Declaration of War

I want you to scream insecurities
Beg and plead to hear the words we once portrayed on canvas
Because one day, these words will go to waste
Buried before our corpses touch the casket
My last breath is less anticipated than my last word

One day, desolate deserts of despair will become the majority of the Earth
As our water decays and fades away into the ozone
Turn to toxins and venom after the contamination from my stabbing words
And rain hate all over the city you are in
So that not only will you be consumed in the rapture of regret
But you will watch the buildings you touched be purged of your recollection

I hope you feel as every memory burns and dissipates into nothing
Not even air
As that is still sustainable through the art of breathing
I hope the rain drowns and suffocates you
So that you will black out in the collapsing scene of this film
And wake up in the next scene in the credits
Far away from the public view
And be forced to watch the words escape the page
And watch you scrape at the screen to take them back

I want you to be corroded by the edge of my declaration of war
Let the wishes of the words and verbs take you away
As those are all we have left to fight our battles with

Challenge Her

The world is going down
Sinking into the black oblivion of the universe
Magnitude outplays longitude
Can you read our depth by the constellations?
How deep are we in?
When will we meet again?
When will we hit the dense bottom of the founding of life itself?
If cities on Earth are burning
Who is out there to keep us turning?
Suddenly nothing matters
The history we have made
The progress compiled
So minuscule in the grand scheme
Never have the stars looked so big
We can see the breath pulsate and resonate off of the light
The steel skeletons of the corporations are nothing now but dust
Even through the end, survival is not a must
Predestination makes no sense
We are destined to die

Unlocked

Low key
Slowly
Lead fills me up to my forehead
Help me from falling
Can't keep it up
I'll end up asleep on the floor

Don't help me
Leave me here
I can do it on my own
I swear
No need to kneel

You're A Balloon Booth

On the contrary
You are quite the carnival game
As we waste what we value
At your low funded and deserved gain
You seem to know how to play your own stage
Pop our wishes, hopes, and dreams
Knock down our smiles and self esteem
You are a puddle of misconstrued ligaments
Not much else seems to hold you together
We pay for you to have your way
Put down the mic that is your name
And leave us to play our game
And God forbid you see us smile
As this is war
Metal piercing the shallow, scattered hearts on the board
If for any reason it is your value on the mark
Drop the darts and the money and run
Turn away empty handed
Prizes are for winners only
And you make sure to make us feel the latter

Modern Motive

Contemporary is my new favorite word
It surrounds me
I have a contemporary pencil
Contemporary paper
Contemporary hair and clothing

I am the modern man
No mask will turn back time for me
Nostalgia has no home here

Contemporary house
Contemporary classroom
Contemporary friends

We find going outside a thing of the past
Digital and superficial worlds lay inside
Change is the booming business associate here

Contemporary art
Contemporary money
Contemporary crime

We can illegally alter our identity now
With just a sequence of altered and arranged numbers
Who are we here?

Opportunity Equipment

You've got blue jean shoes and a ripe attitude
HB2 says the might between my fingers
Manipulate the greatest powers you couldn't conceive
If at a time you would actually write
Not paint a picture for your newest flavor
But take time to realize that words mean more
More than just, "You're pretty and I like you"
But can give the trumpet at Jericho something to die for
We establish war and peace with a simple pen
The legal commitment and exile of life is signed after spoken
We write out words that you have broken

You call yourself a poet
No
You are a harasser of fluency
Murderer of monotonous medians
Generic dropout of theme
You think you have talent because of positive outlook
Positive input
You have never heard what you need to hear

So I will tell you
You are nothing more than a love sick
Fragment prone
Image densing
Anger commencing
Scribbling
Waste of breath and paper
With a pen

Educate Me

I couldn't help but to notice that you are a lot like my school schedule

Algebra:
You are a tab bit difficult to understand
Variables and complexes that lead to holding hands
Equations and intercepts that make it unclear
Getting past first period is just unconscious fear

English:
We begin to speak as soon as you come outside
Talking of modeling and bad music for the ride
It's when the silences never surface
That tonight has given more than purpose

Theater:
It's about time we start to act
Although nothing will happen, aware of this fact
If the night is our curtain, the mountain the stage
The first scene went well, from your reaction I gauge

Lunch:
Lunch is not a class. I don't compare women to objects, let alone food.

Latin:
Hidden meaning lost in your words
But gentle acceptance is given assured
Translate the story you've hidden in key
Lost in perception, regardless of me

Chemistry:
Here we finally feel to connect
Ionic bonds won't let us forget
This is temporary, a change of state
Properties leave as a mixture separates

Sociology:
Why? Why does it happen this way?
As we approach the end of the day
Talk are in depth and gathering meaning
The theory of cause is less than a feeling






I honestly think this is a crap poem. I just like my idea behind it.

"Give me

coffee and TV"




Nothing is real with insomnia
Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy.

I am giving plays a rest after this one. DV is going to have a teen parody of a soap opera, and I am either being cast as the emo character or the jock character. Going to devote my time to that. Oh, and school.

I saw a tattoo of an ampersand on a band, and I thought it was pretty cool. I would get one, but it isn't meaningful, nor is it original.

"This means nothing to me

Because you are nothing to me"



Matthew looks like a bird.



Memorize. Memorize. Portray. Portray. Study. Feel. Feel. Perform. End.