The Way Cynics Dream

Fragile is this name
Hollow that all ideas echo out
In monotone
Tilt you sideways
So can finally see the world straight
You feel as though words
Are a flurry inside head
No matter how much you write
Speak or scream
They just keep covering you
Until all you see is white
And you are out of breath
Pencils are thieves
And pens are fleeting
Both taking something
Each time they fall from fingertips
It is a catalyst
You would tell me
A sign this life is pointless
A slanderous experience
That leaves us all feeling cheap
And our words are hostages to these pointless mazes
Instead of being our tools to fight this raging battle
We fall victim to a lecherous society
Eager to adopt plastic bottles with perfect smiles
And all I can do is nod
For I know there is no point in arguing
For this is the way a cynic dreams

Single and Dating

Late at night
I lose him
Or did he lose me
Interest is shot
And I have faded off
Not listening
Not listening
Looking for the door
As he continues to talk
More and more
I wonder if he would notice
That I left before
Dinner showed up
But calories increase with each word
And he was bad for my diet
So I left him
Talking and talking
To meet the bartender
Being single isn’t that bad after all
It is a hell of a lot quieter

Wicked

Wicked is your tongue
Saying forgive me
And I am sorry
Love is poisonous
From your mouth
I feel tainted and alone
Each touch that grazes my skin
I wonder if I could just leave
With you hand lingering in the air
Tangled in my shadow
Would you keep drowning
In your insincerity
Or would you finally realize
You will never have me