Resourceful.

It’s not about what you have done,
Or what you can do.
It’s not a thing that’s bound to reality.
Our unhappiness is bound only
by our imagination,
and our imagination
is limitless.

. . .

There is somebody living in my skin.

Everyday I wake up
and begin dying
there is somebody living in my skin
this wretched horror
rebels and riots
and it is winning.
Everyday I wake up
I wake up less
as this monster
phases out my habits
stops calling my friends
finds new modes of expression
and looks down on things
I look back on fondly.

. . .

That’s when the screaming started

It was nothing for me
to put on a face
and fit in
until
I realized
I now fit perfectly
in this hole
I’ve dug for myself

. . .

Feminism

It’s not late
but it’s not early
and the girl on the side walk
walks a little bit faster
than she would like
and that's all you need to know
about being a girl
in this world

. . .

No Choreography.

Everyday, I dance with the universe
to the same song
and everyday we hold perfectly still
the universe and I
as if waiting
for the rules to finally make sense
until one of us relents, with a sigh -
I'll lead, and you can follow.

. . .

Welcome to the Club.

In wonder, humor, or terror
everything I love and hate
leaves me breathless
including you.

. . .

Living loving life

I run, I laugh, and I weep
tears of sweat
that scream, I'm here
and I'm trying.

. . .

Reading; Comprehension.

When I talk and you can
tell what I mean -
not because I've achieved
communication, but because
you've achieved comprehension
and reading people.

. . .

Day and Night

The difference between you and me
my friend
is the difference between day and night,
because while the logic
remains unchanged,
there are many things
sanity would stop you
from saying
in the light of day.

- - -

Truth

Truth
is a weighty topic
unless you are talking
rather recklessly
about being true
to yourself
in which case
no more alcohol for you
my dear, dear, drunk friend

. . .

The Question

How we crave
for connection
has a tell
hiding in plain sight
in every conversation
that should
within the limitation of polite society
end
but then, you ask
the question

What about you?

. . .

Ignorance

What if heaven is not a place
for joy, pleasure, or euphoria
but oblivion
where, not acutely aware
of your own unhappiness
You can finally find
bliss

. . .

A day in the life

Anxiety
Doubt
Disarray
Delirium
Despair
and then,
quite suddenly-
Hope.

. . .

Methods of Rationality

While equally terrible
feeling everything at once
or nothing at all
should at least have the decency
of being mutually exclusive
and it is beyond reason
that my chest can feel
empty and heavy
all at once

. . .

Shakespeare was a fucking genius.

Be a Roman in Rome
be charming, be delightful
be active, be beautiful
be articulate, be sociable
be funny, be responsible
be carefree, be fashionable

but still, and this is important -
be yourself.
. . .

Dazed, but not quite confused

Not here in the present, no
but not quite in the past either,
defying me and defying time,
you are in limbo, in dreams
that are not quite nightmares

. . .

Today 3:00 AM

Sometimes when I get too drunk and can't sleep
sometimes when it's three in the morning and I can't sleep
mostly when it's dark enough and I can't sleep
I toss and turn and curse the world
and then still awake
I stare at the ceiling
and quietly
miss you.

. . .

Disquiet.

Sometimes you need
your friends to have your back
your ambitions to keep on track
sometimes you need to get lost in thought
sometimes to not care about a lot
sometimes to have a change of pace
sometimes to stay in a place

Other times what you need is silence.

. . .

Litmus

Sure,
someone poking at you
once in a while
is a nice change of pace,
but how okay would you be
with your insides laid out
for someone else to discern
what you are made of
once and for all

...

One Motif, Many Songs

In chasing
in circles
a belief in the present
a hope for the future
One could argue
Faith is the underlying motif
in God
and other science fiction

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