the terrible safety of routine

i’m caught in routine again
i’m losing my feet again.
I don’t even stand on them.
i’m stumbling around
my insides are boxed in
i’m starting to blend in.

i’m a windblown leaf in a polaroid
stuck in a furious fall.
some days the wind will catch me
some days there’s no wind at all.
some days i hit the wall.

i’m caught in routine again.
i’m losing my self again.
everything’s the same
it’s in name i’m losing.
the faces aren’t moving
stuck in still motion,
waiting for the wind to blow.

they fight

my whole world is rumbling.
glazed pots are shattering
as homes come crashing down.
the people of my world keep stumbling.
struggling to stand up again.

and the people of my world
shrug their rested shoulders.
they’re using their headphones
and cell phones to drown
the groaning sound around them.

and the world keeps rumbling.
the people of my world are gathering
and shouting out around them
as internet images pour
into their anxious fingertips.

the people of my world are rumbling.
speaking promises to outstretched hands
that when things fall apart,
the fallen will be lifted from the rubble
and strong arms will hold them
until they can stand on their own.

and they will stand still,
to raise clenching fists
until their knuckles turn white.
as the world keeps on rumbling,
they wait for the fight.

To the girl I used to know

I couldn't give half of what you gave to me.
I stopped it to be fair, but now I'm sitting lonely.
The clocks are creaking in my home
As the hands scrape the seconds by.

Your kiss took me to another world altogether,
But the slightest brush of bad weather conversations
Took us to places we couldn't return from,
Where bombs keep dropping on hopes and dreams.

And so this is my heartfelt apology for sleeping in
Rib to rib until the sun rose over the bridge to Folly
And all the follies we'd been slipping into together
Blurred into one big expectation I couldn't fulfill.

I'm sorry to have turned your world around while standing still.

i fall

I saw a shooting star.
A lightning bolt.
A blip in the radar screen.
I saw my life flash
In your sky blue eyes.

And everything I felt
Was shining in your smile.
With each slow motion blink
And each crooked kiss
You got me twisted up in this.

reason's not my lover

The lights, they go down
When the sun goes down.
The drinks, they swoosh around
Our feet move with the sound.

The strobe light flickers
And steals split second images
Of our favorite friends.
We move in slow motion.

The blood that courses
Through our pumping veins
Is sweetened with drops
From the most bitter bottles.

Reason sits alone on the porch
As instinct thrives on the dance floor.
Smiling friend after smiling friend
Is moved by the music.

Let's make the room a prison,
Lock Reason out forever.
We'll shout and scream and growl,
Lose ourselves in this tiny cell.

When the sun begins to burn
Over the horizon,
Forever will be over
And reason will be our lover until the sun goes down again.

,;:l

Epic waste of time.


It's not that I don't want you to breathe.
It's that you think I'm an epic waste of time.
And every single breath you breathe
fuels your facade. The air is ammunition
as you fire cliches at strangers in the room.

But you won't fool me, not this time.
I see through the fake smiles that you do.
The things you say only work tonight.
They don't apply to tomorrow and you're
as fake from five feet as you are from ten.

But sure, I'd love to dance with you.
Let's move in motions lacking meaning
amidst the flashing lights and pumping sound.
We'll talk about that time you can't remember
And how you woke up on the floor.

I'll laugh and talk about your victory.
How you don't have to suffer remembering
the person you're pretending to be.
I'll wonder where you come from in your life
And you'll seize me with your hips and lips.

I'll want to take you to a coffee shop to see
If you see the world as a tumultuous whole.
You'll invite me to "go out" to the bars.
I'll sweep away my work and friends
And dance the night the same with you.

And at these bars, I'll buy you your drinks.
You'll pass out by 2 and I'll drop you off.
I'll go home with a fleeting satisfaction,
But I'll wake up again like I always do
knowing that the epic waste of time is you

The fight for what's right

Do I compromise the fight for what's right to right a couple wrongs?

I'm wearing a muzzle on the internet where I might otherwise express everything I truly believe - what is right.

But I can't.

I will represent it all with jumbled letters, though.

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I hope that you can glean something from that.