Watched A Snail Crawl Along A Rock For About Half An Hour Today. That's The Real Shit

Watched a snail crawl along a rock for about half an hour today. That's the real shit

Like You

I'm no good at drawing, since I dont draw like you.

I draw with a computer mouse, liner and unrealistically.

You draw with a pen, dancing on the paper and recreating the things you see.

I'm no good at singing, since I don't sing like you.

I sing quietly, with no flow, a broken hum in the background.

You sing proudly, and can go up and down and back again, you're supposedly the best around.

I'm no good at poetry, since I dont write like you.

I bleed words onto the page, raw and unedited, too tired for my age.

You dazzle with words, sketching pictures with metaphors and simile, a painting on a page.

I'm not a good person like you, I'm full of ache and disappointment.

I compare and contrast in my head, never satisfied with what I do.

I know you do the same, just hide it better, something such an open book like me cant hope to.

Mashed those two most recent poems I did together, pretty satisfied with the result. 

Gonna read Lord of the Flies again so I can relive my trauma

Ace (A) Scorpion! 

Candied Glass

Today I ran into your arms crying,  Said I needed to feel wanted. Tonight we talked for hours,  Time passing as if it were candied.  My mistakes and fear, All but forgotten.

but What about after I leave?  When I’m still awake and you’re asleep?  What about tomorrow? When I remember everything I was worried about? What about next week? When I long so deeply for you again?  I can never ask for your affection,  I can only beg for it.  You seem so far above me,  Something priceless I’m not allowed to touch. or Something so fragile, Something I’m just too scared to break.

Sometimes I worry that you’ll shatter, Like colorful candied glass. Beautiful and delicate,  Too good for a brute like me.