Why

Why do I try
why do I write
why do I keep
trying to thrive
it just feels so wrong
it never pans out
I’m sinking lower
deep into doubt
there feels like
there’s nothing
nothing about
why do I bother
why do I shout
nothing really matters
at least not in the end
the books still unwritten
paused in my head
like something will happen
any old day
but then I remember
why I’m waiting again

Trouble and strife

Keep breathing
keep staying strong
keep moving on
turning from the face of sun
burn the dark before you’re done
keep breathing
keep sinking straight into the deep
keep drinking and sleeping
within all that ink
and at the end of the page
at the end of your life
you’ll have written more
than mere trouble and strife

Claustrophobic

It’s getting claustrophobic
it’s starting to suffocate
I can’t breathe tonight
cannot speak to say
write it down in blood now
but it bleeds right through
the time keeps passing on
but the day does not renew
time keeps moving forward
everything stays the same
we are not moving forward
just taking up a small place

Narwhal

The bluest black you ever did see
that cat it barks like bad poetry
it sings with strings it makes no sound
walking with hands paws to the ground
we ask why expecting no answer
we don’t want to listen
this time or after
we make decisions like others write sin
take in the smoke so we might just live
the bluest black sky the sun’s ever seen
under the water our skin dried unclean
the pleasure we fell from a knife in the neck
we wonder why things aren’t different
but we ask the fish flying at night
if we could change make this thing right
giving opinions like water to air
the lungs may breathe it in
but the ears choke on fluff
words keep on speaking
but it’s just not enough

Drunk off being human

Too drunk off being human
I can’t let go of influence
can’t stop thinking of the masterpiece
I’ll make,
like it will just materialize
one day,
out of nothing my magnum opus fate,
a miracle on ice so aptly named
too drunk off being human to be sane
can’t think of how to fix this day dreaming
or understand just what I am doing
thinking it into reality
existence of my thoughts oh can’t it be
without me putting in a single thing
like time or space or the least bit energy
too drunk off being human to see straight
to realize if I don’t do it won’t take
that I must get to work this time today
instead of thinking what will be some way
if I don’t get it done it will not be
too drunk off being human to believe
this could ever be about me