This is a Poem About

Days like this
end in sleepless nights.

I sit in peaceful silence-
thinking,
"Hey, why do I exist again?"

Virtually good for nothing in this moment.
Stare at the ceiling, tap my foot-
feel trapped in my skin again.

Look to my side,
talk to myself,
take a deep breath again,
again and again. . .

God, how many of these will I have to take?
"Quite a few."
His sarcastic wise-crack's in the back
of my mind's imagination.

I laugh, but do wonder,
how many nights have you left in my eyes?
What will I need to see in my lifetime?
What's going to make me distant again?

Remove me from this place I want to be,
put me in for the greater good.
I'm a single step away
at any given moment.

The average person hearing this,
would think me, suicidal.
It's incorrect.
Yea, I'm done,
but I can't be the person
who decides to quit on everyone.

All I do is coast around this place,
in a constant state of confusion.
Asking myself why or how I got here.

Telling myself this can't be my fortune
and often giving so much of it away.
It doesn't belong to me,
I'm only renting this body-space,
I don't need, I want. . .

This can't be my life,
this can't be my home
as the moment hits me,
right in the face.

Yesterday hits me,
reminds me of my place.
In a time that no longer
has a trace, no stake in who I am,
anymore.

I have a question for you, Yesterday,
I'm just not sure what that question is yet.

Set the Pace

Convenience is a commodity of
genuine friendship.

Without your typical definition.

A commodity of convenience,
is the time,
patience,
and effort
put into being
convenient.

If you want someone
to pillow your fall,
you've got to be willing
to be the pillow first.

Bit of Advice

No heroes this time,
no winners in this war.

No one's listening.

Step away,
you know you should,
but shoot your mouth instead.

No one hears you.

It's as if you're saying
all the wrong words
to all the wrong people,
at the worst possible time.

Saw my sights behind me,
but speaking your mind
with the filter off isn't the best idea.

Happiness in the Corner

I've come to the conclusion that
I don't have a captivating soul.

I can't seem to be capable
of grabbing your attention.

I'm authentic,
and it's a problem. . .

The fact that I fall off the bandwagon,
and its consistent pressure,
to be the type of person
-I'm not.

I'd rather have my eyes clawed blind,
than show the world a blind version of myself.

Spent endless time spent,
saying to myself,
"I'm too offbeat for this."

So I sit in what you think
is my sad corner of life,

but what can't you see?

Succeeding and Self Reliant

A year from today,
I’d like to be a better person.

Something I can't stop trying to be.

Clear the path,
pave the road for me to have;

patience,
appreciation,
compassion,
conviction.

The ability to shut myself out-
to be profoundly alone
in this mind of mine.


To shut out the voice of
what others are thinking.

Confidence, correct?

The ability to rely on myself.

Your Peace of Mind

Miss connection? Disconnect-
it's a matter of the mind.

Distract yourself from reality.
Run for your life.
Fight the frustration.

Sigh and
pick your battles.

You can't win this one.

Sigh again,
pick your battles.

Keep your distance.

Don't acknowledge the real issue,
fly with frustration
like the rest of the flock.

Ever seen a flock drop dead
for what seems like no reason?

Don't follow,
find.

The End

Sick of seeing
the political high horse,
as if it even exists.

Please realize, the
alt left and alt right
concept is abstract.

Conjure another way to
cause division among us.
Another excuse to argue.

Grant the ideas on both
that are worth exploring.
Even if you're ripe to say
one side is giving handouts.
Or the other is promoting prejudice.

Get a load of this new concept-
bad things AREN'T LABELED
left or right.

Nixon was a crook,
Clinton was an adulterer.
Johnson was an alleged racist,
Bush 2.0 put food on his family.

I could go on for hours
finding the fault in our current,
and former president/s.

The perfect president doesn't exist.
He's a man with the important,
but lousy job of seven roles
trying to please everyone.

The Cycle

Give up.
Don't give up.
Refuse to.
Rinse.
Repeat.
Move on with life.

To Throw it Away

I had my chance, I decided
to be a strong wind.

Blew you away.

Kissed you goodbye like
a fist to the face,
never looked back.

I thought about how. . .

I don't know
if I broke your confidence
or helped you lose
your self-esteem.

 I just know that our time was up.
   just know that our time was up.

We're not getting it back.
You are
            not getting it back.

 I'm not looking over my shoulder
ever again. Are you?

My back is turned-
I've got it all. .  .

The confidence-
the self-esteem.

I stole for myself ,
I don't think
you'll miss it.

 I don't think-
do you understand?

 Broken sentences,
             backs-

they cost you,
your own limbs to fix.

But us?
It doesn't cost us a thing.

There's an Angle to Everything

S5Z~N
3MWE. . .

If someone seems to have
a different perspective of the truth-

doesn't mean it isn't true.

Unless the intention was to lie to you.