Danger: Words may be larger than they appear.

You should probably know, That the last one, Left me like a black hole, Black holes are just the universe gasping for light, So for the last two years, I've gone on a tirade, Grabbing all the light I can, I already feel like we're two binary stars, That orbit each other, Floating in our spaces, Not sure where we fit, But we're gonna get there, And when we do, Goddamn we're gonna shine, I'm excited for the day, The day we crash together, I've got this funny feeling, That with our interests, Our christmas lists, Are probably mirror images of each other, You're definitely something, Since you can make me grin like an idiot on command, From two cities away, Through cell phones, And the time we've spent together was insane, With the screaming, and the shouting, And the robots, Relax everyone, It was a robotics competition, And that shit get's crazy, I don't know what it all is yet, But I haven't ever been as...

I want to take it all back, All the lawnmowers I sold, All the jokes I cracked, That lunch I hastily put together, All those things with that girl, Even though she made me smile, Even after hearing the news about you, It's the first death that's been close to me. And some would argue, Self included, That he wasn't all that close, But it hit me hard, And it fucked up my day, The day I was trying not to let win, But nothing brings back a friend, Even one you only hung out with by proxy, We all miss you Spike, Friend by proxy or whatever, The world is a little bit colder today, Without you.

Stop looking, You won't find me there anymore, I gave up on that, Giving up on the past takes a lot longer than you'd expect, Now I'm trying to drink it all in, To fill up the hole that has been there since I noticed it, Drink it all up, Cough back out the fire and lightning that won't settle, Keep your head on as straight as it will go, Keep trying, Trying to live the way the stream is pushing, But I still don't flow right, There's still no slow night, There's still a twist in my fins, Still a popping sound where there should be pumping, Things are loose in there, Awkward like a thrift store teapot, If you're going to reach in, The way you are, Be careful, Because I still haven't figured out the directions, And I wouldn't want you to lose anything you cared for, Feel free to try something out, But be careful, I don't want to cut you with the things I've kept in there, I've done my best to let them go, B...

Most days the wind blows cold through my chest, With a gloomy howl you find in movies, Especially this time of year, The time of year I'm reminded, Of the can-string telephone we never got to make, The allergies kick up physically and emotionally, I know I'm supposed to celebrate and be happy, But it's hard to live without pieces of you, That you never knew, I want to say I'm on to something new, I want to say I'm finding ways to handle it, I want to say a lot, Like usual, The words come on too fast for me to control, Too much for me to not feel like a fool, Grasping for something that makes sense In a place I have long been confused with, So I keep my mouth shut this time, Fear of losing what I've got already, What little balance has been achieved, I'm afraid to take a step in any direction, The water here is warmer than I'm used to, And for now, That's all I really need, Until the wind dies down a little, Or the ho...

My chest lies open most days, My heart rusts when it rains, Eyes permanently set to 'Record', Nose, running, like it's a marathon, My mouth is a hand grenade, Mom lost the pin praying for me to to be able to talk, 'Front toward enemy' should be on my forehead in black ink, Now I can't quit fragmenting myself, Like a high explosive martyr, I want to sleep more, Work less, Write more, There are too many days where I want to drop everything I have, In the name of everything I wish to be, And I can't decide on whether or not to push the button, If I do will I blast off or explode on the launchpad?

“Do you really know Kung Fu?” he asks, He’s one of my favorites, Sometimes he walks up to me, Says “Hey Bill” he calls me Bill because, “Keynan doesn’t fit”, “Did you ever take any martial arts?” He prods, “I took Karate once, and I know poetry,” I teach high school kids how to build robots with my spare time, It’s really fucking rad, “How is poetry a martial art?” He asks skeptically, Block, Parry, Metaphor! Poetry is like Aikido smooth, soft, and uses the weight of others for its’ strength, Poets will snap your head back like a Chuck Norris roundhouse kick, Words can stop your heart like the five finger death punch, I can rip your soul out like a Mortal Kombat character with the depths of my mind, When I help these kids with their English homework it hurts, I want to give them some of this feeling, So they will be excited about the power of punctuation, Explain how ‘gangster’ proper grammar really is, For them to understand that language can be a...

Welcome to manhood, I hope you read the sign on the way in, You aren't allowed to have feelings or display them if you do, Those are accidental and pretty gay, Whoa whoa whoa, Back it up, First off, thats kinda fucked up and second, Last I checked we're all wired for that emotional shit, So sit down and shut the fuck up for a second, Just because you're a man doesn't mean any of that horseshit is true, A real man brings his lady flowers, Not because he fucked up, But because she'll like that shit, Real men fall in love, Get nervous, Cry about it, like a pussy, No scratch that, like a human being, And probably won't even mention it, Unless there's some idea of a chance, Make an ass out of himself, Be embarrassed and try and play it off like he just fell down, Emotionally, Isn't that what those awkward conversations are anyways? Real men don't fuck around with that "Not allowed to have feelings" Old world shi...