Used to Be

im slowly forgetting everything.

when was today and how long ago was yesterday?

should i live completely in the present

or hold on to you?

what if i wrote a play about you.

could you forgive me then.

or would that make things worse.

i hope you talk to me again.

im too smart to be doing math.

i think i should be a poet.

but thats silly and asinine.

i cant be that confident!

The Man in Me

guess im ready to start growing up.

in a weird, existential, out of body expierence today, i saw how different i am now then 10th grade me.

at first this was one of the most depressing moments of my life, but now i think that it was just a moment. and thats whats important.

and as i sit here each song brings more moments, connecting the sad, happy, and neutral memories of the past.

These Days

haha its almost all over.

im not back there any more.

I'm not passing out in front of the TV during luke wilson's attempted suicide in The Royal Tenenbaums.

I'm watching it. And realizing that's where i am.

But I'm not in love with anyone and I never have been.

Except for maybe.

adventure time.

I seem to return more and more to childhood.


free hair cuts in the kitchen.
trading pokemon for fun.
missing cartoon network episodes.
being cared for when you're hurt.
excited about the donuts there are.
and dreaming about what the future can be.


These thoughts won't last long. as we all fade.

Stress

This is another poem i wrote at a party.

But this time i was outside and alone.

Why do you do this? The cold strikes you.

Feels like what you remember. A thought of yours will remain forever.

You do not deserve this. Make a change for truth and hope. I love you.

My Girls

I wrote this poem at a party while on the floor surrounded by attractive people.

Messes to be made.

Love to be found.

Pie to be eaten.

Hair products are acceptable.

Pyscho Killer

Sometimes life fights you.
But I love you still.
The lost ways of mind control.
The deeds of man,
Simplicity is key with your emotions.