Closing moss

Restless jabs into dark unknown 

They don't pay well

Not for years if any

Words that penetrate are outlawed

Or ignored

The interest in things unlawful 

The pain removal for the masses

You chose this hell

But you've forgotten 

The forgetting is double bladed

Mercy

Words of redemption 

Don't beleive it

No one leaves

The end takes a lifetime 

And that lifetime leaves scars

It all disintegrates into the first

It's that way for me

Sleep sinking angst

Midnight crumbles

Bursting inner pockets

And hope dried talk

It's effective 

It keeps me awake

I float good for a weighted man

Tired dry landscape

Heated sand

And waves of gas in the air

The rush includes novelty

But it's the known that kills

It's always familiar

At least that's how it's been for me

It's expected

Bury me with your intentions

In a stone mausoleum

Your dreams have the weight

Your added extensions

Of afterthought 

Arrive never too late

Not like your touch

Your beautiful smile

Delivers the cameras invitation

A small token 

Of something stolen

To cement our relation

I sleep in the other

Forever and all

It's now just the blur

I have this right now

In my calm 

You make me sure

2:23am

Breaking the barrier to self

Looking without eyes

Becoming nothing else

Truth bending the lies

Freedom no longer feels

This time it's long

My monologue steals

What's called wrong

But this is a path

It's no different

It's nothing

It's always there

See it

But don't look

Seek

But don't try

Internal check ins.

No net

I forgot to give myself a net and I think I'm falling. Whoops.

Guitar resentments are flooring me like a truck off a bridge. I'm late to the party.

I'm hearing voices but I'm not a part of any conversation that isn't in my head. Is that good? I heard the comic has to get locked up inside his head.

Ok I'm here. What now?

The world erupts

Truth has consequences
Fear brings a safety
But it's not truth
Truth brings a danger
The whole world erupts with truth
Like a shattered glass window
The fractions will never be the same
I'm not that guy
The guy inside me is changing
I'm somehow different
What I'm coming to realize is it's not me
I'm not me
It was a dream
Am I an intruder?
This waking moment has sent me into an unrest
I'm unsure
Nothing from before is true
I just hold on to these stories
But they're not real
There is really nothing to hold on to
This pain in my back stops the movement
Movement is my only grace
My movement through space has taken a turn
The motion has ceased
This is also a dream
It doesn't stop and that's what will erupt your world

I am the alien

Unswept dreams

Within space

Unsettled strings 

In place

The music here

Is bigger now 

It's becoming clearer

Somehow

My tone

Is falling

A lone

Voice is calling

The sheltered scar

Is tearing

I'm far

From wearing

My insides

Are showing

The tides

Are going

The sun hurt

It burns

You've insert

These yearns

The alien me

Is here

It's all I see

All I hear

I am the alien

Too much

My situation is ridiculous. Roommates. Marriage. Kids. Craziness.

I'm sharing a bed with four people. I'm like Charlie and the chocolate factory.

My smiles per hour are slowing down. My roommate just walked in at 3:47am. He's way behind in rent.

These are probably thoughts meant for private, oh well. Should I write a poem? I've gone a little off the reservation.

Morning has come

And my feelings the same

Numb to the touch

Of my outer view game

Fools have a walk

That I might have taken

To bring to the surface

And fully awaken

The monsters inside

That I've ran from at night

But it's dreams that won't stop

The harder the fight

Cut from a cloth

That's truly it's own

Connect to the thought

That we're not just alone

I reached out my hand

The world did speak

My craziness gone

My inherited meek

Awgggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just words. More come but they're not strung together correctly. Into the sink hole. The trying really kills you. People hate a trier. But you've got to try right? You've got to try to do it without trying and that takes a lot of trying. My mind is now erupting. Frozen. More thoughts but they're like rambling clouds of dust that disappear the second I touch them. I'm so far from funny right now. Maybe so far that it's funny? If I'm 180 degrees from funny then maybe all I have to do is make a move and I'll be closer.

I can't stand the thought of people right now. What kind of sentence is that?

Your walk distracts me
My hearing has gone
My words want free