Children

I am terrified of children
especially the pudgy ones
who waddle through life
eating hot dogs, toast, and glue,
neglecting their mother tongue
in favor of Buzzfeed and Spongebob.
They are far from harmless:
they are the future,
and that is all the terror
I will ever need.

Insomnia

At night
light from outside my window
switches back and forth
click click click silently.
I watch from underneath my eyelids
when I should be sleeping,
the subtle on off
a light dark lullaby.

Meaning

What is the virtue
of a pleasure driven life?
Aimless aimless everything
apathy and attitude
wasted weekends
narcissistic nothing.

But, okay.
Spend your money on watches and dress shoes and wine.
Spend your hours on YouTube and Netflix and football.
Spend your life on yourself.
Fake happiness in the pursuit of it,
and you will find the emptiness you fear.
Insomnia
At night
light from outside my window
switches back and forth
click click click silently.
I watch from underneath my eyelids
when I should be sleeping,
the subtle on off
a light dark lullaby.

What If

What if I were to write
the songs I hear when sleeping?
What if I were to know
the answers I’ve been missing?
What if I were to do
the things I know I shouldn’t?
What if I missed the chance,
the only that will come?

Slipping

I am slipping away
in stars unseen
in smiles unsmiled
in roads unran.
And all the things I do
just tear me limb from limb,
leaving nothing but a boy
afraid of nothing more than failure.