Phillistine

I don't want to be too quick-
too bold.
Keeping actions dormant
waiting...
for the perfect moment to speak softly
with verve.

Though I do admire the brave
&
the fortune that favors them
I can't muster the courage, regardless
Yet I still shame cowards.

It has something to do with everyone's predilection to masks.

The cynic is safe

My mother tells me that optimism will get me killed or raped or at least hospitalized
I need to stay sharp, cautious & keep my eyes peeled
Never trust anyone.
Anyone I don't know.
But she doesn't read statistics
If she did she would know that, 9 times outta 10, people who are out to harm you already know you.
Look it up.
Or just look around.






(Who still listens to their mothers, anyway?)

Every once in a while...

I feel you're growing arrogant.
Then I can't help but wonder if you just hid it well before,
But if it weren't for you who would remind me of my inadequacies?
Lord knows someone has to.







I Hope:
All that tape keeps you together
Pasting up your thoughts makes them clear
You do keep busy
That you're getting sleep
That I help you in some way or somehow
You text me again, soon.

Ampersands are my favorite

I don't really even recall
crying & yelling & biting
I must have been a handful
It probably made you feel nostalgic for the time when that's all I ever was
A mess of obnoxious highs & inappropriate lows
(We are just gluttons for punishment)

"EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, THE SAME ARRANGEMENT: I GO OUT AND FIGHT THE FIGHT. STILL I ALWAYS FEEL THE STRANGEST STRANGEMENT. NOTHING HERE IS REAL, NOTHING HERE IS RIGHT."

-Buffy Summers