I hate when you look at me
What, am I suppose smile...

Peach tea from walgreens
Is the story of my life...

Music,
has no words...

Build your society around your friends
The two or three you keep real close...

A slow escalation
of melodic sensations...

We were one soul in two bodies
Nobody could understand...

There is a tree
breathing and swaying...

This poem is pretty personal to me.
There's something depressing about this room...

I swallow a bright orange bit of sympathy
As a tidal wave repeatedly floods my consciousness...

The trees are dead
The clouds are here, hiding our sadden faces...

Have you ever thought twice about life?
About your character or thoughts...

I thought you were my friend
I really thought you were...