I breathe and bolt my door
To forgive and forget is to let loose
And live till I fall down stairs,
Backwards over and over again
Till my mother breaks a sweat and swears over the speaker.

Tanned boy and translucent girl,
Taking the trip and stripped from your suit,
Shaking but not making any sound.
My head is welcoming
But I remember to forget
More than I want to.

I am and I will be,
Being before the after is over.
And my feelings jar and juxtapose
The position of where my life is at the moment.

I'm not healthy or wealthy
And I do not want to be
For the life of me.

This is what fun looks like
And what looks like fun
Is where the breaks in the ice
Are like branches across the sky.

Laying on my back being blinded
By the sun on Sunday,
Beware of all the good goons
And professional soothers
That are trying to swoon the students.

I stare at my hands
And they are callous beyond belief
And the skin is peeling off in the mirror.

I have felt like a winner,
Even as a beginner
And a litter of drips flip
And utter poles across the space between us.

As wishes become kisses
On midnight skips to the water,
I wonder if all the smiles in the world
Will heal those that smile.

Silence is a mandate
Of where your cheap burning desires
Inspire misfit apprehension
And blinding flight
Across searing hot escape routes
That always lead back
To where you ran from.

That is where you belong,
To brighten the furthest reaches
Of sadness that will not quell the urge to create.

You are the what and why.

You are infinite when you are inspiring others,
Till you are no more
But more is breaking even
And even you will be breaking at some point,
Even the infinite becomes a lost memory.

I'd cry before everyone
Just so that my sober mind releases secrets to the stars.

I defy the expectation
Of insinuation that I am
No more than I am right now.