Stained Monochrome Wings

Two-Faced Facade

04-29-13 (revised 01-07-16)

Would you look past and see

my savior complex is

all about me.

Saving you so you can

bring me to

a world of cyan.

I'm joshing you all,

this facade,

this dangerous downfall.

The loud, carefree facade:

an excuse for the pain

and the

cover-up.

In Anarchy and Conspiracies

04-19-13

The world's gone to shit,

sitting in wonder,

are we next?

Will we get caught up

in the thick of it?

The ultimate anarchy,

much more chaotic

than the overthrow imagined,

than the peaceful termination

and relapse

wanted by us.

Is it conspired by a higher power?

Is it the will of a God?

What's the...

Conceivable Attachment

04-14-13

Arranged a date with Death,

and dying;

a contemplated

felo-de-se;

The day

we went drinking

was barely concrete,

then gray

like the stains on

white pants.

Symbolizing revival

a rebirth and awakening.

Seemingly.

But an attachment conceived

Savior Complex

04-12-13

I feel ready

not presumptuous,

feeling risky and reckless

but ready nonetheless.

Even more ready

to quit,

to start

living again.

Though it's hazardous

to move from the insecurities

that keep me so secure.

The norm way of life that

contain my sanity

in the detonation of insanity.

I will break from my comfort zone

for you...

Invisible Monster

04-14-13

I need you to

look at me and see

the Invisible Monster exists.

Make me feel needed,

please need me.

Breathe adoration into

my pathetic, shallow

existence.

Love me, hate me,

either,

recognize me and

put meaning into myself.

Too weak-willed

to make an alteration,

faineant and abjected.

I cannot endeavor,

with al...

To You

04-03-13 (revised 12-29-15)

A suicide-prevention program

in disguise.

From the kids of the Fucked-Up,

the internally, morally corrupted.

The most desperate people,

the ones with

the strongest of

facades.

They die out, and fall.

they hide it all from those

except the

fellow Fucked-Up.

To you, who told me to kill myself,

who ...

The Bros

03-14-13

All my friends, all my Bros

we all open the scars while

hiding from one another,

afraid of feeling, afraid of being insecure.

Covering insecurities with Brotherhood.

Joining together the social rejects,

the fucked up, the sad, the lonely, the heartbroken,

the abused;

the raped of mind, body or soul

Or all of the above.

We’re a society of alike background, alike feelings.

Blackened

12-31-13

You smelled of cigarettes

and of sick and lonely

teenage boy.

This was anticipated,

this shitty poem,

these reoccurring Gatsby feelings.

Self-harm when the sun comes up,

an overdose during the day.

Suicide by sunset

of a manic depressive.

Cover it up with this façade,

and smother it in your vic...

Divine Collaboration of Two Suicide Angels

Written with Dakoda Strack

07-22-13

Both together,

our common feats

of sex had, drugs done and

suicide contemplated;

These are our sins and our crimes against God on high,

Indulgence divine; whatever it takes to die.

Down to the core,

to the root of all problems

i...

Jumper

04-14-13

We're crazily insane,

trying to blast through the pain.

You lying to you,

lying through blood

and teeth.

Me lying to me,

running from my lies,

from my everything.

So powerless during the days

you want to die.

Dependent on this,

dangling on the edge of ropes,

ready to jump,

to jump.