Thoughts. (not truly a poem)

transparent are the ways
that you'd mind
to shoot away the day
with senseless humor
and breaking power
using coercion to feel normal
killing the many many phases
broken down into blank faces
all you wanted was to take over.

and he got broken power.

take the knife,
please don't end your life,
that is senselessly selfish.

there are so many so much better.
but you took them.
many were yours to keep

but i cannot sleep without a
boat of no wheels with no oars made of steel
keep my shores from sinking in.
keep my scars from showing.

put on a fake personality,
make everyone but you think that it's me.

reality shakes its victims.

slouching you are beautiful,
up straight you cannot stand, you crumble.

eyes. all three staring at me,
but yes i know.

the lover went crazy today.
my lies went away.

and the lines,
not known to be straight or curved in some sort of way,
they are okay.

i could tell you a billion things about the fire.
and how you're such a dirty lier.
but it's to be nice.

and we all have them too.
as to not freak anyone out.
about our stupid teenage obscessions.

the ways i think are f...ed up,
the ways i dream are amazing.
the bays in the dream so amazing.

drowning...
you are drowning.
in green sinking shores,

within broken doors
that hide closets and nooses
you hide deep in the closet.
im on the threshold,
wondering if i should
and contemplating who i am.

i barely know you

he's a robot,
they are all robots. sickened with no feeling.

all these not poetry,
not thought out,
not mystery,
it is just a thought for you.
a thought of which evokes me.

a penny of my thoughts.