something

it's a chore,
man,
finding the something.
the something
i have no good words for.
the something that
prods me forward
when i'm stalling out
and sleepwalking.
the something that
pings back at lonely 3am
when i'm convinced
there's no one but me.
the something that finds me
sees me through crowds of no one.
i'm tired of searching
through nothing
with nothing in sight
just stuck in this perpetual
thick and frustrated night
keeping my own heart beating.

Night Daydream

I could go to bed.
Sure.
If I wasn't so busy
Dancing in the dark
Drinking in the corner of the kitchen
Lipsynching to Journey.

I'm feeling more me
Than usual
And more alone
Than I am.

Other people's
Projected thoughts
Are getting me angry.

Other people's
Stupid lives

I'm dreaming before sleep,
Inventing actual souls
To play with,
To create a space of meaning
Around me.

I'm talking to the air
Staring through the walls
Wondering where I really am
And why and when and whaaaaat.

Hello?

I speak so easy
Quietly, from my own mind.
Are you listening?

I hear your brain.

Telepathy is
Sort of a thing, in a way.
With the right person.

Not so shiny tonight

In my bleaker moments
I get a peek
At the obvious hopelessness
Of everything
Of existence
The horrible void
How dull it all is on the surface
How dull it still is a few layers down
Digging deeper for naught
Just feels like masturbation
What is right, or good, or real
Is anything there outside my own mind
Is it even worth the bother
Who am I even writing this for
And who do I think will care.

Not a fucking soul.

100 Proof

I pour it down
Drink the drinks
I'm open, needy
Left alone and alone and alone
The only soul left awake
Every nerve alive
Screaming with feeling
And lonely endings
I am the only one
Here.

Skeptic Jr.

"mom,"
she woke me,
"magic
isn't
real."

i didn't respond
at first
confused
proud and sad.

Had to buy new bed sheets

I dug a hole with my toes
Into the last ones
Apparently.
I don't recall doing this.

Hushhhhh

Stillness speaks loudest
The forces of my nature
Communicate in thought
Can't you hear?
The words get caught
In the small of the funnel
Until there's nothing but
Quiet energy
Hear my silence
Hear it
Feel it

TBT poem

written about 9 or 10 years ago? eeesh, i can't remember.
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the sound of a million
screaming gods
couldn’t clear my head now.
better judgment,
the imposing father of reality,
i know you’re there
but leave me to this
discordant soul song tonight
drunk and alone and praying to
every idealistic memory i let fall
those lovely images of hell
abandoned for comfort and convenience
when it’s this sweet instability
that’s always justified my existence.
the awkward tragedy of love.

Amélie

The French pours through
Between my ears
Piano love through my soul
Reds and yellows and blacks
Irreverent beauty
My limbs get loose
Eyes drain
At the vulnerable girl
On screen
So much more
Everything
More lovely than I
Carrying a garden gnome
Under her jacket.

Reading other people's poetry

I read things that affect me
Deeply
Things that may be secrets.
I see all these
Undisguised words
(Unlike mine).
Raw thoughts.
Painful words.

I've had those thoughts.
Have them.
I read these things
That I've felt so hard,
Maddening
Unrelenting
Despair.
And I can't respond.

I feel a mental loneliness
When I'm the only one
In my head.
Maybe that's
A little crazy.
Yeah.
Probably.

But reading this
I feel as if
Maybe I'm in someone else's
Head.
I'm a ghost,
A bystander
To another's pain.
I'm here
Whether I'm seen
Or not.

Be

What I want
Is an abstract
Unclear destination
Vision out of focus
I'll know it when I feel it
I hope.

What I want
Is what every soul
should need
What it can't live without
But what can't mine?

Why am I?
I'd search for an answer
But I'm so tired of
Being wrong
Sick of the wasted journey.

I'm here to exist
Quiet and meditative
I'll sit silent and mysterious
As if I've already found my
Nirvana.

I
Will
Just
Be.

:(

There's times
We're both present
We both exist
In the same reality.
We can really
See each other.
But normally
Most days
I just feel like
Very annoying
Furniture.

Quiet

The more I say, the more I regret saying
So I don't say anymore.
I keep it.
I erase it.
I let things move along without me
And just work within my own bubble.
This is working out
For everyone,
I just need to stop worrying
Whether or not I still exist.
Just keep on keeping on.
Just shut up and be.
Hold still
hush up
and let them pass.

Mindless Transformation

I am so
Sober
I don't know what to do.

I get to sleep
At a decent hour.

I eat right
And exercise
And make the dinner.

I don't care where my
Spark had gone
Am mildly worried
It may have gone out.

I clean and I
Work and I
Read bedtime stories.

Nothing is fun
But nothing is horrible.
I don't read I don't write
I just try not to think
Too deeply
Try not to
Want anything
Try not to dream.

I drink my morning coffee
And I go back to bed
Try for a magical 8 hours
In any combination
Try not to try
Listen to the message
On repeat
You can be better
You will be better
You have to be better
Than this.

Once I fix me
The rest has to fall into place.

Right?