someone so strange

its so strange
i barely know you
yet i miss you
alone in this bed
as if you're supposed to be here

i hope you have adventures
i wish you new amazing things
arriving departures
as the air by you sings
bringing you further
there is a world of experience
so many wonders to behold
and in between
new stories to be told

i want to hear them all

inspiration as an art form

its so strange
i can not figure out my muse
its as though she isn't there
i think as my brain blows a fuse
she seems to only inspire
in the moments i'm not there
unavailable for art
neglecting to be fair

maybe my artistic conduit isn't one with something to leave
but rather a social construct forming around me

the people i meet
and places i'm in
all looking to be inspired
by whatever they can
my art my muse
inside spiraling around
to flow to whats right
i cant keep distractions
or the beauty i see
so i let it flow straight out of me
when somebody asks
where is your mind
i can only really answer
that I've left that behind

i feel you in my bones

if this goose is cooked
whats with all the feathers?
the ices and the blues
are shredding through the weather

it seems as though
in another universe
you and i led a full life together
never looking to hate
stuck in simple intrigue
something i'll remember forever

but we acquire
all things a must
our lives at random
including trust
feel our hips together
in a spiritual thrust
i may be a muse
fluid and unrealistic
but i feel you in my bones
a feeling that may stick

my muse myself

so these things, these things all provide new
the new so far, is the same old jive
the queen so lonely
longing to be a different part of the hive
i like her, wish in this swarm
that these little bees did not follow
i wish to go alone
i can not help all of you
not like what you need
the watering is up to you
i simply plant the seed

I am a Muse.

old friends, old music

I've known these people a long time

I know most of them very well

though times change

we seem to trade

it seems strange

downward spiral

que generic scene drop

unique line

the speakers play pop

my life the indie movie

just doesn't seem to end

it plays on loop

continue till I'm dead

but hold.

the scene changes

an unexpected surprise

after watching this movie 

a thousand times

it feeds and gives life 

to intangible rhymes

the beat rises

and my tune begins to quirk

with the loss of sameness

loss of stress to shirk 

i swim in this sea

and cease to sink

depressive smiles

I sit wondering if I’m depressed
Ponder as I smile
Heading the call of distress
I suppose I’ll be here a while

But the journey takes me
Takes me somewhere new
Somewhere near you
You, who I am, and will always be
I travel onward
Go so far
And yet so close
On this tiny planet
Home bound for the coast
With this piece of toast
So gently placed in my mouth
Nourishing my doubt
And yet suspending all disbelief

i try

i try,
i try very hard sometimes
i try to not get involved
its not fair to other people
i'm a mess
and i'm aware
but i try

i turn a blind eye
all the world can still see me
open in all aspects
except for knowing where to be
i've never felt so alone
i've never wanted to leave this much
stuck in waiting
i've never longed so for your touch

i travel alone
even with all these people
aboard my time boat
traveling freely

i will be ok
life goes on always with or without me

interesting thoughts

interesting thought i had today...

i had heard that in modern times when one dies,
people contact them by messaging their facebook.

so when you die you become your facebook profile.
(this is what i imagine hell being like)

but my quandary with this is what about the people who are only doing things on facebook,
and therefore are their facebook profile...
do those people count as living?
are they immortalizing themselves?
or are we limiting ourselves?

holy fuck shots

back to the basics

cant wake up 

cant wake up

where has my conscience gone

it seem so far

but then again 

that is the way dreams are

cant wake up

must wake up

though i think i speak

i am but lost again

slumber prevails

secrets held in my brain

i cant wake!

wake me up!

radical opinions and ideas float through

as my station begins to melt sending me to the large horizon where no man should e'er dare enter 

For this is his layer 

the layer of your inner demons 

he tortures you with your favorite things in life because he holds them all

...

now...

i cant sleep

god damn insomnia 

intruding my brain

like a virus

and i'm going insane

eyes RED

feel like the walking dead

summer

loss of communication
waves in my brain
can't do this again
where must my emotions go
if my sleeve is not a fitting place?
I'm stuck in this rut
hoping soon I'll get out
beyond all reason
I am reaching all my doubts

if only, if only
I knew your pretty face
so strange and foreign
as the scent of your lace
acquainted for so long
yet my perceptions so wrong
who are you again?
rise only to fall
hoping soon that you'll call
the only question left is when