I've been so stupid
I think as the smoke envelopes my lungs
What was I thinking?
How could I have been so dumb
Spending every waking moment
Trying to become so numb
Where did this satisfaction
Of stillness come from
What were my hopes and dreams
I guess that I have none
I take a drag with a final breath
How could I love someone
When I find such comfort in my own death
I've been so stupid
It's an affliction that I have done

Emoji here 😃
Emoji there 😥
Emoji ******* every where
😠 😷 🙏 🔫 🔪 💘
If you want to see my 🍆
Send me a picture of your 🍉 🍉
And then I can go into the 🚿
Wont come out for half an ⏰
And if you think this poem is 😄
Well then your out look on life is 🌞

Lucky is a strike of fate
A new found love
Perhaps a seldom date

They say lucky is as lucky does
But there are quite a few
That lucky never really was

Try as they might to be
Some will never
Lucky is what they cannot be

Few can really come to relate
And they won't realize
Until its a day or two too late

Two kids in the yard laugh and play around
But they don't know where they'll end up
It is a conversation they haven't found
On a dark day one will say "hey wassup?"
The other shall reply a resound
"I guess not much"
Then they will talk all night and day
About their greatest dreams
One determined to let go as they decay
The other floating by on schemes
Its on this day that they both determine
That their just each a separate person
So why bother with pointless conversation
They cut each other out for certain
Who are you?
Why don't you ask yourself?
Because asking others never seems to help

If you really care about the issue,
Then perhaps you could lend a hand.
Maybe be there with a tissue,
And listen to the problem if you can.
If you cant that's fine with me,
I'll dwell on it by myself.
Even though it may be scary,
I can just put my worries on the shelf.
It's a possibility,
That in it's instability,
My problems may all go to hell.
So if it matters,
Please,
Send help.

The World's Gone Dark
This time of day
Not a stir from most the world
But a few are out to play
They gaze in misty windows
Looking for their prey
While others try to play pranks
In a morbid sort of way
What judgement can we really pass
We're all worse than what we say
So rejoice in what you know for sure
And revel that your acts won't see
The light of any day