September makes sense to me. July and August don’t. Neither does February.

An ugly duckling. An attractive MILF. The studious co-Ed who abstains from dating studies for a test given by a professor with her roommate in his bed- but there is love there.

Grass withers and the flower fades but neither reaches it’s peak in the final moments before death – if a being without consciousness can even be said to really die.

It should snow on Christmas. I should be wearing shorts in June. I should see my parents on holidays.

It shouldn’t rain on a wedding. Managers should be older and with more education than employees. Pets shouldn’t die until the children are grown up.

If I love you you should love me. If you loan me a dollar you should let me keep it if I am only making a penny every other week.

If you are successful you should acknowledge that which is outside of you that brought about your success and if you are unsuccessful you should focus on what is within you that may have been lacking

I wish I had three lives
Three lives equals two mistakes
Then I could win – or at least stumble through the first level

I wish I had an energy bar
Then I would know exactly
How much abuse I could take before the damage became irreversible

I wish I had an instruction manual
Then I would know friend from foe
Instead of constantly mistaking friends for enemies and vice versa

I wish I could hit restart
An extra life isn’t going to fix this
Because I have fucked up so bad that the slate needs to be wiped clean

I wish I could buy another game
I am not really feeling this one anymore
The main character is weak and lame and I can’t see putting in the effort to see how this ends

When You Realize This is Life
You realize this is not a phase
This will not pass
This will not end
Where you are is where you have been and where you are going to be

When You Realize This is Life
You realize you will not look back on this and laugh
Nothing is going to turn around
In a year, two years, someday
The empty feeling in the pit of your stomach is permanent whether you like it or not

When You Realize This is Life
You realize the way you love will not be reciprocated
Nobody cares
People die and are not replaced
Life is awful and yet death is so inconceivable that you cling to that which you hate

I wish I had a real job.  I wish I could fly.

But mostly I don’t want to die.

Others do with pills and rope

Express a very different hope.

They are not the same as I.

Perhaps they really want to die.

I asked a man upon the brink

To take a big step back and think

Before he swallowed pills and more

And passed through the one way door

…Perhaps there is something worth living for?

But he is not the same as I

Perhaps he really wants to die.

He expressed a certain dream

Which involved a sporting team

Perhaps it’d be ok

If only they could win the day

A small light in infinite blackness.

Now of course I understood

Just as well as anyone could

A common form of inspiration that causes us to stop looking longingly at the hearse as it takes a shell to the beach

Now of course if the team should lose

What to stop him from taking pills and booze

To do what he had a mind to do in the first place?

For me, it’s called next year.

But he is not the same as I.

Perhaps it is his time to die.

If I could watch the World From the Moon
I’d Make Gravity like Anger
Directed not at the center of Mass
But Everywhere and Nowhere at the Same Time

If I could Watch the World From the Moon
I’d Make Energy Like Anger
Always Created Rarely Destroyed
And Frequently Transferred from One Body to Another

If I could watch the World From the Moon
I’d Make the Weather like Anger
Summer One Day Winter the Next
Tornadoes Would Form Over Water
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I have a hate allergy
My parents owned a restaurant
Where I breathed in second hand hate for 18 years
I guess shouldn’t smoke but the tobacco is so sweet

I am hated for Who I Am
I hate because of what others have done
I hate that I hate and I choke on hate
But sometimes just sometimes it’s better than air

I get beaten and down trodden
I don’t give up or in because I have nothing
I just stop and welcome my friend darkness
Darkness wants to be more than just friends

But then I feel the hate swelling in my upper chest
This is what the wretch wanted before he found grac
My bloodshot tear crusted eyes burst open
Darkness says she’ll come back at a better time

I Choke on Hate
It is an awful by product of the impure fuel that drives me
I want to go green
But this car is so so sexy

I am Lost
A Wanderer for a Decade
There is a place I cannot find

My Wrong Turns
They Make Themselves Known
But Time is a One Way No Stopping Street

If Only
Just Five Years Ago
I know I could fix this despite everything else

If Only
Three Years Ago
It Would Be Ok Now Despite Everything Else
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Put 2010 behind you.
Look forward to a debt free 2012
Sure. Why not?

But I’m through putting things behind me
I am keeping the past in front where I can see it
Besides the present is ugly
And I can’t see the future through the haze

Debt is literally the past coming back to haunt you
Debt is like a gas station a block away on a one way street but in the wrong direction. And you are just about out of gas. If only you could go back- but you can’t. Instead you’ll have to push a car a long long distance which will take a long long time.

What were you thinking a block ago? You knew how much gas you had…but you believed the lies they told you about the mileage. Now the red light is on but it’s too late to go back.

You get out to push. You expect the mocking jeers of those with gassed up cars but you never expected the insults and the rotten vegetables from the pedestrians who never drive. They remember the scorn of those driving by and their j willingness to slow down as they crossed the street. They think you’re still one of them.

You want to abandon your car but what if their is a gas station just over that next hill?

By the time you find a gas station you find the fuel is only compatible with newer cars. You are already a dinosaur.
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He was given everything from
Life
He took everything from
Life
He hung himself from
High
He left a garbled message
The ink is smeared
I cannot read it

To whom is it addressed? Does it say dear brother? Was he one of us?
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Home is a space you have the right to control
It is not a place you are permitted to stay
Even if your stay is contingent upon financial arrangement
Even if your stay is based on mutual bonds of affection

Home is a space where your actions and presence are not subject to question
Even if you should be at work
Even if there are chores to be done

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