A Little Green Bug Landed On My Arm, Out Of Instinct I Swiped At It. Oh What A Shame Something So Small

To look down from above

There’s no god in the heavens.

You won’t find it looking up.

Sometimes you have to see the world,

How the heavens would see… us.

In the boring, unique, and subjective.

In the small chatter across a dance floor,

In the old guard dog that lays brazenly across old sofas,

In smiles with a stranger,

And heart palpitations.

Even in the wind,

Or in a cold shoulder,

Burning knowledge,

And a bottle that’s broken.

You’ve been given all of the pieces to find,

What you’ve been searching for inside.

Maybe what I’m trying to say is the presence of any kind of god would be all around us.

Or maybe even within us.

-b

you write so beautiful

i imagine you wear flowers in your hair

and your presence graceful

and i wonder what sorrow your eyes wear?

i would love to agree with you,

but my flowers have died,

i slouch and i limp,

and there’s darkness in my eyes.

i own many scars,

none of which i paid for,

and i ripped out my heart,

so i couldn’t feel it anymore.

even these things can be beautiful i see,

but my perception is blind to me,

i’d rather live through your eyes,

it sounds so much more lovely.

let your light consume

my every shadow

i heard the moon

she whispered things that didn’t matter

i find it rude

she leaves every few hours

she said i was always there

you just didn’t see me

and when she came back

i was the one leaving

i think i would look peaceful in my casket

a beautiful possibility,

an extraordinary maybe,

“the great perhaps”,

a hopeful tomorrow.

anything may happen,

so let it happen,

and to experience it,

how rare it must be.

Fail fail fail

Try again

Fail fail fail

Try harder

Fail fail fail

What are your regrets

Fail fail fail

Till the altar

Where there’s a meaning,

there’s an author,

And they experience all that they wander

Spread your wings,

a jump little farther

And fail fail fail

No longer

im a black hole

keep ur distance

as i suck you in

hard to escape

my eclipse

mistaken bliss

I’m drunk again

And I haven’t been

Anything

Worth troubling

Purposely

On accident

Another day

Another consequence

Who have I been?

Why do I sin?

I feel so weak

Need medicine

I feel so cold

I don’t fit in

My neck is stiff

Remembering

My bodies old

I’m fidgeting

I can’t focus

On anything

Doc…

Im struggling.

How do I medicate

My suffering?

“Boy just ice it

You put it in some rice yet?

Don’t tell me you got problems

Till you spit it out or digest”

I guess I’ve got to change my mindset

i hate doing drugs

i hate doing drugs

but i love em

but i love em

maybe just one

maybe just one

this feels like summer

this feels like summer

i am made up of broken promises and unlived dreams.