snow and lights.

[_theforce]

the sunlight is knocking on the mountaintops
of the skin.
but you forbid entry.
you forged a contract with my blood cells
to solidify
and become as jaded as
the boys who live down the hall
and mock my innocence.
at the trading post
on the corner of wheeler
you offer up creativity
for a taste of my shallow peers.
i can admit, it's humorous.
when you never see the world die
how can you expect to?
you become invincible.
until those sun spots turn up cancerous.
until your even car cannot understand your
addiction to the speed
your drug dealer
or new BFF
has been offering you
in exchange for your childhood ambitions
a small price to pay
to forget you're not as unique as you once thought you were.
you're just like every other
new age
hipster.
you arent any more righteous
than the orange skinned
naked and scarred
vaginas
crashing into glass tables.
you so vicariously
dismiss with
half assed
smiles
half assed
piercings
and half assed
ideas of who you are
and what you're doing.
you're all just lost souls
with too much time
and too much alcohol
and not enough ears
and eyes
and mouths
to hold you close
and whisper
that your voices can be banked
and your minds can be
can be
can be
well
more than this
shallow bunch of bullshit.
how can you ever expect to be more?
the sunshine state
is ever more
a black hole
of youth.
you can't keep tan
blonde
sandy
reeking of ambercrombie cologne
forever.
you have to step back into your own flesh suit.
zip it up tight.
see the world die.
you approach me with the ideas of the people i inhabit
because its so damn funny
to watch destruction of human life.
humiliation nation
is my backyard.
but i traded my heartless nature
for something a bit more cold.
snow.
and love.
and art.
it's a bit chilly.

I may be a bit pretentious
but i'm being reborn.

The sunlight is knocking.
but no one is home.