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. 

Masks

Will we ever find

A moment in time

Which feels so divine

That we will rewind

Forever in mind?

Intuition's blind

Eternally by

These deceptive lines.

Hearts intertwined

Until the spark dies.

And out go the lights

None the more wise

As tears from the skies

Silence powerful cries

Behind murderous eyes.

As beautiful as the reflecting sparkle of a newborn in a mother's eyes,
As astounding as the ashes giving new birth after the phoenix dies,
As rare as someone in this lost generation living free of lies,
Falling hard over this girl, and it's not any surprise

I Wish I May, I Wish I Might

Marlboro light,
Ash turning white,
First breath I breathe tonight.
Spark the light, inhale, feeling right,
Close my eyes and slowly die.

Overflow

What the fuck is real, and what is fake?
We always sit aimlessly pondering, "What of my fate?
How many lives can I touch, what does it take?
How can I do what I love, and stock a hearty plate?"

All of these questions pressing constantly, they've got me restless
It's kind of hard to fathom when you've alway been the "next best"
Trying to tame my thoughts with drugs and meaningless sex,
Have to be blind for not seeing that these things can't bring success.

"Do your best, no matter what" I've always been told,
But doing my best and getting nowhere's getting fucking old.
How can you stay warm if you're always buried in the snow?
A happy face to show, with demons in my soul.

I've sat through bullshit and believed way too many lies,
I've gotten way too many calls saying that friends have died,
Whether it be in body, or deceased in mind,
Gave up everything I've ever had, don't sleep at night.

And I pay the price.

What the fuck is real, what do I know?
It takes everything that I've got not to just fucking blow
It's hard to get somewhere if you don't know which way to go,
Surrounded by so many people but always alone.

It's not an easy path, it's a treacherous road.
My head is tired, my mind is weak, my story's been foretold.
Futile attempts to stand up straight, and not to fold,
Doing everything I can not to be bought or sold.

This story never seems to end its infinite cycle
I really hope one day I'll be able to get it right though
Forever blinded by the synthetic highs and lows
Until I'm all alone with my thoughts, after the night slows.

They always say it's all about the journey, not the end
But I always catch myself hoping that around the bend
Something will be there for me, even if it's just a friend.
The journey's killing me, there's only so long I can pretend.

Open wounds to mend.