Unable to lift my tired legs off this burning pavement, the rusty switchblade of life has scarred the back of my knees and reduced my walk to an awkward slide.
A distorted reflection, created by a cracked mirror placed in Monday mornings trash, reminds me that I’m still alive.
A frustrated soul gasping for air; drowning in an ocean of fear, strangled by the misery of regret.
Haunted by a spirit comprised of morality and empathy, and unfulfilled promises.
Nights occupied by mindful madness, boozing and promiscuity.
Searching for an alternate ending, a way to replace my bitter sickness and painful contemplation of your forgotten existence.
I find myself in a room of scarcity, left alone to deal with with an unsatisfying numbness and periodic bouts of sobbing.
Tears streaming onto a pillowcase stained with come, full of bite marks.
Shadows of telescopes and framed poems, seen by the light of a bright moon, remind me of the life we once shared.
Mother is too far away to mother me, unable to show me the good in any of this.
The only remedy for a pain that has tainted my once promising heart with confusion is considered to be selfish, adult in nature.
Like a fish out of water, I’ve made a conscious decision to prepare for death.
Toss this tired body onto the streets of Broadway, in the city that I once loved;
Or bury me in the suburbs of the rich, behind the shadow of an oak tree,  where younger versions of myself will piss on my grave, sipping on malt liquor while taking advantage of young girls.
No matter, I will have no use for it, wherever I end up.
Lift me up or push me down, either way I’m done here.
I finally feel free and high, I’m ready to become nobody.

- A.O. Lugo

Deep within my rotten soul, a feeling of inadequacy has led me on a path of deception//
Dried up tears hidden behind the filthy mask of anticipated happiness and unclaimed glory//
Prepare for the stench of piss and shit, blood stained eraser shavings and worn down finger tips within the attic of a decaying mind//
Proof of the painstaken process involved in the fictional exsistence spread across these tattered pages//
Endlessly searching for an end to my suffering, seemingly beyond the reach of my lazy grasp//
Tired and weary from the turbulence of the journey, lips burnt from the kiss of a selfish bitch//
Expectations beyond the fleeting gratification and moments of material satisfaction//
Too drunk on my fathers moonshine to drive him to the hospital, too full of worry to realize the sensation of an empty stomach//
Only now do I finally understand that snapshot dreams of empty train cars can’t be seen by a man who with no vision//
A.O. Lugo

Send me away, away to a place where regrets are easily forgotten;  Unsure of my path, still I move forward on a road that is far less traveled;  More conscious of the mishaps I’ve created, the good within easily misplaced;  Maybe I’ve made some mistakes, but I’m not looking for assurance;  Guidance is the only path I seek, with a friend to hold my hand;  Whom shall I look to, without an ounce of pressure;  To tell me right, yet tell me wrong as I lift me tired legs;  I’m more than willing to cooperate with any tolls or fees that are summoned;  Just remember where I’ve been and remind me where I’m headed

A.O. Lugo

Love me for more than a day, and maybe we can have a sustainable conversation;  A feeling you steal from me during your worst of days, has made me tired and weary of your expectations;  Perhaps you’ll find something beyond the happiness you’re forever seeking;  And I, will be left to ponder, with my clenched fists of broken promises and unrewarded selflessness;  At last, the final moments have made their fatal appearance, so I’m certain of your disappearance;  So be gone now, take your one sided mentality and your open ended statements;  Leave me to the comfort of my black hearted misery and lonely existence

A.O. Lugo