I (dentity)

I know who I am,
I know who I'm not,
I know what I'm worth,
I know what you're trying to do.
But the only thing you need to know,
Is that I don't need to know you.



The Unwanted Desire

Tomorrow is another fine day,
So my friends and siblings said.
"Don't worry, you'll be okay,
It's just the shit inside your head."
The shit inside my head,
That blinds my good-minds thoughts.
When will it disperse,
How long till it unlocks.
I don't even have to look,
At her face or at her eyes,
To know that when I think of her,
It's my heart that I despise.
Better to love and lose,
Than not to love at all.
But what good is love
When it's not even real at all?
The only time when I feel alive,
Is when I'm almost dead.
The unwanted desire is her,
Roxanne is in my head.




The Two-Brained Marsupial
(Macropidadae)

Hello everyone!  I'm hungry!
Let's go jump down some stairs!
After school we can hang out,
Play some guitar at your pad.
I like that song you're listening to,
I know the name of the band!
I wanna get some practice too, 
So I can start a band!
Oh, finally, school is out for today...
I'll ride your bus to hang out with you.
It's not a far walk away to my house from yours,
So no big deal, that's what friends are for...right?
Oh, you can't have me over?
You won't let me in?
That's okay I guess, I understand.
I'm gonna go home now, Cya tomorrow.
Fucking pushover asshole.
You don't even try to debate.
Your mother doesn't like me,
All I wanted was to earn her respect.
Now I sit here in my dark, cold room.
Thanks to all the things that make me think,
I have fun.
No matter what happens here,
It stays here with me.
Like the dark side of the moon,
You never see it unless you look around.
When I'm at school,
You see me bright and fine,
I act like I am perfect, but don't get me wrong.
The darkest of things
Hide from the light.
The blanket covers the dust,
To hide the ugly chair.
Used and forgotten,
But still part of your life.
One thing I have learned,
Happiness to me is nothing but a lie to me,
When I'm acting in my best,
My brains are killing me slowly.



Why go that far?

It's so damn hard to do all this work,
I just can't get myself to try.
Everyone has such an easy time, 
Why is it so hard for me?
My life is just as good,
As any other furson's.
Why does my mind
Have to make it so much worse?
I want to stop right here,
Like resting in a race.
Only I haven't started running,
I was born at the finish line.
With nothing but pressure,
To make me just as great
As the world.




The Window on the Wall

There's peace in my room, no sound, but a feeling.
I think to hate it, but I don't always do.
Come next golden welcome, I wish not to move.
I must try to fight it.
Not knowing what is wrong is worse than knowing,
Your feelings for yourself sink to the floor.
To the ceiling rises your anguish, your hate, bad memories
Flush on the walls are your enemies, with their comrades in hand.
Emptiness is your only attraction.
But when we feel these most, is when we see the least.
When I release myself for a time of rest,
Laying heavily on my back,
My head fills with the ceiling.
All the memories of those mimics, taunting me to tears.
When I change to prone, feelings from the floor elevate,
Greeting me only to wave goodbye once again.
On my side, tail hanging off of the edge, nothing but the wall's friends,
Threatening to take away all that is good, beating every side of my body.
But out the window, my eyes never run astray.
Nothing could be better, than to venture a step beyond that sill.
For out there, there are no floors.
No ceilings.
Walls do not exist.
Magic no longer shines only in dreams,
But in the bodies of all who thrive in this haven.
Could there be a chance to taste the sweet sensation,
If the threshold were to falter?
Despite my imprisonment in this dismal abode,
There will be a day
When a cool, crisp breeze
Will flow through that window.


My Ricky Roo

Who's bright happiness can break the clouds,
but the one I know who makes me smile?
When I think of it I want to cry,
not from breaking,
not from heart aching,
but from the butterflies in my stomach.
None other can change me from black to white,
Or stop the rain from falling on my head.
There's not a word to say the least,
of how much meaning it means to me.
Like a clear ray of light on a foggy day,
it points me to the sun
but I am not blinded by its eyes.
I only wish to be but one of those clouds
Feeling it's warmth
Who's bright happiness can break the clouds?
There is none other
But the one I know more than I know myself
My Ricky Roo.