Real and Honest

All I want is to be real

and honest.

This is a poem.

Poems are people.

I live my life in this apartment, 500 square feet, two sliding glass doors for windows.

I drink red wine to feel more sane.

I listen to Kimya Dawson and Neutral Milk Hotel.

I am worried about death and pain.

I am worried about evil people and accidents.


I am worried about God and Jesus.

I cry because I am jobless and alone.

I do not know what a human should be.

I do not know what I should be doing.

I hate myself.

I want to die.

I do not want to hurt myself.

I do not want anyone to get hurt.

I want everyone to live beautifully forever.


Why the fucking hell does this hurt this much?


What is pain? Why is pain?


Who is Bright Eyes?

What is Conor Oberst.

Oh Burst

I love these little funny dying loving People.

I love Jesus.

I love God.


My name is Greg.

I am a little human.

I have computers and keyboards.

I know English.

I am alive and awake.

I can use my hands and my eyes.


Nothing will stop your amazing Karate moves.

Have you seen Napoleon Dynamite.

Have you seen Captain Fantastic.

Have you seen World of Tomorrow.


I live in a cave.

I am sure that I will die before I am 100 years old.

I will die in the next 73 years.

I wish I was The Absolute Truth.

I like Movies.

I like People.

I like Trees.

I like Wine.

I like the light of stars like our Sun.

I like electricity and the Internet.




I am not perfect.

The End.


PS

"The Competition" - Kimya Dawson

I thank God that Eternity is real.

It is gonna be okay.

You are always good enough.

I'll talk to you later, friend.