We want to save the world
but yet we cant save ourselves
as our empathy is invested
in everything else

Mercilessly ignorant
living in a bubble
Tirelessly thought is spent
on insignificant struggles

We like to boast we're civilized
but we're not even close
living by deceit and lies
hurting those we love most

Always looking through the eyes
of those known to hate us
uprising in fantasizing
that war is going to save us

Sometimes we must accept
even the worst of ourselves
in order to find our best
in what the future may tell

If you remain being afraid
to look at yourself
you'll never see the big picture
anywhere else

The lengths I would go for you
surpass the ever expanding universe
The depths I would go
are longer than an eternal stroll
through the layers of hell
What I wouldnt give
despite the lack of what I actually have
The things I would do
outnumber all the things I wouldnt
considering the difficulty of multiplying by zero

I started to think
there was nothing more to break

Why does my worst poetry trend
while my best festers?

Still waiting
for a friend to show up with beer
because I ran out
and I'm too drunk to go get more

Still waiting
for Jesus to hit me in the head
with a frying pan
and tell me I'm wrong

Still waiting
to wake up
without a hangover
and smokers cough

Still waiting
on a paycheck that is livable
and people that are bearable
pigs might as well fly

Still waiting
for that woman to save me
by accepting my flaws
instead of trying to change them

Still waiting
to leave my mark
on a planet bombed to ****
with an overabundance of meaningless

Still waiting
for peace, love
and all that poppycock
while I hide in the trenches of my mind
awaiting messages from
a war torn heart

Still waiting. . .

to write that immortal poem

Historic sonnet

Eternal song

In the end. .
who will regret what
the longest?
After all . .
I am not keeping score, but
Women are known
to outlive men
by at least seven and a half years
not to include I'm older than you
by about that amount
or to mention
people are surprised
that I'm even still alive
and we both know
you were always stronger than me
to do just that
forget. .
let go. .
move on. .
Be alive, live, and even relive
Congrats, my love.
You've already won.
you carried any life I had left
for quite some time
anyway.
At least you are the only woman
I ever wanted to see
take a gain over me
Despite the fact that my tears also contain joy
unlike yours.

Instead of a teary exchange
with my weapon hand
trying to convince myself
that its time
I drank myself to sleep
in order to fight another day