snowballs

it has to be done today
we have to clip your wings
both pairs
the ones at home on the chair
the ones riding in my car
even the ones that shined in my eyes
all the time
its sad in a way
yes indeed
i'll miss all the cliche things
and the little bits more that
really made it into me
if you don't know
Cody and i have become great friends
if you don't know
Cody doesn't exist, well,
out here he doesn't
we'll both be hanging out on this
side of the wall
if you ever make it out here

i can meet everyone
i can also meet everyone
i can also do also almost nothing
and remain alone
compromise
it's the best possibility
the things in our dreams do not exist
it's a fairy tale once told
they'll fight you for a parking space
and rip out your eyes
sleep now....
tomorrow it'll hurt a little less

some of the times

some of the times a song says it better

Gimme all the hate you feel.
Binge and purge
All over, cannot change, we’re gonna destroy.
Breathe in the sea of seas, we’re in this together.

Random hearts that beat for each other,
Random hearts in a cruel, cruel world.

I don’t care what they hear
I know the way, say same.
Broken fingers for broken chords.
The effort is indelible,
The frequency is not decay.
We’re in this together.

Random hearts that beat for each other,
Random hearts in a cruel, cruel world.

The only world you’ll ever know
Is what you see in a movie.
Suburban TV babies,
We share the same accent.
American disillusion.
We’re in this together.

Random hearts that beat for each other,
Random hearts in a cruel, cruel world

It Burns When We Piss

we as people surround ourselves with pleasure
we as people submerse ourselves with happiness
we as people criticize everything
and never care for anything
we put holes in our chest
where our feelings use to be
and we don't even acknowledge the strangers
on the street
so many people pass their whole day without
acknowledgment
i'll admit, at times it's really not
worth caring for
i find myself talking with strangers
and occasionally making my way away from them
i talk and mumble as i turn my back
and i run from them
the phone never rings
the computer never weeps
and the blank space in my passenger seat
will always be filled
even if it's imaginary...

It's All Guaranteed

it's hopeless out here,
in a world ruled by fashion
in a society ruled by discontent
in a place where no one can be free
mentally
it's dreamless out here,
walking zombies
blood sucking leeches
they stick to your heart and brain
and suck every pure thing out of you until
you can no longer be what you were when you
decided what you wanted and how you wanted
your reality to correspond
it all ends the same
badly
what have we learned?
laugh at everything
and understand nothing
taunt everyone
and subconsciously destroy every living
being
we can all erase pictures and notes,
we can burn possessions at the steak
we can tell ourselves all day,
that things are gone
but your memory can destroy you
as it tried to destroy me before
as it will try to destroy me again
you may not know why you are even here
but you also realize that it's not to be here
or there
drive out to the mountains
drive out to the sea
nothing waits for you out there
like nothing waits here for me

the hat

the hat wears itself
out that is
the hat has sweat stains
and a band around it,
sometimes it doesn't get worn for awhile
sometimes it gets worn out
it stinks
but the hat never tries to be here
or be there
or be everywhere
the hat is exactly that
a hat
it's not perfect in any way
flaws all over the goddamn place
and it's an obstruction to beauty
it's just ridiculous for something like this
to even exist
but it does
its here in my lap now
my hat
dirty nasty mangled old hat
i don't know why i like you
you're an inanimate object
you don't love or hate, or lust or press forth
you can be worn by anyone,
but not everyone
save me
oh hat
make me

The Quiet One

we're both sitting here
it's dense