, the gates
Slam shut in my face
Am I insane
Or ashamed
To blame
My own name 
For the stakes that raise
Their own hoorays
And lackadaisically parade
A frame, ill-fitting and arrayed
Like diamonds displayed
To hide the charade of 
Ten million takes
And give life away
For a chance to change my fate
Like brave, though I'm not
So afraid, what I've caught
May define all I've got
I've sought answers to questions I 
Can't even explain
My deranged fame containing 
Empty strains of neural flames
Bulging brains, genius untamed
And still unable to remain
A moment in time obtained
To hold infinity painted plain
Our lips blood-stained
Our love constrained
To stretch, reach, teach, lose
Gain
A cure for pain. 

Saturday, September 19, 2015

More Unique, Less Perfect

It's not us I miss so much as you
Go ahead and tell all your friends I'm bad news
I guess I should be used to it by now
Scrounging through piles of clothes that no longer fit
To get a mismatched pair of socks
Dress up for the coffee shop down the street
I don't even drink coffee
Mostly, I sit and write letters in the form of poems
Formless enough to fake intent
Malcontent counting dividends
A roll of duct tape around my head
And a place to kick my shoes
Mr. No News
Good enough

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Scuttle

Everyone just cut me out.
Some told me they hate me or that I’m awful first, but
Most just ceased all communication.
And it’s happened so many times,
I’ve got no one left.
Sometimes I can see it coming, and
There’s still nothing I can do.
But maybe it’s all my fault
- goddamn common denominator -
Is this such a weird thing, or
Does this happen to other folks too?
Those I care about the most
Want nothing to do with me.
I will be your friend till the end of time,
Or at least until you hate me.
Nah, even then. Even still.
It hurts how much I still love you
In such multitudinous devastation.
Fuck my heart.

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