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Got Problems

Sirens wail a final warning
One more reminder of change
Revert course to stabilize
To avoid life’s progression
To stay in this coma of comfort
No
I have avoided long enough
Time to take the next checkpoint
To see what is on the other side

That was months ago
Horrible falls
Bloodied hands
Eyes sulked
Back hunched
These times have been burdensome
Skies flaring flames with every breath
Turmoil quantified by oceans of cries
This constant improvisation
Changing tempos void of logic
Dissonance hobbling along halls of thought
An endless feedback
Lengthened decays
Shimmered reflections
Everything mixing like a drink
Simple ingredients taken for granted

To find the soul of others
Find common denominators
Safe and easy conversations
Placating minds to servitude

Stream

Crying a lot more
Randomly driving home
Slinking away from people

Maybe it’s constantly being alone
Echoes being my welcome
A pillow to hold onto through night

Maybe it’s all the regrets
Lives that I pretended
Loves that I rejected

Maybe it’s the multiverse
Showing me how it could have been
Infinite possibilities now impossible to me

Maybe it’s traversing the wrong road
Calling in blockades down the path
Setting up traps to misdirect

Maybe it’s just my destiny
To show how horrible things can end up
How the man in public hides secret pain

Maybe I don’t matter
Begging for ears to listen
Bellowing madness to the dark
Pleases to whys to denials
Chasing the paces to disgraces
Misstepping placating promises
Coronating the confection through…
…rhymes?
What am I saying?
Attempting beauty from disaster
Mercy to the failed angels
Those who looked but couldn’t help
Maddening cruise off the cliff

I wished for a halo
A peace to rub my shoulders
Soft whispers beaming love
Sedate the anxiety before awaking

I received damnation
A riot to punch me in the face
Harsh screams crusading through blood
Adrenaline panic after stumbling

So many streams leading to one place
Why is this journey so difficult?

Missing Out

I can’t help but feel like I’m not where I should be
I have ventured down some endless side road
No life but the lights in my head
Solitude that somehow invaded
Creeping the strings that hold your heart
Looking ugly in the mirror after the start
I’ve lost almost every battle I’ve fought
What makes it worst was I did it on purpose
I set myself up to lose
I only know this because I see the parallel life
Everything that could have been achieved
A future that was being handed to me
A choice of a wife, a career, a house
No dark nights medicated under a howling wind
Only love and proper meals
Receiving a kiss for almost all the rest of my days
That is what I gave up
In some immature smack of the hand
Rejecting things that pled to be accepted
Made cases for how it would save me
Though I didn’t care
I moved alone into the desert
Leaving the future to shatter with disbelief
Now I am in the other zone
Where there is no meaning to my future
Just a roadblock in the way of others
A memory most will choose to forget
Just a footnote amongst infinite depth

Honestly

Honestly, what is the fucking point?
People don’t act like they really are
A bar is filled with smoke and mirrors
Half hearted attempts to seem human
To have an aura of intrigue for attraction
It’s all fake
All is a pile of bullshit
All is sped up and pitch shifted to dissonance
The notes make no sense anymore
The melody intoxicates and jitters
The rhythm tries too hard
Not knowing where to turn
Shots that make me shiver in fright
Nostrils tangled up with the demons
All for what?
To meet a woman to have a family with?
HERE?!
This den of sin that attracts the lowest rungs
These walls hold the mold of counterpoint
Wanting one direction, moving the other
Contrapuntal movements tangle the stride
Trip over your own ambitions
One of the only dreams you ever had
And now the clock ticks your derailments
Side step after evacuation
Squandering what could have been
Some stability traded for tons of turbulence
A desire to crash while begging for the sky
Jesus, you really need to narrow your vision
You can’t have love and loneliness at the same time.

The Need to Move On

How long can the punishment last?
The slow dive of a knife
Burrowing under skin
Thrust and twist
Looking into eyes you trust
The only set that could break you
Those irises that left long ago
You lay there on the floor
Still reeling in a pool of dried blood
Vacant eyes hint towards deep thought
A quelling resurgence to take over
Maybe it is time to stand
To take the knife out of your side
Deal with the wound
Take a look around
See how the world moved on without you
See how you were of no consequence
How your former self was pitiful
Alone and sedentary
A parasite in the millennial generation

Though, hope doesn’t need to be lost
You could walk taller and correct your path
Get on the right road
Clear your vision
Let the wound scab over
Reject any further explorations of the pit
Deny the dark night into your soul
Let the light focus it’s shine on you
Next to the ocean
Stretched muscles and a full heart
Isn’t that the mission?