Sunday, December 25, 2016

I Never Told You That

You don’t have to like me
-who says I was being relatable?

You don’t have to respect me
-who says I’ve earned it?

You don’t have to hear me
-who says I’m worth being heard?

Sunday, December 18, 2016

Be Yourself

You act so counterfeit,
so fictitious,
so sunken in

to your so called sparkling,
yet incredibly unoriginal
presence you persuade this world
to put their faith in.

Now who do you claim to be;

the person who talked to me for hours
about the substance of our lives,

or the one who speaks of shallow wit?

Reality told me today-
whatever substance once existed
is now nowhere to be found.

Quit covering yourself in dimwitted
attempts at being someone else
and don't deny yourself the chance to. . .

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Questions for My Multiple Personalities

Remember when we put our faith into paper fortunes?

Back when he said she said
defined our self worth,
and focusing on our losses
left us with nothing left to gain.

Remember when we had no personalities,
and passed notes to prattle on
about our petty lives?

Where was the observant one?

Was he too busy writing notes
to himself about how he felt things should be?

Too busy to see how things really are
and missing out on experiencing
how relationships really form.

Why did the reliant one always take over?

So focused on other's assessment of himself,
full of vacant jubilation,
yet so far from full of himself.

He's the one who can't be left alone,
the one incredibly lost,
annihilated by loneliness.

Where did this strong one suddenly come from?

The one who's apprehensive, protective,
but sometimes too inhibited
to live his life pleasantly.

Why is he so hard to handle sometimes?

Always stepping in at the most inopportune time.

Why does he never step up when I need him?

Thursday, December 8, 2016

So I Try Not to Think About It

He looks at me with his tired eyes
as he drifts off to sleep.

He's dying, not really, but you know we all are,
and I know eventually his will hit me
harder than any other.

I think about how yesterday I was almost 16,
and today you're 30.

A decade has passed,
but it's as if yesterday we were meeting
for the first time on the porch of my parents house,
then walking around with my friends and I
as if we owned the town;

when the only thing we really ever owned
were the disposable cameras in our hands
before everything went all digital on us.

Time goes by too fast to force yourself to own
all the animosity you and I
have been able to throw away over the years,
no matter who you may be;
brothers or sisters,
enemies and even us lovers

-keep in mind that despite our love or disdain,
our bodies won't last forever
and one day we're all likely throw a shovel of dirt
over someone else's. 

Hopefully not anytime soon,
but I know one day we'll all have tired eyes.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

So Be Gracious

Why is a world so immoral
so willing to talk about the corruption
that we're slowly sinking in?

Sinking seems to become second nature.

Yet when it comes to having a conversation
about our potential creator,
instead of agreeing to disagree
or walking away with kindness

-someone always feels left in the dark.

With all the stumbling we're doing,
it's a surprise we don't get up
with a mouthful of dirt more often.

Why does the world
suddenly have to look so
bleak for everyone else when you're
suddenly able to see your salvation?

You need to realize that for everyone else
nothing changes
-life stays the same
they don't see the world the way you do.