his pain and his childhood
boo hoo
sadder stories are on CNN everyday

so he has power
now he wants to make the world suffer
boo hoo

he could have used his great power
to help
but instead he cried in his cup of tears

he who must not be named
ok. I'll just call him coward
cry baby, ******, *****

he who could not be named
used his power to save no one
not even himself in the end

goodbye tom riddle
you did nothing good when you could
you will not be missed

run my friends, run
I think I heard a noise
something I didn't understand
run, hide, commiserate on the unfairness of life

scream, tear, puncture all supposed enemies
yell, scratch . make your presence known.
but don't let them see
the fear in your eyes

finished a talking job
only had to lie a little
happy with results

no rainbows
no flowers
no parade

its just simply done

i'm told i'm useful
i'm told i'm meaningful
i get up
i smile
i'm friendly

but then the night settles
and there is a sickness
that pours into my stomach
my hands shake

its believed that nice clothes
smelling nice
somehow makes you nice  

if you're reading this then you probably know
hell is insidious
we're all strangers here

"an unshakable belief characterized by consistently inflated feelings of personal ability, privilege, or infallibility" (Wikipedia)  

I was told earlier that was me today
I actually never thought of it that way

My brother also yelled at me
asked me who I thought I was.
"who do you think you are,  ******* Tony Soprano? " 

but no, I'm not God.
I'm not Tony Soprano.  
There is not a name I know for what I've become.

I'm just not afraid.  
Not of you.
Not of anyone
Not anymore.

so you woke up
and the news
some terrible tragedy
somewhere

the coffee is hot
the workers outside are being loud with buzzsaws
the walk to the grocery is a pain
i mean its like a mile walk

but home again
turn on the computer
more death somewhere
something awful happened to someone you don't know  

some celebrity did something
some new construction thing
the neighbor's dog is annoying
the ebay order is late again

then you see a mirror
and there is just really nothing  looking back at you

I write on anything.
It's an obsession.
I look around and I dig deep into my thoughts.
I write and pour my thoughts on cheap, crumpled pieces of paper.
Then throw it away.
Along with my past.

m.d.