The Concussion.

Pull me from
this concussive state.
I can't see straight
I don't want to
and I won't look you
in the eye,
because when I do
I see trails of smoke
a fading line
of what we used to be.
I see stars
spangled and caught
row on row in symmetry
and I'm lost in it all
and my head pounds.
It still pounds.

Spalted Maple Telecaster!

I am now the very excited and proud owner of this guitar! I'm so excited I thought I'd share it with you guys.

Edit: In my excitement I forgot the best part about showing off a new guitar: Specs! So it's a solid body made of mohogany and sports a spalted maple top. The neck pick-up is a Duncan '59, and the bridge is a Duncan Pearly Gates. It has one volume knob and one tone with a coil tap, so you get a lot of versatility when it comes to tone. I'm honestly in love with it; I can't wait to try it out at a band practise.

The Way The Cards Fall.

One day
all your kingdom
will burn to the ground
and you will ask God
"why me?"
"what have I done
to deserve this?"
and in response
you will hear
the simple scraping scythe
of the wind
as it carries the ash away
to a new kingdom
and bears fertile soil
for someone else.

The Tide.

The tide is rising--
I'm afraid
of this swelling emotion
afraid it's taking over.
I watch as
the dark water curls
and crashes
over my head.
My reflection
looks strangely
like my mother
and my father too
and I'm drowned
in anxiety
and failure
their's
and mine.

What It Is To Be Human.

In my weakest hour
I am human.
I take
what I want
I burn
what I need
I deconstruct
my own body
because I can
because I am human
because I have
an exceptionally
dark heart.
And in my weakest hour
I am not burdened
by my heart
or the marks
it leaves
in my wake.
I am served well
by the snarling chains
of my own
existentiality.

Hunted.

In my head my thoughts
are like helpless rabbits
hunted by the red fox--
frozen like cinder blocks,
my fear--
I cannot command it.

What Happened At The Party.

Things are quiet
the tense speaks
to the night before.
A night of too much drinking
a budding friendship fading
with the buzz
of a social construction.

Pressure

Just because
everyone does
shouldn't mean I must.
I feel those pressures
more than most.
They pound inside my skin
wait to be free
from the chains
I keep around myself.
Is it worth
the restraint
I nestle into?
Time won't
reliquish that secret
to me.

The Band.

the band got together
last night
uneasy talk, small smiles
a little bit of punk
a little bit of rock
a little bit of everything
a little bit disjointed
until we play.
Sounds bind together
into something harmonious
and things make sense
for a little bit.

Basketball Practise.

Ball bouncing between hands
a break neck pace
as they tear down
the court.
Muscles move
in perfect ferocious
sync.