Truth?
Truth?
What Truth?
The truth is that we all stumble blindly,
pretending that we have any semblance of what we are doing.
We fail to grasp the mere simplicity of things
and we have to make everything complicated.
Just passing through.
Regrets,
what a waste of time.

the flowers you have given me,
they slowly wilted
like the way you told me
you loved me
l o v e d
l o v e
l o v
l o
l

but still, they grew back as

li
lie
lies

If my dreams were made of ice and I had just one wish,
Someone at the top has already set the cities fire to full blast,
Turning everything I hoped for to a puddle, melting it.

What's the point in this life when everything you want
Depends on if they will open the door for you? It seems
To me we are only doing what the rich all would want us to!

Though this sounds like a stupid rant, but notice if you will,
How much it costs for cops to go to a house simply
Because of a stupid argument, REAL justice unfulfilled.

It's happened before and it will happen again, these tools,
They who make all of my dreams disappear with a snap,
The one who has the least integrity is often the one who rules...

Watching in despair.
Tearing out my hair.
Red faced.
Short breathed.
Is your brain there?
How is this fair.
A girl so young.
Life's ****** out the fun.
Given up.
Out of luck.
But not quite quit.
Everyday throwing crying fits.
Your souls a waste.
My advice you take in distaste.
But you can do better,
Feel better,
Be better.

I just want to know if I'm wasting my time
on some ideals that don't exist outside my head;
to trust it will grow after tasting and climb,
maybe heals moving forward instead.

So much waste.
When will it stop.
Too many people letting it drop.
Streets full of litter.
******* galore.
Crisp packets cigarette butts.
All over the floor.
Think before you throw.
The ******* piles will grow and grow.

I learned he'd died through a friend of a long distance friend.
I heard he had snuffed it.
Kicked the bucket instead of the usual rock into a gutter.
'Give me another', he'd say until his eyes went glassy and his face went numb.
Until the hands dropped from the weight of his fingers.
No one lingers to watch.
No one ogles the brilliant light of dawn over this collapsed stranger.
New and old to the neighborhood, we all stood where he once stood.
We all walked away from that place.
His mouth agape but no words can escape the blue lips of a fading memory.
He is dead and his time died with him.

You think *** is *****.
That's why the types of women you ****,
are the ones that you hate,
and why you can't make love,
or lick to taste.
That's why you want to spit at me,
with your scrunched up face.
That's why you don't say a thing,
after blowing your load.
No matter how hard I made you explode,
you pull apart and go straight for your phone.
The paper towels,
sports zones,
like sweaty men bumping helmets
are any cleaner.