I've got friends

Who carry me on
And say hello
But don't bother telling me where to go

We drive in course and unison too
I'll be driving far away from you

I can shake your words
And I can shake your vibe
But I know that you are there most of the time

I hope that you aren't driving there
Because honestly, about you, I don't care

Tonight the ball drops on the night
And these paper cuts and paper cars
Will remind us that every one can be stars

Care Tonight

You had kind eyes
The ones that held the love and wisdom to teach a boy
Teach him that there is love everywhere
Even when he doesn't feel it
And when he cries
He could always turn to see that someone is there

I like those eyes

You have red eyes
The ones that scream in pain while tears blister
Your voice trembles over the dinner table
As you scratch your way back to bed
Because everything hurts you now

I miss your eyes

You have everything
And I hate myself for not even realizing that someday
You won't be there to smile with me

And that someday could be tomorrow


I'm not ready to stop smiling

We can just stop.

^I think your blog is like this.
Just dying to fit in.

We don't need to be friends anymore.
Really.
At this point, I just don't care.
If you don't, okay.

Stoplight Roulette

I'll the know the world is ending
When I hear your voice in the radio
Emitting the lies that I once held so dear to my heart
Transmitting the words that deteriorate us

I'll gamble my life
With the barrel of a revolver in my mouth
Before I give it to you again

Drown

There is something romantic about not breathing
Unconscious intimacy dwelling on the dark side of dreams
As close to understanding what little we know as we will get
As truth and shallow worlds and hydrogen and oxygen wave over me

I want to see the blue turn into black
Send my nightmares and hopes to the bottom of the sea
Wash away what writings I tend to leave on the surface
And scrape the etchings of time away from the charred remains of renovation

I want to stop breathing
Stop the warm, consistent flow to know why I was brought here
Not have the burden of the sensation of weight of any sort among me
But just drifting down into the ocean, clear and black in harmony

Max

I'm looking forward to the rekindling of memories in two weeks
As a childhood story is being portrayed in a whole new way

It was our thing
There isn't another way to describe it
Just like Goodnight Moon, Green Eggs and Ham, Toy Story, and Nightmare Before Christmas

This is just one of our things

I think I might cry in the movie
As it has been somewhere near twelve years since that book was opened between us


I'm excited for the rumpus

Shared Documents

My eyes turn back
Search the inner electric synapses of my brain
Find out the plug is short circuiting my hardware
Stinging pulsation of volts shock my memory

Push to remember

I used to worship God
I taught myself how to write out of hate for the pencil grip
I had a multitude of imaginary friends that consistently moved away
I never lost a football game against myself in the backyard
I planted the maple tree at the corner of the fence

The maple tree is still there, but it is not mine
The backyard I used to conquer is now someone else's stadium
The friends have moved away and are in imaginary high school
The handwriting is sloppy and uneven because of the incorrect finger placement
And I find nothing in the word of God