"ive learned i dont like things up and down"

let me write what i want to write please and thank you

im out of confession greed,

im tired of prewritten sounds,

singsong sonnets, delusional lyrics in clouds

cliche confessions, on killing yourself

im bored of "art," i am different aswell

so i ask profound "questions"

on a beat inspired binge

an anti-poem poet

holding a mischievous event 

to torment my new neighbor tom

he has a green hat, and he always speaks

in accidental crushing prose.

wisdom by definition,

so he's the star of the show

and our winning question is?

"about your first love"

his face furled in

regret, in thought,

wisdom, his life he forgot

his eyebrows, lips, pursed

then came his answer...

"intensity, insanity

the wish to never go home

it burns out, love seems different

how you get old

sentences get longer

there's love in silence,

first love is louder

we rush, down and up

a lesson that ends in quiet

youll think about it,

crumbling, cursing, am i missing out?

that past noise, often seems vibrant

but you can only ever appreciate it--

in the silence"

"that wasnt very good tom. i just wanted to know her name, and what the hells "down and up?""

"things are never just up and down"