"photo album fade"

There is no true self.

We are constantly changing,

Evolving into something else.

We cannot work in stasis.

We cannot progress while stagnant.

We cannot afford to be faceless.

Our photographs will fade,

So, we take new ones.

Soon, we forget our old names

Because they never mattered in the first place.

"auditory mirror"

 Mirrors exist,

Where I live.

I don’t need you,

To remind me I look like shit.

I know I’m too skinny,

I know my face looks worn,

And through my skin,

I know you see my bones.

Since I can see,

I don’t need

An auditory mirror.

"letters to ghosts"

I sift through dwindling embers,

To try to read papers that I myself burned.

Papers from a time long ago,

Letters to ghosts;

I had thought I could let them go,

But instead I burned pieces of my soul.

There are charred remains in the fire pit,

But I can only read fragments.

None of the poems in my head

Are making sense,

Because they are puzzle pieces,

One by one dropped in sulfuric acid.

"stars"

I tried to grab the sunlight,

But I slipped and missed,

And fell into midnight.

I woke up in the pit of a black hole,

Where no light could escape.

I never stopped falling,

But without a reference point,

It feels like I am standing still,

In the dark,

Surrounded by stars.

"FIRE, walk with me"

I travel at light speed

Towards the grand finale

Releasing all my energy

In flames-

Total entropy,

I am completely isolated,

But in universal unity.

I am balanced in my insanity.

A fire burns

In the soul,

Devastatingly peaceful and

Beautifully destructive;

If only we could view ourselves,

From the outside,

To see how innately evil we are,

To see how innately good we are.

"Fibonacci"

Ouroboros,

I am eating myself

In this endless cycle.

I fell in love

With the downward spiral.

Fibonacci,

I can rearrange the chronology.

Time travel

With sedatives

Towards the dirt.

"one cig in the pack"

Only one cigarette left in the pack

And I’m itching

Because it keeps me off the harder stuff

Better find a store

“2 packs please.”

I drive north

Farther and farther,

Into Washington

Near the Canadian border;

I sleep on the streets.

Soon, I find a job.

I make a job.

Things are looking better

High demand

I have high supply,

Monopolize

I stay north,

It’s peaceful

Away from the nuclear family

Not that they’re bad people,

They just annoy me,

And now I feel free, in these daydreams.