I write it, cause I can’t hide it, it’s both literally and literary.
i’m no more special, just a little naive. I want you all to see
what I see. I want you to be a litter more real.
No T.S. to B.S. after E.E. there’ll be me.
someone like you, with enough time to write it
I don’t have to sell it for your to buy it.
They’re all engaged to think
what I think, it’s the quite
soul that knows what’s inside.
It’s not up for discussion
or thought, this all is a scandal, I can’t speak
so I write.
Pretentious is sensseles
with no spine to spell it,
they don’t know it so they’ll
never show it.
Their physode is fake
their passion is shallow
any problem’s too sever for these pansies
to solve em’
If living is getting ready to die then stop whining and try. Live is always worth living you’ll never receive as much as you’re giving. Your cries are like stories you tell, if proven wrong, I’ll wish you well. If living is awaiting death then to me you’re just a waste of breath.
If he is not me
then we are not we
and it is not to be,
if only he were me.
Times constantly building to something
as we crumble to nothing
it can’t be caught
or rethought
because times constantly building to something
Times constantly building to something
and if not for something or one thing then what then
cause the time I lose I can’t replace,
because times constantly building to something
You and I, equal nothing.
Your eyes mean nothing.
Your smile means nothing.
Your change means nothing.
Your confusion means nothing.
Your upside down smile means nothing.
Your tears mean nothing.
You mean nothing.
You’ve been gone for six months and nothing.
I’m still here and unable to understand anything.
Yesterday I’ll forget.
Today I’ll dream.
Soon I’ll blink.
Later I’ll try.
Tonight I’ll die.
Tomorrow I’ll repeat.
We’re a generation not lost, just not yet defined. We struggle, lie, deny, hide, we call, but there’s no reply. I’m no bigger, better, stronger, or smarter, I’ve just got a thick skull and something to prove. There’s no stop in me. I’ll keep writing, fighting, and lighting so you know where to find me.
There is no type of currency that can debt.
I’m constantly chasing it, trying to catch it.
But there is no catching it, because it never sleeps,
it mocks me, it watches me sleep. Do I ignore it?
My journey is a life sentence. There is no short cut or spark notes.
I will have to struggle for years in the darkest of nights before the light
of the sun can kiss my cold pale body. It is disheartening, but it is my calling,
there is no other way I can be.
-Nebur Escalante-
