A true friend is someone around whom you can be yourself, primarily because they can't think any less of you than they already do.

Maybe it's not who we are or what we do that defines us. Maybe it's just that we are.

If you don't fail, you will never truly succeed.

Growing Into Older Eyes, Learning Bigger, Greater Lies

Stings and soothes when in the hand
And bittersweet, when tasted
'Naught so hollow then as now
The thought of life yet wasted.

It follows then that none will know
My thoughts so slowly scavenged
That I in ignorance would share
To teach, to learn, to challenge.

Twas also love that I adored
And lusted for in silence
Sadly, no form of love yet shown
Has hidden all its violence.

To learn of life and death in full
This is the greatest bounty
But there is none that I hate more
Than mythical maturity.

Like so, it stings and burns when held
And poisonous, when tasted
Ne'er so hollow as twill be now
To see my life was wasted.

Resume

"Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live."

- Dorothy Parker

The Crypt and Keeper

I am eternal,
I am intellectual,
I see the bad ones
From a mile away.

Me? I'm nobody
I say what's on my mind
But I throw myself into
What I do, every day.

You fool, you don't know
What sorrow you sow
The hurt you ignore
Will be yours tomorrow.

Dude, your ego's showing
Besides, I've got passion
I'm nobody's cleric
But I can go with the flow.

Though my mind sees it all
My heart is so blind
I wish just for once
To feel something inside.

I'm tired of hurt
I see only today
And I'm tired, so tired
Of showing when I cry

Please show me your love

Please show me who

I'll love you if you'll

Do the same for me too.

The anticipatin'
Is intoxicatin'
What do I have to do to win, huh?

I'm still waiting for
The sky to burn with fire
From within my eyes
When the whole world will be engulfed in
Furious passion

Effervescent,
Joyous,
Passion.

The Manic Mathematic

It's odd -
When a variable,
Unknown
Is assigned
To it's own
Integer or meaning
It ceases, comes undone

Perhaps I'm insane
Trying to determine
What is beyond my reach
But I believe that

Random
Is
Quantum.

The truest way to determine the nature of another man's heart is by the color of their lightsaber.

Depression: A Cocktail Best Served Bold

It makes me wonder:

What?
The crossweave of misery and mystery
Like Prozac and
Trans-Atlantic flights to
Skydive into the Olympics.
Or the urge to castrate my dreams with a cubicle
Chemical ends.

Luckily I can now see
What the emo kids must be
When they say to themselves:
"I think I may be in over my life."

Triptych.
Bright hair,
Red lipstick.
Fall gently through my fingers.

Maybe the third time really is the charm.

Dear Diary (Love Dan)

So it is the winsome siren
That conquers my heart.

Even if for a moment,
This joy springs mellifluous
If not to others, than to me
I won't miss a beat,
I won't just play the cues,

I'll take the reins,
Take the stand.
You can have my hand,
And maybe, just maybe
My heart.

The mature, when defeated, are overjoyed.

In Difference

I raised my head. Her posture and expression made it clear to me that she had grown tired of being the anterior of my witticisms. So I smirked.

"There's only the feeble gray of civilization. The most intense, whether dark or light, are thrown out, above and below respectively."

"True, but the sand on the seashore does not favor those who are drowned most regularly by the tide." My eyebrows met, discussed her proposition, and promptly dismissed it.

"Segregation occurs by bits, by leaps, by the nation. There is no time or calculation, it is over before you can even consider its existence. It is" I emphasized, "completely natural."

Clearly she was fed up.

What Is the Depth of Desperation?

It's the thrill of the cautious defeat,
Painfully taken,
Like blood.

One moment of pain,
For the chance of new life.

Because it is risk
That brings the twist
Of changing fortunes,
Changing winds,
Those breezes brisk.
That bite through boredom
Like a needle pierces the skin.

I'm Back (Deep with Desparation)

Trying to resurrect
I pull myself, frail,
Root by root
Up the canyon wall

But I suspect
That I am vain
And the driver's side reflection
Does my pain
No justice.

So my heel grinds the dirt to powder
And the tremor, the clamor,
Is louder,
Now
It crushes me
And hope seems hardly a happy compromise
I'd rather a solution
Or a shovel . . .