there's a weeping willow in the backyard

Mitchell and Rocco have a game.

It's a we can do it, catch us game.

I don't catch on.

Slower and unsure,

I waddle my way through life.

Acting,

I'm always acting.

Gotta make sure they know

I'm strong.

Gotta make sure

I'm better than them.

Mom and Dad insist I win.

Do good in school,

you'll make it far.

They don't know...

it should be well.

They don't care though-

it only matters that I understand.

Gotta shine,

gotta win.

Gotta make sure they know

I'm better than them.

Lauren's acting out on a whim.

Shes fire; she's hot.

She's Puerto Rican flame.

She burns; she fights.

She's not alright.

I'll show her who's right.

I smolder, don't burn.

Passion needs a steady heat.

I'm right, so right.

Surely, I'm better than her.

I'm wrong, so wrong.

I should have never run away.

I'm fleeing; I'm seeking.

I'm finding out what's right.

I'm stress relieving play-doh,

and pacing halls.

I'm crazy, mental illness.

I'm everything wrong.

But,

I'm me.

I'm persistent.

I'm moving on.

I know that at some point

I'll be alright.

I can see soul

We are ordinary people

We are strong

We are brave

We are lovers

We have hate

We are freed

We are tied

We are finders

We are found

We can see

We can sing

We can smile

We can cry

And I know

in my heart

that the truth is

we all die.

But before

we all go

we are people

and we grow.

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Stick your head out the window

take a picture of the sky.

Feel the wind in your hair;

let your feelings fly.

Feel the sun, summer on your skin.

Smile, basking with closed eyelids,

road trip with Kim at the wheel.

Lucky, luckier if she knew how you feel.

Text from Daniel makes you laugh,

knowing he knows the feelings you have.

Call from Laura brings good news.

You wonder how it feels to be in her shoes.

Hot car- too many layers.

You're getting tired.

Dashboard plays and you sleep.

It's time to start anew this week.

reasons i'm nervous

1) because I like you

can't you see it?

every action

is a flirtation

every hug

i want a kiss

2) because my life changed

isn't it obvious?

i'm losing friends

for a job

i'm not sure i'm okay

with the choice

3) being honest

it's a scary thing

i want it badly

but who's to say

it'll all be okay?

4) because life is scary

didn't you know?

things aren't easy

at least not for me.

Sometimes that's okay,

but sometimes I wanna cry.

it's scary, feeling alive

the trains pass every 15 minutes.

it's the hardest place to speak,

but instead of being silent

we learn to tell our lies.

It's easier this way,

holding up our fake image.

Except, my arms are weary,

my spirit, my soul, tired.

I want a life lived honest.

I want a love held tight.

I want a mind of self-confidence.

I want to be alright.

I want to feel like I'm soaring;

I want to be chain-free.

I want to know where the ground is

for when my wings can't carry me.

I want to want things without being scared

that someone will know I learned to want.

I did,

and the truth of the matter is:

what I really want is to want,

and right now all I want is you.

it makes me nervous, being alive

with great power comes great responsibility,

and somehow I find myself with power.

Who would ever think it a good idea,

to trust me with responsibility?

But they did, and it makes me nervous,

knowing I'm a screw-up,

knowing that they trust me.

And they, they act like they'll see me,

but we know it's not true.

After this week, I'm leaving.

My life will be different,

my time not my own.

I wish that they saw it;

I wish that they knew.

I wish they understood,

that I love them too.

Oh well,

welcome to the midnight society, Patrick.

You're no longer your own.

my self-pity recipe doesn't call for sleep

It calls for getting fucked up,

failing the way I do.

Drunk

Drunk

Drunk

What I need is some luck

to get out of this cluster fuck

of too fast emotions

and undefined devotion

to... someone I love

and never should have told.

Too long have I hid;

too long I've played a fool.

Too far I've gone.

Too stupid to be alone.

feeling like a failure

They don't tell you how to deal

with these things in high school,

feeling like going insane

feeling like running away

feeling like pounding your brain away

with drugs because that's what feels good right now.

There's no thinking about tomorrow

when you're this far into crazy,

when the days are long and hazy.

So why bother?

Why bother with the class

with the test you just failed?

Drink some vodka! It puts hair on your chest

and then, hey! fuck around.

It feels good, not that I would know.

I'm just full of angst.

I'm just a little buzzed,

not even tipsy yet.

I'm just mad.

Mad that I can't do it.

Mad that I'm used to it.

Mad that you shouldn't believe in me.

Mad for being me!

What the fuck, life?

Why all of this strife?

Yes, that rhymes,

get over it.

That was meant to make you smile.

I know in my heart that I failed.

Why?

Because that's what I do.

I fail.

I fail to follow through.

I fail to stay consistent.

I fail to understand myself.

I even failed to die.

So next time I promise,

think twice.

I'm just good at fucking up.

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The sounds of the city lightly play

while you lay, eyes closed and groggy head,

and listen to the mix

of digital and analog,

the virtual and substantial.

It's a lazy summer day

and Eliot's rhythms dominate your brain.

There are things to do,

but the heat muddles your mental cues.

You think you may, in fact, achieve

but we all know you'll only fall asleep

half-naked on your golden fleece.

It was a good attempt at least.

My Question In Need of an Honest Answer

what do you like about me?