Anthem

I forever think this will be my anthem. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZhQOvvV45w

Enjoy!  :)

Hated

The scar tissue screams when it's ripped from the body.
Then it is tossed aside like moldy garbage, forgotten moments later.
You go on about your life,
and there I am, gasping for breath
My red ribs still exposed,
an empty void where a heart used to live.
Salty tears well up as my mind realizes what just happened.
It doesn't hurt yet, but little do I know, I am still dying.
Death spreads it spindly hands over me, and squeezes every cell until it bursts.
I can still see you for a little while, off in a corner in this vast world
you refuse to call for help.
To think, if you had just told someone
I still might have been alive today.

Color Blind

What colors do you see that I do not?
Is there some hue of blue I never have seen?
Does it explode in the eye,
or sink in the soul?
Does everyone else see this color,
and I'm the only one?
Or is it a color that I never knew
existed in the first place?
Can you describe it to me?
"Well it moves, and it's vibrant,
and it jumps and it's silent
and it loves and it's the color of lightness."
But what does that all mean?
What if I don't see the same colors you see at all?
What is color?

Before You Died

"with all of this bad fucking luck something good needs to come my way"
These are the last words I know you said.
These were the words that you let stain your lips.
These are the words that you let us keep.
There are the words that we will remember you by.

Alley Cat

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Da6bBKLPEGg

One of my favorite things to do
is wander through the alleyways of this old town.
I take my camera with me
and try to capture all the things that people think they hide.
I can see their backyards,
and I feel like I'm spying on some private sector of their lives.
Sometimes I see things people never thought I would,
a shattered pot, in pieces by the road.
And old photo, one half burned away.
A rusty license plate from Missouri.
A flaking mural painted by grandma years ago on the garage door.
I especially like to do this when it is cloudy out,
then I can allow that melancholy feeling I get
wash over me
as I spy on the most forgotten aspects of our lives.

Wasting time

The worst feeling in the world is
when you wake up and a cold bolt runs straight through you.
It's after you look at the clock,
and the glaring digital eyes scorn you.
You can try to apologize,
but that will never reverse the crime you've committed.
Go ahead, try to say to yourself that you can find more,
that somewhere in your day you can reknit the fabric of time.
But it's like being attached to a sinking anchor,
as you are dragged further underneath.

Raisin Bran Crunch

In my own type of silent rebellion today,
I pulled out the box you labeled "your cereal".

I don't even like raisins, but I don't care.

And as I poured out those crunchy flakes into my own bowl,
I felt the exhilarating sense of freedom,
If we didn't have milk, I would eat it with my bare hands.
This bowl of cereal is one boundary I can overstep,
something I can do to make you uncomfortable.
And now there's nothing you can do about it.
Some deep part of me hopes that you get angry over this,
or have any type of reaction at all.
And as I chew the flakes slowly in my mouth,
alone in our living room,
I can't help but feel more uncomfortable than I have felt before.