You couldn't be anymore.
So, you lost yourself.
Giving any other reason
To hold, to run, to scream.
You will look back,
Look down,
And collapse.
But you will never forget,
The perfect storm
Of these mishaps.
shalom.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Hurting others
The hardest part about hurting others
is that you won't ever hurt as much as they do,
and so you try and try to,
yet you're not quite there,
so you try some more.
Annihilate yourself.
Breathe.
Then...
Try some more.
shalom.
is that you won't ever hurt as much as they do,
and so you try and try to,
yet you're not quite there,
so you try some more.
Annihilate yourself.
Breathe.
Then...
Try some more.
shalom.
Heart Break
You're heart will break,
That's a fact.
But who is in charge
Of keeping it intact?
Breathe. Pause. Look back.
Cry.
You've had your chance.
You have your life.
shalom.
That's a fact.
But who is in charge
Of keeping it intact?
Breathe. Pause. Look back.
Cry.
You've had your chance.
You have your life.
shalom.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Listen to me. Don't listen to me.
Get uncomfortable with my comfort.
Get comfortable with my discomfort.
Here, my opinion.
Hear my opinion.
My opinion sucks,
but my mistakes?
My mistakes are a beauty above the rest.
I am a sloppily-built card tower.
When one card is plucked,
the entire tower topples upon itself.
I am a frayed knot.
Tying all of my problems together,
then later using my teeth to separate them.
I am a newspaper collection.
Strike a match to one remembrance,
then the whole library is on fire.
I am stumbling around the corner.
I am crying on the porch.
I am listening for God.
I am sleeping on the couch.
I am talking to myself.
I am screaming curses out.
I am justifying, mystifying, and lying to myself.
I am blaming, maiming, and taming myself.
I am blinding, binding, and finding myself.
I am alive.
And it hurts.
Shalom.
Get uncomfortable with my comfort.
Get comfortable with my discomfort.
Here, my opinion.
Hear my opinion.
My opinion sucks,
but my mistakes?
My mistakes are a beauty above the rest.
I am a sloppily-built card tower.
When one card is plucked,
the entire tower topples upon itself.
I am a frayed knot.
Tying all of my problems together,
then later using my teeth to separate them.
I am a newspaper collection.
Strike a match to one remembrance,
then the whole library is on fire.
I am stumbling around the corner.
I am crying on the porch.
I am listening for God.
I am sleeping on the couch.
I am talking to myself.
I am screaming curses out.
I am justifying, mystifying, and lying to myself.
I am blaming, maiming, and taming myself.
I am blinding, binding, and finding myself.
I am alive.
And it hurts.
Shalom.
Friday, July 25, 2014
Monday, July 21, 2014
high cooed
shalom repeated
nothing ever comes easy
tie your shoes and stand
i find the most (un)
expected things in the can
of garbage. my heart.
mr. awkward toupee,
i hope you believe it's real,
Yes. I mean your hair.
you have to write, right?
to acheive something written.
or else you lose it.
space. time. money. sex. love.
you can't have all. you still try.
how's that been working?
don't let yourself be.
throw on a disguise and hide.
throw on a disguise and hide.
be somebody else
bag of potatoes.
sitting on the kitchen self.
let them rot. Or not.
bag of potatoes.
sitting on the kitchen self.
let them rot. Or not.
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