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Why can't I love the empty moments, why can't I be present and own it? Why do I cry out when my heart and mind are pounding, and feel worthless when there's nothing inside sounding. I'm tired of the little things, the run to the bus, the fake ass smile, getting in my own head oh don't be so dramatic! Let me be vibrant let me be chill something beyond me help me find it. What is a hero? Someone who stares into the void and doesn't let it break them, someone who sees wh

I hope to make your creatures smile not to be selfish but it makes me smile, even when kindness is not everyone's style. If I make someone laugh that's a victory, regardless of my lonely place. My hand lacks for another's to hold, but that's alright, the heart's troubles tend to pass real quick. I hope I made your creatures smile, and I promise that's enough for me. Nice guys finish last? Not in impact they don't.

This is a cowrite poem with Wolf A. Carrington. W: At last, a beautiful garden that I now call home! K: At last, a time to welcome new sense of peace in this fleeting memory. W: Let it be known that the birds sang with a lively tone. K: Nature knows when winter fades, as ice melts I long to wear shorts again. W: Til the sun rises, and til the heat thickens, I walk upon this paradise. K: Frozen with fear, yet eager for the beauty I am about to meet. W: Along this path I ta

Inspired by Robert Frost's Poem Nothing Gold Can Stay Frost wrote nothing gold can stay, If you don't let life beat that out, Growing into a childish adult before it's too late, becomes what comedy and love are all about. Scratched up dvd's and an old TV, Picking up an instrument like you're 17, Guitar glares as shit 20 I will be, By next month no more talking to myself so mean. Nothing gold can stay Not even teenage years Not even a one week crush But I'll stay gold when

Life is filled with little epiphanies, Wow how the years passed. And what a stone-faced soldier you have been, you stop for a second and realize love abounded even in moments where you didn’t know it was there. Little microseconds of complete assurance pay you a visit, That it will all work out and you’re already killing it. Yet doubt creeps back in without your consent Control is anxiety pretending to be your friend. Life doesn’t change with the snap of your fingers, But it

I laugh at the joke I don't even get. Is this progress or regret? I whack the flies away from my food, and stare at a list of shit I don't want to do. I try to wrap my mind around my atheist teacher's explanation of creation, and I feel empty, like my whole world is spinning upside down, abnormal behavior. Perhaps it's just bitter to realize how unfulfilling your dreams are, living each day under a hell lot of pressure, dodging the molotov cocktail that is a nervous breakdown