Hipster Love

Divorce is the popular kid.

Marriage is a hipster.

It's not cool to stay together.

You know, like, forever.

Like a rope holding strong

that never gets severed.

It's I love you today.

I hate you tomorrow.

Six years is okay;

it's modernity's way.

Aging is ugly, and,

now so are you.

I work all day.

Why should I work for you?

Why should I work for two?

So many fish in this sea.

I think I'll go fishing.

They're easy to bait

and the loving is great.

A date?

No, no need for a date.

We just want it simple.

Complexity is tiring.

Where is the love at?

Isn't there an ap for that?

An acceptable stat for that?

Go ahead, be cool.

Call me a hipster.

I'll live in my fantasy.

I'll ask why can't it be.

Why can't it be?

Why can't it be?

Somebody tell me,

why can't it be?

Games Lead to No Avail

He loves her,

putting nobody above her.

Yes, he loves her;

So much it hurts him every time that he shoves her,

In the back of his brain,

everytime the others came,

'Cuz love's treated like a game.

And it's stupid,

the way we sit wishing on Cupid.

Yes, it's stupid,

how every chance he got he blew it.

'Cuz the timing wasn't right

and now she's walking out of sight

slowly giving up the fight.

And yet she wants him.

Dressing sexy just taunt him

'Cuz she wants him.

Playing cat and mouse games just to haunt him;

Hoping soon he'll make a move,

And his love for he'll prove

As the relationship ensues.

But it fails,

the ship never sets sail.

Yes, it fails

Because games lead to no avail.

When you want to be with one

stop the games, they'r poison.

With a chance, take it, and run

or it ends before begun.

Make a Sound

Boom.

Yes, I said boom.

The sound of a falling tree.

I'd assume.

Imagine.

Falling like that.

Shaking the earth.

Just fathom.

Impact.

My fall doesn't make one.

Not like a tree.

Oh, fact?

Silence.

No one around, no sound.

Fallen tree affects few.

Small substance.

Heard.

Your fall, always.

Even just by you.

Rise again; word.

Fall.

With vigor.

Land softly.

Rise tall.

Still.

Stagnant stance.

Nothing's done.

Stay ill.

Life.

You control.

Tree's don't.

Learn from strife.

Live.

Unrooted.

Your world needs it.

Give.

Find Yourself a Home

Each passing minute,

A moment lost forever.

Spend it lost and alone

or lost together.

Times get tough, but,

persist, persist, persist.

Want to give up, but,

resist resist resist.

Looking for something.

Keep looking, it's trite.

Look in front of you,

happiness in plain sight.

Reached out too far.

Farther than can reach.

Hard to realize that.

But learn first, then teach.

One day, you'll find it.

That distant thing.

Realize the comfort

closeness can bring.

We look out there,

for warmth within.

Not finding in here,

warmth is akin.

Realize it too late.

Left in the cold.

Continue the search.

Stuck in the mold.

The world is empty.

Sitting all alone.

Get lost with others.

Find yourself a home.

If You Broke Free

Take a second and close your eyes.

Look inside yourself and kick out their lies.

See,

All this time they planted a seed.

Watering that shit, now inside you's a weed.

At birth, they got scared of what you could be.

Potential unbound, so they locked it with no key.

They spin you around. Got you feeling lost.

Dreams you once had out the window they tossed.

Now you look at success and think "that's not for me."

Feeling out of place like a fish trying to climb a tree.

Just realize, it's how society believes it has to skew

Because they're scared of all the things you might do.

Trying to keep you in place so you can't be better.

Don't want you winning the race for that varsity letter.

That's why life feels like the Most Dangerous Game

And when you act differently they tell you you're lame.

Rip out the weed and break out of their cuffs.

Know you are a genius and your skills are good enough.

This world needs you to break the mundane chain.

Let your potential thrive and see society wane.

The world would be much better if you broke free.

Now open up your eyes and let yourself see.

All that you can be...

If you'd let yourself be...

True Beauty Will Never Die

Screw beauty magazines.

You're more beautiful

than you'll ever know.

For beauty runs deeper

than external beauty shows.

Sure, some people are stunning

with flawless, gorgeous looks.

But their personality's empty

after you feel their hooks.

One day you'll learn, I hope,

that external beauty fades.

But the emptiness of their core

will always remain the same.

Let me close my blind eyes

and feel what I fail to see.

How the beauty of your soul

is what really enraptures me.

Let me dance to the vibrations

of the beat of your pure heart.

Showing me your internal sunshine.

Lighting my darkness from the start.

I admit

Your looks turned my head;

your cuteness caught my eye.

But those looks will soon fade

while your true beauty will never die.

You're beautiful, you're beautiful.

I don't care what they say.

Magazines don't know you.

No attention do they pay.

Look into the mirror, stare,

and tell it to go the heck away.

Your reflection shows without it.

In what you do, think, and say.

And that's all that should matter today.

Ashes of Divorce

I do believe in devotion.

Two people united?

Artistry in motion.

The heal-all potion.

I understand "forever."

Together always?

You'll be alone never.

A concept quite clever.

We're not meant to be alone.

Hearts want more.

But love's hard to hone

and we're stubborn as stone.

When a mate's found, the soul's content.

Potentially for always.

For keeps, not to be lent.

Even when it needs to vent.

But I don't get why we wed.

In today's world.

Is it so we can sleep in bed

For that's what the preacher said?

Does paper make you a wrecking ball force?

Stronger than before.

Then it sways and swings off course.

And the ball leaves you in ashes of divorce.

Why does paper prove love true?

Can't actions speak for us?

Without our favorite words "I do."

And things old, new, barrowed, and blue.

I get it's special, but it seems like a fad.

I want a wedding too.

But now marriages seem so bad.

And I want you forever and a tad.

Not divorce papers when you are mad..

The Four Letter Word

I hear the four letter word

and in my stomach I feel sick.

Because we drop it when we want it

then we decide to pick it up quick.

It's useful when we need it,

helping to deliver the final blow.

But it used to have more meaning

and some of us will just never know

How precious the word should be kept.

Only leaving the lips when it's meant.

Not thrown around for kicks.

Maliciously melted, beaten, and bent.

That's how things seem to work.

Things now have lost value unfortunately.

Relationships are a mere click away

and it's the new fad to be a divorcee.

Because we want what we can't have.

"Honestly, I need you so, so bad.

And now that I have you go away

Because you suddenly make me so mad."

When will this crazy cycle end?

When, when I say it I mean it, love.

That word not said for every person.

So common as the bright stars above.

I am sorry for my cynical banter. But,

On life's uneven road I constantly swerve.

It's hard to hear the word used for a lay

So, instead, I'll follow Woody Allen, I lurve..

You.

Evan

Take a step back from your life.

Look at the world with objective eyes.

We all have issues that are bad but

for some each day brings a new demise:

"Don't you dare say my name

because you don't know who I am.

Don't you dare look at me like that.

No, I won't say yes sir or yes m'am.

"You think you have troubles.

Each day makes you feel sad.

Well you don't know anything

try living without having a dad.

"You want to complain about how

the day's strain hurts your back?

Well how about not having a mom

Because she's too addicted to crack.

"If you want to say something, say it.

My fists will do all of my talking.

I'll swing away at you with all my might.

From a fight you'll never see me walking.

"I'm sorry I react in such a crude way.

But anger is the only way I can react.

Now they've kicked me out of school,

because they say I know not how to act.

"Now people think that I'm an animal;

That I need to learn how to be a man

and control the beasts inside my soul.

Caged up but that's not part of my plan.

"My grandma just doesn't get it

and I just know neither do you.

You don't know what life's like with anger

How one word can make trouble ensue.

"The old man that is my male figure,

is just a senile man that watches me.

Don't you dare lay a finger on my things

or you'll set the animal inside me free.

"So judge me all you want, I don't care.

I'm just an eight year old trying to survive.

My world has spun without control

each day since the first I was alive."

The kid just looks at me with angry eyes.

He says I know nothing about his story.

He's right, I don't, and I thought I had it bad.

Now I'm praying in bed glory, glory, glory.

Open my eyes and shed light to his story.

Glory, glory, glory...

Time Flies

They say that time flies.

Well, I'd fly for you.

Then time might slow down.

It's just what'd I'd do.

First a minute, then an hour,

Now a year has gone by.

The clock keeps on spinning

With each blink of my eye.

I want to slow it down

before my life goes away.

But if I think about it,

do I really cherish each day?

Do I live life to the fullest?

Do I make use of my time?

Or do I give it all away when

the moment should be mine?

Now I'm so worried about time

Another precious day passed.

If I waste my time with worries

My precious days won't last.

Well,

My future's kind of hard to see

But, my present's in front of me.

So let's just say it's okay to be.

No wills, no dids, just now you see?

Suddenly, the time slowed down.

And I'm feeling with each inhale,

My senses spiked with sudden life

And times hands will not prevail.

I'd still fly for you if need be

But, not to stop time's dive.

I've learned to beat it's trickery

And now, finally, I am alive.

Monsters pt. 1

Mirror, mirror take a look at me.

Staring straight back, can this really be?

You see,

I use to be afraid of the things in my closet.

Monsters in my house, I guess I never got it.

Sipped ignorance in my goblet.

The covers were my only protections.

Their fabric became my safe section,

with one exception.

The monsters then patrolled the days

and the covers couldn't hide sun rays.

Then I'd fray.

They were scary creatures, only seen by me.

I tried to point them out but no one else could see,

the monsters set free.

I was young, ignorant, and just learning too.

Then years went by and I suddenly grew,

and then I suddenly knew.

These monsters were the grownups with hatred and words.

They did so many things that I thought were so absurd.

I was bothered.

And so I promised I would fight them until I die.

I wouldn't let them harm me, even if they made me cry.

But that was all a lie.

Now mirror, mirror why am I suddenly green?

What's wrong with my eyes and why am I so mean?

I'm on the wrong team.

I used to fight monsters and everything they've done.

Like taking away my innocence and destroying all my fun.

But now I'm becoming one.

Hurts All the Same

Not a scratch to be seen,

he's perfectly fine.

For all wounds heal

in a matter of time.

He walks with a swag

and talks like a pro.

The kid has no problems,

well, none that they know.

Some scars are too deep

for naked eyes to see.

His well lived life comes

with a hidden fee.

He takes a pill to

soothe all his pain,

but his damaged inside

hurts all the same.

Words can pierce skin

and break thru the soul.

But the skin won't always

show the words' toll.

Suddenly, they notice

a limp in his step.

His voice is weaker

and he forces his pep.

Too late, they noticed

how damaged he was.

His soul forever broken

and no one knew because

they think physical is

the only kind of abuse.

But words are as bad

or worse in ill use.

Be aware of signs of

one with inside strife.

They caught on too late.

he's battered for life.

Just So You Know

It might be hard to see (this).

But, it gets hard for me (miss).

To see how you can be (amiss)

when shelter is here for you.

You fight me when I send (aid).

And scream when I won't bend (unswayed).

Then blow up before you mend (grenade).

Shattering me to bits.

I'd offer you some shade (near).

From pain this world made (here).

Just promise you won't fade (dear)

And I'll stay by your side.

I try to do my best (for you).

Sometimes I'll fail a test (or two).

But know that I won't rest (it's true)

Until you see the light.

You could become a star (bright).

And shine to places far (light).

If you'd just raise your bar (might)

And not run from the world.

I guess that's all I have to (say).

Turn the page and start anew (day).

Sometimes, life will test you (way).

You can survive, and, I am here.

Life Doesn't Wait

Feet snug in the mud.

Hoping I don't get stuck.

Now my shoes are dirty,

and I'm feeling out of luck.

Tried wishing for better days.

Picked out a shooting star.

Feels like they never hear me,

maybe they're just too far.

Ones across the clock,

show up twice in a while.

The twos show up too quickly,

like one's going out of style.

Now I'm stuck with my girly dreams;

They keep me wishing on fate,

But my somber slumber sobers me:

Life just doesn't wait.

I untie my dirty, heave shoes

and with bare feet walk on.

Controlling my own path and

making my brighter dawn.

No more time for shooting stars.

No more time for silly dreams.

If you want a better reality,

trust in you, as crazy as it seems.

Demon's Throne

Pushing the closet shut,

Hoping they don't come out.

Voices inside my head,

hearing them scream and shout.

Why won't they leave me alone?

Why won't they just let me be?

Trying to live my life, but

the demons keep haunting me.

Memories just won't fade;

Too vivid for me to forget.

Wanting to stop all these games,

But the memories won't let me quit.

Haunting my every dream.

Why won't they just let me sleep?

Good thoughts I long for,

but bad thoughts in do they seep.

Waiting for the day when

they finally leave me alone.

But for now I stay,

kneeling to the demon's throne.