sick of the teen angst

under illusions of clarity 

i wonder why the world turns.

i wonder when the pressure bursts

how bad it will hurt 

when reality clicks in, sins

while the world mindlessly spins. 

i wonder if the sun will stop burning,

if the moon will creak,

if the earth will ignite.

when the world inevitably ends,

i would like to be there.

see the view 

of lovers skewed 

sunlight drains

the color of every 

flame and fame.

 maybe watch the stars, 

 close my eyes,

  let the world crumble

   upon my chest.

      these shoulders are far too worn,

         anyway.

i learned you 

can never leave behind 

the sins from the past,

undo the mistakes of pain, pressure.

the heat in my face 

when my hand falls

my mouth fails

my legs trail

face first on his tread…

you learn it never goes away

the pain and sorrow 

late septembers and early octobers

i miss the wind in my face 

the warmth of sunlight on my face

the burn it marks down my navel

i’d pocket it for you if able.

fight the flesh 

for the flight over fresh

invests to messes 

pissed and dissed and hope to

find the one thing you miss. 

i hope you find what you're looking for

while i’m looking for mine.

finding a reason this earth is worth inhabiting,

while you waste time.