Something Old

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It was 9:00 pm.

The whole sophomore class was outside

the door,

whooping and hollering for

me.

All the jocks, cheerleaders,

and other popular people.

This dark closet seemed far from heaven,

with Alley Harmon in here,

but 7 minutes in here wasn’t that hard of

a task.

I was the cool guy now,

I could handle this.

It was 9:02 pm,

and she had barely moved.

Her black t-shirt tugging at her skin

made it hard to see her movements.

Alley Harmon was the type

of girl you didn’t want to be associated

with by social standards and

I could understand why…

Her sleek, greasy brunette hair

wasn’t as much of a turn-off

as her buck teeth.

People used to call her pizza pie,

but I think that was an

understatement to say the

least.

Acne ravaged her whole face

and the places where her

nails didn’t dig in far enough,

displayed her pus in all

of its gross glory.

I mean people didn’t really give me

a nickname,

but it doesn’t matter now.

I’m cool.

Music still blared in the

background, yet

their hollering didn’t seem to cease at all.
It was 9:06 and by now,

I had become a legend at Sarah Stone’s party.

Monday, everyone would know

my name: Tyler Hickee,

7 minute Heaven King.

This party was awesome,

yet I was really surprised that I even

got invited…

hmmm, how did Alley get invited?

The cool kids must be doing

their daily charity work,

feeding the geeky…

Poor Alley.

She just didn’t know how lame

she was.

It was 9:30 pm.

No one had come to unlock the door.

At all.

The music and cheering still raged on.

I started to wonder how they could keep it up still,

my lungs and voice would have gave in

by now.

It was 10:08 pm now.

The applause and music had skipped a couple of times.

Literally.

Then it was quiet.

The tape player kept asking for someone to

“eject disc”.

Aside from the repeating digital sound,

nothing else was heard.

This was bad,

but tolerable.

 Alley was still awake, leaning

over.

“I farted”, she said.

This was worst.

Thursday

Running, running, running, free, running, running,

"I don't know where I'm going"

Running, going, going, going, going, running,

My hands brisk over this green grass

"It's all happening"

Run. Run.

My mother never gave me the option.

But she never said stay either.

Run.

The thought of running seduces me.
I want to wrap myself in a blanket of euphoria
Drape it over my eyes
Like I've tried it all


Later Days, Longer Nights.
Pray for me.
Things are happening.

Since My Last Post Felt So Depressing

If It's Only Us

Let's Only Focus On the Day.
Tonight will always die.

(Life + You) x (Nothing - Death)

The world is ugly.
I'm going to let my fingers go on for this one.
I've been sober for a good while,
out of the nightlife and anything that comes with it.
 Tell me, do you believe this is all worth it?

I can't really speak with a clear head, but I do know that as I go on right now
It shakes me a bit.
I want to cry, but I'm holding back.
None of this matters.

We are the smallest dust particles on the cog of life's mechanical process.

That's it.

I'll enjoy my stay here, while it lasts, 
but there will be no legacy left behind.
The conversations, dreams, fears, my impact, will amount to nothing.
Very few people change the world. Everyone else just exist in it.
Don't get my wrong, I would love to change the world, in a positive way.
Kids reading my accomplishment(s) in textbooks, memorizing my name for some test.
But then again, did you really care back then
or couldn't just wait to turn in the exam?



I am an unique seed. It took two people to give me my special DNA.
I made myself with help from personal experiences. Exclusive to my life.
Although there is truly only one of me,
there are many others. 

I know what I mean. You need to catch up.

It's the way I see the world.
A big ole' paradox.
And once you understand this, you can finally breathe.
The Sun will be your pet and you may be shy, but secretly,
you'll want to be friends with everyone because there's no reason to ever turn anyone away.
We're all sadly in this together.
No one wants to do the things they are doing...well, at least the majority.
The world needs ditch diggers who love their job.
The world needs teachers who hate children.
The world needs police officers who wrongfully imprison people who just happen to fit the ID, just so they can move on up in the ranks to become detectives.
We need the ignorant. We need dumb worthless direction and bullshit.
The world needs meaningless things to happen, so they in turn become meaningful to us.
But you can't forget the root of your life lessons: they don't mean anything.

Someone has been through it before us. Someone will go through it again.
Someone has killed themselves to stop the pain.
Someone has persevered.
This is why I want to be your friend, so you know that
you're not alone. 

I can't write anymore.

"Life's the biggest troll but the joke is on us Yeah, the joke's you showed up"

Later Days, Longer Nights

Today I Say,

Fuck This.

Later Days, Longer Nights

The Refrain in B Flat

Can't you stay here?
You must catch your bus and return to a life no one wants,
A routine that the masses dictate you must complete,
So it goes...

Here, I running around.
Who wants you to be alone with the chocolate bar fumbling
around in your hand.
Its meant for two,
Its meant for two,
and you feel like you must wait to take a piece,
otherwise I'll feel slighted by your impatience.

Well, you got your cap that matches
the gown,
and well,
really,
who says you have to wait for anything?

I'm happy all the more.
There's the refrain.
Who knows where you can go.
There's the refrain again,
So it goes...

Later Days, Longer Nights