I miss the warped tour lemonade

it was all just so damn hot

and I know I know    

the earth is objectively a lot warmer now 

but the heat feels different, ya know? 

somethings different 

something is definitely decidedly 

different

derivatively

I can’t dare to speak for we

but I really could feel something coming on

and it was hard to put in words

and it still is

I have a lot of memories but

for their sake

I try as best as I can to leave them be

they were good

and we all should be so lucky to be free 

Smallness but wonderful and so very unreachable the same the same

There is a part of me you’ll never see

I don’t even go in there

I can’t find the door

There is a part of me where I can’t be

I know its bite well

gnarling gnarling 

It plays its part possibly

due to protection

Does its dance

to perfection

It isn’t good or bad

Maybe 

I don’t even know what it is 

I can’t find it I won’t 

But I take comfort that it exists

Even if it collides with me and some days it wins

gnarling lovingly gnarling twisting longingly twisting

distorted form unyielding swarm 

There is a part of me you’ll never see

but then again

there is also more

I like to sleep because it means less time being awake

To be a nothing 

is everything that

someone 

could ever dream of 

I

dont wanna be a

me 

anymore 

Al Gore Rhythm 

We are all too lazy to live our lives 

with passion fervor fire rapture ardor

I will take a seat on a bench under a tree 

Watch a few leafs fall if they feel like falling

And just let all of this bigness happen to me

And if its to be wild violence or a pyramid of pleasure

I’m not afraid to be with any of it

BBBB 

when your life becomes small 

every single specific thing feels so big

it’s great when every moment matters

so viciously vicously vital 

Cavities eat at teeth

Isn’t that hilarious? 

Courage during difficult times 

Don’t giveupon wonder 

Don’t lose the thread 

Let it burn burn at your fingernails 

Let it engulf you let it enfold you 

And when it feels like you can’t 

You can you can 

You can 

You will 

This Poem is about Being a Friend 

I can’t figure out the how

But I’ll never stop the trying

And if I crack the code 

There will be comfort in the dying 

If I can help I can help I can 

We didn’t ask for this

And we definitely wouldn’t 

But I will be here each and every day 

In my own small way

This is all just to say 

I hope it helps you to feel okay 

Questions that I Like to Ask (myself and others)

What does “making it” look like to you?

Do you remember your first taste of freedom?

Do you ever dream? 

What piece of music stirs up weird feelings and why do you listen again and again? 

Do you remember your first time in a movie theater? 

How do you like your popcorn seasoned?

What snacks do you eat in bed? 

Do you ever think this is all a dream?

What would I do without you?

Have you ever had a pet whom you didn’t love?

What is challenging you the most lately? 

What is your favorite setting for a story? 

At what age did you become the you that you are today? 

Have you ever had a forbidden love? 

When is your favorite time to make love?

When is your favorite time to fight? 

Did you think things would be like this?

Do you have a source of entertainment that is very out of the ordinary? 

Can you describe when you realized you weren’t free? And couldn’t ever be? 

Do you think your life would be very different if you had a different name? 

Do you think words can accurately describe a feeling?

What other than words can accurately describe a feeling? 

Why do we answer questions when we are asked? 

I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t

Thats okay its more interesting 

this way

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