coarse

i want to say so much. but i won't. the words are gone. whispered deep in my own head. forgotten. oh well. i'm swallowing at 23 so ready for the rest. my throat is calous and hard. i could swallow razors blades. i do swallow razor blades. it's pathetic how i downplay my disdane for this life. my morals are sidelined living in form not reality. it's all a dream. i'm learning. i'll never learn.

new flags

how does the dust settle in your dreams...
my tattoos unfurl like banners.
these flags mean more than blood and honor.
no country binds this. no false sense of unity.
no patronage or lineage. just a workin mind, sweat, anger, determination
and a stare that could knockout idle minds on pitch black nights
this isn't for the weak. the passerby. this isn't command and response. this is a brake peddle. a time to stand still and be every feeling you've ever hoped for. see every smile, every warm place
knowing every second's war is won. and the deeds of the dead
hang banners of love and hope... every second i'm faked in your dream is every second i find myself completely surrendered to. i hope it settles a little like that.