#while we remember

[whileweremember]

Tomorrow never comes, it is always today. Today is your last chance to do something different

[whileweremember]

I Swear

I swear there's a girl out there with cold, burning stars in her eyes      lost, still hoping to be found

I swear there's a world out there hungry for compassion      lost, still hoping to be found

I swear there's a girl out there who offered the world her kindness      and it swallowed her whole

I swear there's a world out there who paid her back in malice     and it swallowed her whole

I swear the girl is still out there with cold, burning stars in her eyes     the fire is still burning

I swear the world is still out there and it still deserves our kindness

luckily,     the fire is still burning

[whileweremember]

Almost Honest.

Oh look another glass of red wine another sleepless night

My face, a smile plastered all over mindless social media self-promotion sheep to the organic slaughter

Clichés piling up in a dark corner

me curling up in a dark corner another cliché of a postmodern world

Another night of thinking another night of drinking

Worrying about if I am truly myself if I am true to my “self” if I am

My face

Plastered with the same stupid smile all over

Social media. School.

I wear the smile, and I wave my hands in the air like I just don’t care.

I laugh at the self-promotion the self, the stage, this here fucking narrative we’re all creating for ourselves

like we’ll ever become something real

like I’ll ever become anything.

To anyone.

What I say is:

“Yeah, I’m an artist, I see the world differently. I don’t believe in the capitalistic and self-concerned system consumerism has created in our time, and we ought to join together and break free of the constraints and live a fuller life liberated of societal demands.”

While what I mean to say is:

“Yeah, I’m an artist. I’m just not capable of performing, functioning in the real world like all the other grown-ups.”

But I can’t put that as my profile picture.

What I mean is:

“Yeah, I’m an artist. I get drunk a lot and talk about poetry, and every once in a while I write down a few sentences that sound good or look good and then I put them somewhere for no one to read hoping that one day someone will actually give a flying fuck about me and my words? And I know that there’s a million poets out there, and at least half of them are better than my plain bullshit.”

But that’s way too long for a twitter bio.

What I mean is:

“Yeah, I’m an artist. I know I should shut up and do something real with my time.”

That would make a terrible Facebook update.

What I mean is:

“I’m not special. Stop trying to make me think I am.”

  My friends want me to start taking the medication again.

A bit of news:

I recently performed my spoken word for the first time, and the above was my main piece. 

Also, a change of name and style here on the blog. Let’s be honest: “My Words Left Unsaid” was a bit clichéd and a bit 2010. “While We Remember” means much more to me and is also the title of a major project I’m working on. I’ll update you guys.