poems

Rude

Fuck compassion
No one is really
Compassionate anymore
Most don't even try
To fake it
Maybe they're better
That they don't lie
To themselves and the world
Barely restrained rage
Lashing out at the wrong times
Wrong places
Wrong people
They're not better
They're the same
As the rest of us
Except
They don't care.

Simple

I have no pity for you
I have lost patience
With everyone
It's easy to say
That I don't care
But it's not true
My problem is,
I do care
Too much for my own good
Too much for anyone
But I can't tell you that
Because I can see
You are the one
Who doesn't care
How simple your life
Must be.

Clear your Mind

I want my name erased
From the pages of time
I don't want attention
I don't crave affection
All the time
My world is small
But not so small
I can't see
The things I want
No part of.
I'm not blind
I'm not stupid
I just don't
Want to think so much.

No Back-up

Halfway down
We're already
Falling too fast
Am I wanted enough?
Are you?
Weaving sober
On drunk legs
How does it all end?
Can we end it all?
Cavalry's been ambushed
We're on our own now

All Gone

It's all lost now
Cliches and cold comfort
Are all anyone can offer now
They don't know
What this means
Slow reaction
Even slower crawl of time
The hands of the clock
Fall out of focus
Mean so little now
No such thing as late
When all you loved is gone
In your heart...
In your mind...
There is no comfort there
Empty phrases
Said a thousand times
When all you want
Is one more word
From the only one
Missing here.

24 Hours

In and out of existence,
What it must be like
To have that kind of freedom.
To disappear on a whim.
To be so free you don't
Even need to concern
Yourself with space and time.
While the rest of us,
Lose ourselves,
24 hours at a time.