November 20 2010

1

a glass half full
is optimism
a glass half empty
is pessimism
yours should be over-
flowing
for what i do for you
mine was kicked over
by your selfishness
my liquid displayed all
over the ground
free to be stepped on
by everyone
it will resort to the
cracks with in the
earth
to soak in
and disappear


2

worlds hands tight at
my throat
unwilling to let go
grasping the air within
paintbrush and bottle are
the only things that
can loosen this hold
to give me sometime to
recieve the oxygen that
was promised at birth
the problem i see
is my brush will run out
of paint
and the bottle doesn't do
much for my body
so i hestiate to just
let the world
suffocate
me


3

when the eyes go fuzzed
and the world starts to
spin
im left to think of how
tomorrow will begin
but all that matters is
what goes on tonight
in this lonely bar
in this dim ass light
turning to the waitress
she never says a word
but i see in her eyes
that she is concerned
yet she brings the drinks
the 6 to 7
and become alone in the bar
just me and the drinks
fuck im so alone
i cant even think
by the time i get to the door
my legs buckle under me
and im laying there staring
at the traffic above
those hearts that are broken
and some that are loved
how they just want the
same liquid
the sign promises outside
im picked up by a man
and thrown out into the night
where im left to stumble
home