Having enough courage to
Openly come out and admit,
Never hiding for
Everything that's hidden
Sends everyone into
Turmoil. Stop the
Yelling and turn to forgiveness and love
Day #181-182I was planning to write some words
Meant to show you that I care
But I never get the words right;
None of them are worth your time.
Even if I was to make something beautiful
That would explain exactly how I feel,
You'll never listen.
You'll never believe that I love you
With all of my being.
You'll never believe that you're the
Only reason I'm living.
You'll never believe that without you
You'll never believe that I can help
You'll never believe that I feel that
Same way you do right now.
You'll never believe that I love
Every single one of your imperfections.
You'll never believe how much it hurts me
To know that I'll never be good enough
To convince you that you are worth more
To me than anything, too good for the common
Rubble to even glance upon your beauty,
Inner and outer, too amazing to be able to
Protect yourself against the constant
Attacks those jealous assholes aim at you,
You're too good for me.
But you know what?
I don't care about your perfect imperfecti
Day #176-177Even when I get discouraged
You're right there holding me up
And keeping my smile alive
I just hope I can keep yours alive
After I kick your ass at gaming tonight <3
What a Wonderful WorldI’m noticing things
I didn’t before;
Things that I
Just can’t ignore.
Kids getting shot
For the colour of their skin,
Loving being treated
As though it’s a sin.
Sexism running like blood
Through the veins of the media,
Kids killing kids
In High School Hysteria.
People dying instead of
Being who they are,
Children getting shot down
As they reach for the stars.
Faith forming the target
For society’s arrow,
You’re either in too deep
Or you’re way too shallow.
The faithful using the Prince of Peace
To excuse their hatred,
And yelling ‘terrorist!’
At the followers of Mohammed.
Women walking the streets at night
With fear in their hearts,
Men being told to ‘man up’
When their soul is in parts.
Children starving to death
In the land of plenty,
Bigots with medieval views
In the twentieth century.
21 Years OldSo I was just a child
And they said that this was ‘just a phase’
That lasted 20 years
And 364 days
Tomorrow will I switch
From an adolescence damaged mess
To a mature adult
Able to cope with all of this stress?
Or will I just remain
Embedded in my concrete routine
That’s waiting to be smashed
By my sledgehammer wielding dreams
Give me the key to the door
I will turn the knob fast
Clockwise to see the future
Back again to remain in the past
So I was just a child
And they said that this was just a phase
Melatonin helped me sleep
Right through this melancholic haze
But tomorrow I will wake
From an adolescent slumber
Shake off the shackles
That have only served to encumber
My free spirit, free will
And most importantly my feel mind
With a lifetime of whispers
My voice has been difficult to find
But I’ll take the key in hand
Clear my throat as I toss it away
Smash the door from the hinges
Now you’ll listen to what I have to say
Dead FriendI fell asleep with both eyes open
under a cloth of slothful calm
after I stripped out of my own skin.
I sought asylum with salmon in slalom
of grizzlies' grip. I am a volcanic
yawn short of insomnal salaam.
When I preyed on neighborly original sin
in networked whorls of grey neural lobes,
I fell asleep with both eyes open
to dreams mirrored on spinal columns
and woke to the chorus of a ringtone hymn.
Fighting silence with salmon in slalom,
I cradled the phone like a totem,
hid it like a corpse under a cushion
serially stripped of its own skin.
The phone call was from a mom
infantizing a son; to countertop it
I yawn short of insomnal salaam.
But I am pretty, pretty angry, angry broken,
broken awake from a phone contact harem
before I fall asleep with both eyes open
Idol WorshipA smog is rising that many
Have grown unwilling to address
An all-consuming pandemic
All have seen but refuse to know
America's idol worship
A Canadian teenager
With quite a loose definition
Of art and musical talent
Has swept the nation and the world
Hormones of shallow twelve-year-olds
Propelled him to fame and fortune
After a couple years have passed
His ego take control and we
Interrupt our politicians
To freak out about his arrest
A Taliban assailant shoots
A fifteen-year old in the face
Simply because she advocates
The education of women
Something most American girls
All too often take for granted
Instead of praising her courage
The American populous
Keeps its focus on the tween star
Most don't even know she exists
What kind of nation is this
When we concern ourselves only
with spoiled brats acting like dumb thugs
And ignore those who are striving
To cast a light in this dark world
Take it offThere is a girl on your right,
who paints makeup on her face.
There is a girl on your left,
whose hair is a rainbow.
In front of you kills your nose,
perfume spins around like a lace.
Behind you hurts your eyes,
to see that masks really lie.
You wonder why the girl is an artist on her face,
or why the girl has a rainbow in her hair,
or why the guy bathes himself in scents,
that are worse than cocaine.
Then you wonder why masks roam the masquerade.
Take it off,
Don't be afraid.
No one will crack a smile,
No one will laugh,
we love you just the way you are.
It doesn't make sense to you,
nothing seems real too.
Why are they afraid of beauty in purity?
Or why colorful is above sense and rationality?
And why is common sense and practicality,
isn't here in this twisted reality?
Take it off,
and drop it.
No one likes you,
No one loves you,
behind the creation you made.
Rip it apart,
it only wounds the truest hearts,
to see it as a work of art.
I won't laugh or tease you, I swear,
Bathroom passI never get to pee on this planet
They make me pee in a stupid bowl
Eyes bear this planet through space
The bees will sting your very soul
Wear the wolf
Be the brave
Be the bear
That owns the cave
If you ever take the form of slave
I will pee inside your grave
Here's my stupid homeworkThe poem is the scaffold
For stories not yet told
Wire frame of word song
For tickets not yet sold
The poem is the camera
When stillness starts to shatter
Splashing spells from one true well
Being well is all that matters
Don't blame your professors
They don't even know
The truth behind these stupid words
Is that our eyes actually glow
All the ancient teachers knew
What reason bear is telling you
Then Aristotle came around
And they put this truth in the ground
One of those cool ancient guys
Wrote of light seen bursting from eyes
The eyes belonged to his best pal
But could have been any animal
When his buddy's skull got smashed
Two eyes saw the truth of one
When this check is finally cashed
We go back home - to the sun
When Alexander banged his gong
They began to teach a different song
Now all the books on every shelf
Are mirrors that blind me from myself
Why don't we see light in eyes
It seems to be just in the skies
Reason bear is always right
Why on earth would light see light?
Gate Of Life Or DeathIvy creeps up the side
Creepers slide down the rails
Dark iron bars fall into place
And behind it stares an empty face
A padlock keeps the sides together
So the gate will remain closed
Closed and locked to you forever
Don’t worry, it’s not your fault
Foliage hides it most of the time
And keeps away the unique shine
Of things never seen before
Things that no one will ever know
Some gates remain shut
And for a good reason
Maybe you should never know
What lies behind the lock
A time will come where
The ivy and creepers will
Hide the gate and cover p
The unknown forever still
You’ll never see this door again
Maybe even lost in your memory
Or it will come back
But it probably won’t
Or maybe you will find the key
And pull the ivy off the gate
And then see through an open door
To your future forevermore
The padlock drops and falls behind
No more locking up your mind
Journey through your now changed life
Which could be for better or worse
The gates stand quietly, side b
Solar spooningEyes are burning today
You're better off this way
Two eyes are never alone
I'm the wholly ghost
That rocks your bones
Eyes only work in pairs
We're already everywhere
Two eyes are never alone
I'm the lucky light
That jumps your bones
My dreams always come true
Eyes never die
We sleep beneath starry skies
Heavy light inside your bones
I just wish that we could be alone
Two eyes are never alone
Two eyes spy that stupid third eye
We are NOT alone
Take it out then ask me why
Now my dear we can be alone
I just smashed your stupid third eye phone