Papers scattered across an otherwise bare countertop, save a single cup of coffee. The late nights have become a regular occurrence; sleep becoming distant, like the lover you still long for though they have long since moved away. These cherished nights, exhausting as they are, ignite a special spark inside the minds of the overlooked. Minds turning like clockwork, with everlasting batteries, as to never slow. Those few who dwell, experimenting, creating dreams, while the remainder of the world slips into its slumber simply watching theirs; those who refuse to see life as it has been painted in front of them; those who have, entirely unknowingly, been blessed as mind shapers.

The star dwellers. The world changers. 

Thoughts aimlessly pouring

Opening every pore

Seamlessly soaring 

Creating gaping sores

When words don't have a place

And you can say no more

When the breathing on your neck

Knocks you to the floor

Emotions all devoured 

Washed away by the shore

Locked with a thousand keys

But they can still kick in a door

And now your mind is flooded

And you can't tell what for

Everything that you wanted 

But still unbeknownst if it's pure

So kiss the mouth of Jack

Knowing that's an awful cure

The last ounce down your throat

Then kill Jim too, to be sure

Small talk with a toilet seat

Face down on a bathroom floor

Look at where you put yourself

Reckless fast break failed to score

Drunk Texting

The way the wine

Whispers "you're mine"

The way the gin

Is such a sweet sin

The way the pabst

Makes me laugh

The way the whiskey

Seductively kissed me

The way the rum

Said I was "the one"

The way the vodka

Was a sexy broad, the

way the scotch

Had lessons it taught

The way the beer 

Was fantastically weird...

The drinks can't ever compare

To the feeling when I know you're there.