it's my time now

i've been breaking

piece

by

p

iec

e...

....

..........
for awhile now.

pieces inside

pieces scattered all

over

the floor

all over the ground
pieces of pieces
found all around

pieces shattered -

pound by pound

each step

each walk

walk on -walk over

walk through
walk in

walk I-N-G
down the road to bust

pieces turn to dust

and fade to dust

fin
to sweep - to shape- to shift

in line w
remove(d) from

then to disappear

breathe in
then out to

just disappear

i am many pieces

my many pieces of grain
without wax
all in wane

it is time for the run
it is time for the howl

shiver shake to pieces
move

transpire

i can feel it leaving mei can feel it slipping

i can feel it being taken

like every joy

every moment

every person

every love

every piece.like losing everything

all over - alone again.listen

i hear

the sound

of screaming

babies

mother -less- child -less-

endless

hopeless...

less and less

yes... soon i will be gone

it's almost time for me to leave

leave behind the army of sharks
&sheep

it is my time now to sleep

years later you will forget all about me

in some ways you already have.

what damaged goods

2:37 am
it's the nights like this that really shake me up.
with my bedroom window open
the air is sharp and i want it to rain
it's nights like this where i really see what i'm made of -
it's like i'm standing on the edge
always on the edge
ready to jump
fall? ready to fly away.
how could i feel something so strong  just a week ago
only to lose it now- like it was never there.
a trick i was taught at an early age?
most likely.
and when i think about it for a minute...
it makes me kinda sad that i wish i could feel it again
but it's gone.
yes... that one is gone forever
and i am here
dancing on my edge of the night
ready to jump fall leap fly whatever
ready to dance the only way i know how
it's the nights like this
that i live for.

don't let the shit people bring you down

deal with the shit heads
head on you're a part of what makes the scene
and whether you like it or not
you are a part of the party
you are a part of the group
don't think you have some kind of control over those people
cause in the waiting room
in the waiting line
they creep in
they suck you dry
they are leeches
and it shakes your head
rattles your walls
-
some people are stronger
most people just look strong in the line of fire
what's funny is that those people aren't really strong
they just don't care
they don't think about what is good and what is toxic
they like the party
they like the attention
and for a time being they feed off it.
they eat that shit up
- but

sad sorry sundays

another sob story
slurred words
(?) lacking form
lacking meaning
sloppy jumbles of
meaningLESS
MESS
and the more said
equals less
and
less.
drunk
drink
drank
drop
drip drip drip
drop
slop!
tape (that pie hole)
shut
shit
shoot it down
where did you go?
where was i when you left?
i stare at the table
i stare at you
mouth open
spit spatting everywhere
spilling sob stories
sad silly stories
all that's left of you

monsters move mad

i'm part monster
more monster than you know
i don't ever know what lies--
--inside skin
inside me--
devil(s) hide love-
and lurk high
inside my mind.
my monsters
and my devils hide well.
one may not find them
or know them
no one knows them like i do.
they remain in silence
quietly
they brew

what am i to you? seriously?

what am i to you?
looking around
i see
everyone -is - something
to you...
or has been
to you -
at some time or another-
and i don't want to be
somewhere on your list of many
i don't want to be
mixed up in the masses
i don't want to be
one of the ones lost between the pages
lost between the lines
lost somewhere between the in between days
i don't want to be just a name or face
if i can't be the one
i'd rather just say fare thee well-
and think of it as just another slip
another slip up
i need to clean up
another bad mark
to mark down in my book
it was fine while it lasted
less fine thinking that i mean nothing to you
-good sex if anything
i'd rather just leave you with all your others
the new mornings
of a new dawn
i'd rather leave you
and forget
the memory of us -
and all the secret nights
hidden shadows
i'd rather forget-
the memory of you and i
must leave
so i can move on
and take it as a lesson learned
c'est la vie---

silly

i talk a lot of shit
cause i can
and i will
cause i'm right
and i'm smarter and i been through it and i'm right and smarter
and you are a silly little thing
so clueless you doing what you do because you think it's the right thing to do.
the difference between me and you
is i know more
and things are what they are
get lost as long as you can get yourself back since i know where i stand i know where to land