Woven Stars
sex on a persian rug
cigarette smoke in the threads
gold scriptures burned at the edge
vanity is a poor man's game
the stars a woven tapestry
as above so below
the essence of love has no pain
high above an empty street
beat the rug with a stick
Greatness
Are you able to recognize greatness without popularity?
Are you able to appreciate beauty without fame?
What would you value something with no comparison?
Are you able to see through the promotion of mediocracy?
Would you notice greatness standing in front of you if you were blind?
I am sorry everyone
Once upon a time
I was really fucking happy
I don’t know how to exist in this world alone
I am tired and sad
I am not good at being a person
I just feel like I need to be alone
I think I could sleep forever
I don’t like talking to people
I am disappointing everyone by not being happy
I am disappointing everyone by not living
I am disappointing myself
I wish I wasn’t this way
I ran out of titles
This sadness feels like home
I love blueberries and daffodils
I believe in being as kind as possible
And that love is all that matters
The moon is my muse
Loss is my muse
Loneliness is my muse
Rage
Everything makes me angry
I have so much rage inside me
one wrong look
and I want to set the world on fire
scream
tear down the walls
shout in their face
Be kind to me please
I want to cry
but the tears are suppressed
so instead I stew in rage
every interaction
I am trying so hard
not to turn cruel
life is sweet
I remind myself
be sweet
be sweet
be sweet
Dancing
Ah
there will be dancing
lots of dancing
alone in my room
I leap and sing and dance
pretending I am in the town square
holding your hand
in the gym I nod and move my feet
at work I sing and swing my body
there is light in this life
if we don’t take it to seriously
and remember
to keep dancing
Another Ode to Mangos
Sometimes it feels like the world is ending
and I should just kill myself
but then I cut a mango
and as I grab the pieces from the knife with my mouth
I think
as long as there are mangos around
perhaps it’s worth sticking around for a while
Life is blessed with juicy fruit