Home Is Where The Heart Is?If Home is Where Your Heart Resides,Tell What Would Happen When,Your Heart Has Lost It's Size,Never Fitting Correctly Then?Shriveled Up and Cracked, Broken Into Many Pieces,But Piled So Neatly, Stacked,All Folded Up, So Many Creases.
Where I Come FromWhere I Come From
I come from a long line of diversity,Where to each is his own,None the same, yet none totally different.I come from a long line, never straight,Always curving to Destiny's will.Forever running.I come from a long line of dreamers.Dreamers and SchemersWith tricks and traps on their mindsA long line of deception and misleading
Why Me?Why Me?Why is it that they pick me last?Why is it that every time something good happens Something bad follows?Why can't I ever catch a break?Why me?What are these feelings?Why does everything that comes to mind refer to my only way out?Why do I have these feelings?Why Me?Why is it that I feel alone?Why is it that no one is there?Why hasn't anyone been there?Why Me?Why am I alone?Why Can't anyone help me?Why don't they understand?Why Me?Why Can't I be me?Who controls life?Why can't I be special?Why Me?Where Is God?Where are the angels?Why can't they be with me?Why Me?
ReflectionI want to sprinkle a piece of meInto bit-code hoping it sticks.But no one cares about the truthUnless it's funny.And I've lost sight Of what that is;I've been taught that it's all relative.We're all irrelevant in the endAnd so, the fire that use to burn in my heartIs all Charcoal. And I've been tryingTo see with no eyes; to drive withNo direction.But now I know I want to meltTogether people's 90 degree angles,Until the world knows everyone's rights.I want to melt together the distanceThat separates prose and poetry;Fact and Fiction; light and darkness.
Dead or alive?I feel numbAnd coldIs this death?Or am I still alive?If I'm aliveI shouldn't beBecause death is betterThan this cursed lifeTo dieTo sleepNo more
He only dates broken girls.I will destroy you. I willmake you love mewithout even trying;you’ll love the scabson my knees, the bruisesunder my eyes, mysinged hair. You will lovethe rush of holdingmy hand as we crossthe bridge; you’ll feellike a hero each timeI don’t jump. You will buyme chocolates, the mostexpensive, to guilt meinto eating. You will buyme seeds instead of flowers,to give me a reason toget up in the morning. Youwill make me dependent,even as I feed your whiteknight complex. I will destroymyself, and so you,and you will know why storms are named after people.
Ignorant WisdomThe best of us die youngWhy?We are blood and bodyMind and muddled matterThat decays from the very airNecessary like an addictionOur eyes are skin and sinewSenses intaking a surfaceBut to the machine of faultsWhat is there lost to us?The best of us are of willAs what will be passed beliefThe demanding of subconsciousEdicts of the soulThen why do they die?Why must a will be severedWhen it drives our existenceAll that there isAnd will ever represent us?Why do vessels feed the muscle?Bones hold up our legsAnd a head with strong neckThat its aspirations rise?The best of us accomplishTasks of a higher calibreLike a barrel of the cannonOne volley into the starsThey undertake with all motiveAnd lose the unwinnable conditionFor through their demarcationRevitalize our weak heartsThe best of us die youngWhy?Because they are not usAnd remind us what we should beThrough the greatest leagueOf history's lessonsThey sacrifice their chance to liveAs watcher of the
While You Were SleepingWhile you were sleepingCells clusteredto whisper about you jealouslyin their tiny little chain gangbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -bigger, badder, better.While you were sleepingThey cementedtheir undying bond of friendshipand every face hardenedbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -sadder, snider, solid.While you were sleepingconspiracies rose and fellwith your breathand They rustled with laughterbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -more, malicious, mayhem.While you were sleepingCancer shoved over other kidsin the playgroundand took their placebefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -suddenly, so, scared.While you were sleepingyou were overrunand we can fight it, of course,with artilleries in the arteriespoppingpoppoppoppoppop -we'll, wield, weaponsbut while you were sleepingthey took a misered,bleak,first victory;poppingpoppoppoppoppop -into tumultous, tumourtuous, laughteras you lay undefendedand they captured your heart.
coming of agethere are parts of meyou can still hearon the radio;at first, you'll mouththe words, but youwon't be able to tellif the static touchingyour ears rests inmemory, and memory alone.my love is not leagues deep.you'll always be the oneto decide if i'm worth standingin up to the ankle,lukewarm and lapping,or if you'd like to sleepbeneath my shores, milesbelow discernible life.the long lesions scoringthe belly of my pridehave scabbed over,and trust me when i sayi clench my fists uponremembering those who havebruised me in the nameof disgust -trust me when i saymy teeth are baredand i am snarling,the blood from past fearsstaining my lips.