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Here
strength breaks down
and pride caves in
and everything gets lost within
a swirling cloud
of sour smoke.

This whole fucking world’s a joke.

And as I flash my
force-fed smile,
choking on acid all the while,
I feel my lungs
threaten to burst.
Every breath
becomes my worst.
And every thought
eats at my core.

This whole fucking world’s a whore.

Take what you will
with what you must
and cover
decency with lust,
so no one knows
what’s really there.

And no one really fucking cares.

Gray Matter

Get out!
Outside the box
inside your head.
That’s where we live
when we are dead.
You’re not a package
to be sold.
You’re not the putty
for their mold.
Nor are you slave
to past regrets.
The future
hasn’t happened yet.
Step out of
what they say to be
and into
anti-gravity.

Declaration of Dependence

From now on,
I will only speak in poetry.

Once I have spoken,
if you require further explanation
you must wait for the next poem.

This is the only way
I can convey
the snarled web of contradictions
that beget
my intangible truth.

So let it be witnessed,
by all who stand
before me and beside me
in this infinite universe tonight,
that I have publicly declared
my unequivocal
Poetic
Dependence.

I Am Not Opaque

There is a strange beauty
in my world of chaos.
And I have grown to realize
that I would not want it
any
other
way.

This is why I stray
from all
safe
hypocritical
havens
and bask in the glory of
dangerous
uncertain
truths.

My madness
is apparent
in the tears I cry.

Your madness
is hidden
in the words you lie.

I am translucent.
This makes me vulnerable
to those who wish ill
upon my insides.

But I can turn light
into a million different hues
as the particles diffuse
through the membrane of my skin
and create
Pablo Picassos
within.

Sometimes the colors swirl
into a sorrow so blue
I wish I never let the light in at all.

Other times
red and yellow
burn such passion onto my soul
that I think I’ve finally found—
The Answer.
I finally know!

But then the grays
cloud over my thoughts
saying
black and white
do not exist.

And I am happy
that light tortures me like this.