Attention

I'm sitting 

Across the table

Staring at you

Staring down at your

Electronic device.

I'm sitting 

Across from you,

Looking at you,

Admiring yet defying 

The fact that you

Can't look me in the face

But you can stare at a small light

For more than an hour.

Watching your fingers

Move at the pace of touching

Yourself for mere pleasure,

For the feedback from

Someone from the other side.

I'm right here

Before you,

Just wanting simple 

Small town conversation

Because I seem to lack

Human attention these days

I'm sorry I'm so precise 

About my cake and coffee.

That thing in your hand, 

What is so 

Important? 

Wanting You

The echos I remember

Are from someone I used to know

The absent color memory

Is something consantly under my feet

Then our shell won't hold,

Exploding,

And the air won't smell nice.

The echos I remember 

Are from someone I no longer know

The absent white memory,

Is now just black and white

Maybe a tint of lomo,

For the effect of representing something

Or someone

Special

But it's just a phase that will soon

Dissolve 

But how honest can I be?

When I know

You mean nothing to me,

Just like I mean nothing to you

With your new life

Normal job,

Old shoes

and a glass of beer in you hand,

Taking a drag on that cigarette 

Maybe checking your phone for 

A message that would never come

But I think you represent all 

Humans 

Especially the ones who

Can never be content

With what's in front of them.

Oh the robotics of human nature.

I just want you out of my head. 

Trapped

I remember when

The stars were bright 

And all I could see was

The future 

The subsequent dwindle 

The destiny

The prospectable choices

And the voices that

Whispered sweet nothings

In your ear

Saying this fight,

From this point

You will never be the same 

And the voices that

Whispered the truth 

That maybe you created

Nothing but meaningless 

Nonsense 

You're finished.

Slowly retreating

From the fight 

That is no longer

Customary.

It's on a night like this

Now,

The cigarette is lit

The drink is poured

It has been beautiful

Even now,

It Is.

Everything 

is.

Always will 

be. 

Loud Snores

I lay here

In the dark, 

Listening to the loud

Conversations 

Of monsters in the night,

Looking at the small light,

Hoping that the noise would

Cease but 

It never does

Nor will my dire

Need for a peaceful sleep.

I beg you,

Just come lay with me

For The adult angst

That fills my stomach

After one taste of the

Pure chastity of maturity 

And the fight against it all 

Makes me feel eerie.

But really

All I ask is that you 

Just stop snoring,

please.

Waking Up

This is where my heart was made,

This is the moment 

The wind storm awakens

Feeling it deep within 

This is where my heart was made

The imagined and truth

The unseen and untouchable 

Moments 

I don't want to wake up lonely 

I don't want to just be fine

I don't want to keep hoping

I don't want to forget what I had in mind

These moments 

Are imbedded within, 

Each heart beat

Unforgettable.

Typical Asshole

Real people, 

Real feelings 

Nothing is ever wanted 

Unless given like its worth something,

Worth more than life itself.

But, if course, nothing is worth 

More than a life, especially ones own life. 

No one has the courage to sacrifice.

Then, in five years

you're going to look back 

and think

"man, I was an asshole"

Just every five years,

No more or less.

It's going to be the same thing, 

"man.. I am an asshole"

Can't change a thing.

Whoa, reality. 

Traveling Lightly

As you grow old,

The more angry you become,

The more bitter you stay,

The less adventurous you get,

The less happy you turn out to be. 

I hope that doesn't happen to me.

It won't.

I will never become weak,

Weaker than the bag I carry.

I will never be pushed into the dark

Doubting all my twists and turns

I'm the adventurous type. 

I trust myself

And also the people I ask for directions.