Reborn

No more room to wonder, and no time left to think

The world is my cup, and I drink its tears

Down, deep down into the dried up crevices of the unsatisfied desire of youth

The young blood, the pervasive spirit

that I cannot quench writhes in agony

Each time a word is birthed

It is a joy to give life unto the world, yet

a harsh reminder of where it needs to be

I can see it clearly, but then another body is placed into rest, and I wonder if I’ll ever figure it out.

Maybe there’s nothing to figure out

Man is evil, the earth is under perpetual assault

But maybe there’s something to be uncovered in all the bloodshed

That men can be redeemed

and a star can be reborn

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Paralysis

Only the misplaced comma in the middle

Never the end of the sentence

I don’t finish them

I exacerbate

Retaliate

Then wonder why I’m friendless

Counter point to the counter

I frame myself on every telephone pole

Yet forget to leave a callback number

I’m a brother from another mother

Of another species

In a whole different universe

Pardon me if I don’t get you

Because you sure as hell don’t get me

Why pretend

Just kiss and make up

I’m way up on my own high

These words under me will lift me up

Only to see me fall from the sky

And possibly die

Or be forever paralyzed in agony

Never too close, never too far away

Better To Burn

They never ask where I’m going

Only where I’ve been

And they never ask what it made me

Only that it made something

Maybe they don’t like it, maybe they do

It’s possible to be certain of your direction

All the while utterly confused

Incompetently confident in failure

Without a care in the world

About whether the world even cares

I find solace in being

The darkening galaxy as the backdrop

Of stars being born around me

I’d rather burn out than fade away

But my condition allows me to do neither

Just a miserable state of being too far ahead

And too far behind

All at the same time

Human

The past doesn’t define you

These scars can beautify you

The memories don’t have to haunt you

And the night can do more to guide you

Than any ray of sunlight

More than any amount of luck

Or wishing upon a hundred stars

Because all those turn human intuition

into trivial whims

The amount of love in your heart

Good consciousness in your mind

Strength in your veins

And respect in your bones

Those are what drive us to victory

Anything Else

Bury you alive, they said

Or at least make her suffocate until dawn

Maybe they should’ve gazed a little longer

Because you don’t seem like everyone else

I see a fighter, a champion, and a human

Who can fall, who will fall, but always

And I mean always

Gets back up again

I’ve been gifted with your friendship

And to watch you grow each and every day

Is excitement beyond human measure

Tonight, I’m reminded of why I found you

And why I’m fond of you

I can’t measure your heart and soul

But I can hold it up to the darkness

To light my way trough the confusion

Of being alone, I thought I was

Surely there couldn’t be someone

Who wanted to do this with me

God I was wrong, so wrong

And I’ve never been so happy

You’re funny, you’re ecstatic

You’re charming, you’re lively

You’re just you

Please don’t be anything else

Us

They left you

Left you in the dust

To swallow all the rage of a tormented sea

Alone

And perish you would, loving everything

And losing it all

They left you

To rock yourself out of the fever

The layers of fear, worry, hurt, and brokenness

Building inside of you, around you

You’re here, inside of the petrie dish

You can see them tinkering with your heart

Mesmerized by your curiosity and openness

To new people

It’s easy to abuse that which cannot say

And easier if they never know they can

Say no

But I say yes to you

Tonight and every night

I didn’t see what set you apart at first

But it was there, and we were there

Learning that we found ourselves more alike

Than the outside would suggest

The words come out hastily when I’m in love

But poetically when I know

That what I’m feeling is real

I used to fear the returned gaze

I used to fear what may happen

If someone ever cared for me back

But someone stirred my heart

And found my mind receptive

They changed it

You changed me

And I’ll love you forever

Because of it

Of us

Together

I’m young, but I hardly associate with anything the young do

Okay, I am on Instagram

And Snapchat

But, the thought behind my ramblings bears weightier concepts, and asks you to consider far deeper outcomes than simply liking a funny post

Or over acknowledging an attractive model

My words ask you

to take off your mirrored shades, or take out your glass eye, and see my world as your world

Because it is

Hardly as humans do we see our existence

as a conglomeration of intelligent design

The Only

Mirages don’t mean something doesn’t exist

Simply that it doesn’t exist as nature presents it to you. Reflections are as much perspective driven as they are grounded in some sort of actuality

Some things we can’t see exist, but to

Our limited perspective seem, in fact, limited

We should stop looking at nature as if our eyes

are what make it whole, and look at it as if our eyes are one telescope out of a hundred million

Insignificant nods we direct towards humanity

in the vain name of peace and equality do little to pacify the injustice against not just each other

but the planet we live upon

We weren’t the first, and we’re not the only

The Others

Ignore me, I’m just going to go weep in this corner

Here, alone

The cold floor shocks my bare knees, but it would be more recognizable if I weren’t in so much pain

It’s never gotten this bad, or else I may have jumped last month

The memories are annoyances

Mere annoyances, but some nights

after pushing them as far as your mind will allow, you pull your finger from the plug

and shit goes everywhere

Uncontrollably, without regard for the life in the valley

Symbolic, seemingly, of how I’ve lived

Fitting then that I should die

in the way I killed others

Telling Me

Her arms wrap around me

Receding light reminds me of the promise in tomorrow

Light red trickles from her face; I’ve beaten her silly in the pessimistic anger of my frail humanity

Somehow, she finds the will to embrace me in all of my filth

I hate that I’m like this

I hate that I love the chase in hunting the barely alive

Somehow it pleases me to know there’s something more conscious than I, and to feed upon it makes me powerful

Fuck. I’m acting cynical again, bloodthirsty really

These waves of calculating indiscretion come over me and I have no control

I see the dead fill the streets in my dreams, and my knives ran through them all

What am I telling you? What are they telling me?