interchangeable

It's been
another year
since what
I don't even know
I stopped counting the days
because I didn't know
what it meant
in the first place

I guess
this is just
cheers
to making it
another
day

love is neither a game or a battlefield

I'll show you I love you
but I'm not gonna, like
"I'LL SHOW YOU", I love you

I for an I

You only want me, when they want me
You'll only love me, if the crowds adore me

If I sing out of tune, when I talk 'in that tone of voice'
you cringe

Notice
 How uneven my smile, the yellow of my teeth

Mention how pretty I'd be, if

If only
I could love myself
Then, I'd prove to all
How worth loving, I am

two steps behind

Here's that feeling, come near again
Quickening the heart, expanding
 Space in which I hold together
(between the atoms)
Vibrant in this form
Where to begin
To direct

Watching, as from above
Mind reaching, trying to define
Time and distance within a handspan

What is it you're looking for?
Will words be enough, to tell?

A Tree Falls

up here on this stage alone

here, a whisper, hear a moan

you watched me, tangled too

louder voice, frightened hoot

what is hanging in the air

picture perfect, laden word, be clear

here, the actor carries on

what follows

on the wings of stories spawned

Don't Eat Poetry For Breakfast

What i meant:
i move through the world, never quite connecting
sometimes i reach out, sometimes i talk shit under my breath
and i hear you, don't you know
i see you watching, you curse me under your breath, but you lie to me
to spite me, there is emptiness all around me
i can be anything, it's all rabbit holes
tomorrow i will be nothing again

Buck the System

i think you'd prefer
if i didn't get all choked up
fist nervously clenching on the words
that won't, don't, can't say
''you touched me'
without flying and screaming

i think it'd be easier
if I was removed
able to say
a pretty thing, the
sweet, ebullient thing

rather than these
excessive, effusive
things
that don't rely on directives
for meaning