frankensteins monkeys

leaking out of memories
my mind is full of tiny people
frankenstein's monkeys
whose limbs
are attached with string
and fall off
as they run around frantically
trying to patch the leaks
i keep 

forgetting
forgetting
forgetting

they are clumsy
and not very good at
their jobs.

they attempt to put the gears
in my head to use
turn giant knobs
make me
work
but in reality
that gear is out of order
the other ones are gone, lost, disappeared
the monkeys are just turning
one big wheel
moving my blood
just enough
so that i can stumble through
existance

my dog
is asleep on my bed
dreaming through a thunderstorm

she looks so calm

there is a tornado warning
and i want it to come
my life is a tornado
of anger and depression

the boat is leaving
sailing off without me

why do i exist
why
why am i here

i hate to be

they looked towards the stars

and when you look closely
you see that sunspots are mere
illusions that
the mighty can be perfect

another story

Love is melting.
Shedding ice
And allowing yourself
To be felt.

To be held, to be warm.

Love is puzzle pieces
Fitting into each others' arms
As if we were built to find 
Each other.
A feeling of completeness,
Of safety,
Of home.

Love is acceptance.
Understanding human flaws
And allowing nature
To take it's time
Every once in a while.
Never letting go for
An instance, protection,
Faith.
Trust in your love
That the crashing tides
Are not as close as they seem.
You will not fall.
You are safe.

GET ON WITH IT

GROWING INTO MY SKIN
EVERYTHING FEELS TOO TIGHT
TOO WRONG, UNAPOLOGETIC, MAYBE I'M
OVERTHINKING IT, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT TO BELIEVE
NOTHING CAN CHANGE HOW I FEEL IN THIS MOMENT
WAITING OUT MY NUMBERED DAYS THAT MIGHT NOT EXIST
INNOVATING ATTEMPTS AT ANXIOUS LIVING
THRIVING ON SIR'S, HANDSOME'S, AND YOUNG MAN'S, BUT I
HATE THIS
I HATE BEING TREATED LIKE A FREAK, BECAUSE I'M TRYING MY BEST
TOO LONG I HAVE TO WAIT TO BE ACCEPTED AS ISAAC

DISMAL

NOTE ON HOW
OUR EXISTENCE ROTS LIKE DEATH IN
THE SUN, WORTHLESS
INVERTED WASTED TIME.
COLLAPSING UNDER THE WEIGHT OF THE
EARTH...
MY LUNGS ARE CEMENT,
EVER SILENCED.

OLD CARS & DEMONS

VINDICTIVE MEMORIES OF
INTRICATE DESIGN
NEVER BELIEVED IN GOD, BUT
THOUGHT THE UNIVERSE RAN ON KARMA
ARTIFACTS OF SPITE MADE TO BELIEVE
GOD SCREWED US ALL OVER
EVERYTHING FALLS BACK ON FEAR;

MILLENNIAL MARTYRDOM

YOUTH RIDES ALONGSIDE HOPE
OUR MOUTHS OPEN IN AWE OF RATS IN THE STREET
UNDEFINED IMAGINATION
REMNANTS OF TREEHOUSE DREAMS
EATING AWAY AT NEGATIVES

ALREADY SEEPING THROUGH

STRONG BONES
THICK SKULLS
RIDING INTERSTATES LIKE NEVER
ENDING MATH EQUATIONS
EMPATHETIC INSPIRATION WITHIN
TITAN FINGERS
LAMPS POWERED BY FIREFLIES
IGNITION SPARKS INTEREST
GHOSTS RESIDING IN ADOLESCENT BRAINS
HAUNTING SHAKY HANDS
TRAUMA FOLLOWS HYSTERIA

WILLOW TREES OF GENTLE FONDNESS
INTIMATE INTERACTIONS WITH THOSE WE LOVE
THREATS OF LIFE CONSTANTLY HANG OVER OUR HEADS
HONORARY MEMBERS OF PANIC THERAPY

OPENLY TUNDRA
NEVER ENDING DESERT
EITHER WAY

WORDS MAKE NO SENSE TO ME
ADULTS DREAMING OF FIREFLIES
YOUTH HAS BECOME A GHOST

EACH CONCERNED LOVED ONE
YOU NEED ME?
EVER BELIEVED YOU WERE ALONE?
STATIONARY DAYDREAMS.