I haven’t wrote a good poem in mon… My bed is spotted with blood; My wrist - swollen and bruised. I’m failing a college course. I have little idea what I’m doing…
Sometimes you must wonder, Are you the Player: Running, kicking, Laughing, loving; The scorer of the points,
I met an old man dying in pain He told me my generation sucks We’ll end up in flame We aren’t worth a fuck And i’m insane
There you are, Real as Yesterday, Beautiful as Tomorrow, With cat-lash, blue eyes. Our bodies embrace,
Soaring, Thursday nights pass by; Familiar stars Nearby. Relentless,
People will ask you to speak up, They will beg you, persistently, Until you are yelling. They will tell you to stop yelling… Until you talk normally.
I’m a conjunction; AndSean the foreground; OrSean forgotten; WhoSean I’m the bridge and the build up I’m the elevator and the stairs
An acquaintance, A friend, A cutout, subordinate, Piece of cardboard Sat down next to me.
You drank an ocean of coffee. You got lost down by the bay. Time chews you up like toffee, And spits you out the following da… Everyday you should celebrate,
At work Everyone dressed up like zombies Unaware Of their surroundings They wear frowns
Everyone’s in such a fucking hurry But you got nowhere to go, What’s the point of rushing When we’ll end up 6 feet below. I woke up to a dead raccoon