A man came to me at a gas station
asking for change.
He said he needed gas so he could get home.
I didn't believe him.
...
The sky fills with black
but I am unaware
The ability to know this is what I lack
I have no good inspiration
...
I keep returning
to the house of glass
just to admire its beauty
...
Loneliness sets in and
I light a match,
burn a cigarette
and wait to be slowly murdered
...
This itch,
This obsession is my passion
So much inspiration
...
If I read your work
it is because I know for a fact
that it is greater than my own
...
Face to face
nice and comfortable
warm and toasty
dark and quiet
...
There was a man who climbed to the moon once
It was much quieter there than anywhere else
No one there to bother him with foolish problems of
the world below
...
Nothing in my head
Nothing in my dreams
I will wake, eat, and sleep until dead
Nothing ever satisfies it seems
...
Do not be like the others
choose another path
The world is filled with the same people.
I have nothing but utter wrath
...
For the man who will give it all away
as the pages burn in his head
For the willing and true people
as the old score pronounces them dead
...
A black wall
A nonexistent obstacle
A giant beast
A figment of your imagination
...
Feeling compelled to do what is necessary
I push out the mental thought of failure
Because I have no time to be anxious
...
You have nothing to be anxious about
Because you have everything you need
Breathe
...
it is not important.)
The True Veteran
A man came to me at a gas station
asking for change.
He said he needed gas so he could get home.
I didn't believe him.
But something came over me.
It wasn't fear
it was generosity.
I checked in my wallet for a dollar,
and found two ten dollar bills instead.
He said a dollar was fine,
but that wasn't what I had.
So I gave him ten.
He was so thankful,
and as I drove away I watched him fill up.
I regret it.