Foreign Disputes

a knife, pushed into my side
swearing to it's esoteric faultlines
bullets and missiles discreetly symbolic
of the words used between school kids

the letters push the margins a little further away
and for the sake of art, we make the same
repetitive mistakes
(for repetition soothes the savage beast)

I am a burial of my past indiscretions
I am a plot of land that shall forever be fought for
I am a bullet in a loaded gun
I am a human sacrifice to appease God

where do children go when they die?
a moment in succession preceding the last breath
I am an epilogue

To Burn the Fire in the Night

the torch
passed
between
two
distinguishable
shapes
tearing holes
through
a canvas
painted black
hanging from
the moon
at midnight
we share
the night

Admiration of Broken Teeth

I've got a hand full of glass
broken teeth and a knife
the smell of discontent is like
rusted metal.
aching
and burning

Missing

an ache is something
deep inside of you
that yearns to be noticed
a pain you can't shake
and i am aching
for your voice
for your smell
for the taste of your lips
i yearn deeply to hold
to hold you in my arms
to kiss you and say goodnight
and wake up again, to you
your eyes staring into mine
in know i will be safe

Addition

Relieved,

I guess, would be the word for it

In this minute I feel as if my life

is meant for more

more than what it's worth

like addition,

two individual numbers

when paired

become something greater 

than their individual selves

and I, like a number,

am greater

when paired with you.

is it safe to say that you, like me,

feel the same?

pour me another drink, barkeep

I am really just a lost soul carrying a Jack & Coke around waiting to become something worth keeping. I have never really played the good guy, but i'm impartial to the bad guy as well. I more or less am just some twenty-something, walking around like a chicken with his head cut off wondering when this ride is going to end. Life is like being stuck on public transit, bumping into the worlds strangest people in the most god-awful scenarios.

Heroin addicts shooting up in gas station bathrooms. Random people walking into your house trying to sell you steak. Sleeping alone every night, wondering how the hell did I end up like this?

Change is inevitable, I know this, and I do embrace this, however, it chooses the damnedest times to show it's face.

Here is to drunken nights with friends, playing music on a corner making 13 bucks outside of some Redneck family reunion, skating until your legs feel like they are going to break in half, sitting on a roof smoking cigarettes and playing guitar til the sun comes up, blaring "London Calling" and still knowing every single word.

Here is to basement shows and playing your heart out to all of your friends and strangers that just happened to show up; to watching cartoons because they remind you of when you were a kid; to still collecting comicbooks even though it is looked at as nerdy.

Here is to always embracing your youth, no matter what your age. Working a steady job you don't like because it pays the bills but staying child enough to play cops and robbers in the middle of the night.

Here is to being yourself at any cost, to watching the sun rise and fall like a pendulum because we all now in our hearts that life is not permanent, it does end and you should always embrace the things you love, even if it doesn't quite work out how you would like it to right away.

I am 25 years old, and I will always love getting my hands a little messy and enjoying life to the fullest, no matter who comes and goes. I hope more of you stick around, because it's not over yet.

this is change

on a corner
hands in pockets
screaming for attention
you say you want to change the world
well I know that it's a waste of time
we were born into this
we were born into all of this
this empty void between here and there
so i stand, complacent
and i wonder
how's it going to end?

cancerous light

you are a beam of light coming down from the heavens
shining downward upon my face
burning like a galaxy
leaving me unarmed

every man wishes to become legend
every time given it's chances
but here, under this light, i am helpless.

LOVE

Love is a burning airplane
waiting to become wreckage