Love is fickle
Love is kind
Love makes you lose your mind

Love is sour
Love is sweet
Love makes your heart skip a beat

Love is special
Love is plain
Love isn't at all mundane

Love is something you can't explain
It's a feeling in your chest, your gut and brain

I still have my doubts but now I'm almost out

Of the dark in my mind and past the line

I drew in the sand. It's getting better again.

I'm happy now. I didn't think it was possible "wow..."

I'm happy now, yes, but I still have this twinge of guilt that is pressing against my chest

I haven't been unfaithful but my intentions weren't always just playful

I've had bad thoughts and now I feel like a robot

Going through the motions without any emotion

I'm trying to get on track but something keeps pulling me back

This isn't an attack or excuse, it's just a map showing this path I'm walking is not a cruise

Sometimes I wish I didn't rush into this marriage, like cinderella on her horse-drawn carriage

I wish I had more experiences with other people that I can look back and smile on, instead of a string of bad mempries which I continue to pile on

I wish I could mention a female vaguely without her giving me attitude; it just adds to my seemingly endless ineptitude

I wish I didn't, once again, feel incompetent during ***; it started out great but now I can wait until it happens next.

I wish I could please her; I can't even make things easier

I wish I wasn't so lazy so that my goals didn't seems shrouded and hazy.

I wish we were well, and not playing this ****** hand of cards we were dealt.

I wish I didn't secretly hate myself, I'm not very smart, but that's why I don't date myself.

I wish I had a platform on which I could vent. I can't even destress without her getting upset; it feels she's hellbent.


I'm stressed out of my mind and she doesn't make it better, but I wouldn't wish to be with anyone else.

My body's not whole
My body has 2 holes
2 whole more holes
than any whole body should
My holes are holes
with them, I'm no less whole
but the whole idea of these holes
that leaves a hole in my whole
Holier than swiss
a whole lot of holes
2 ear holes
a whole nose
with 2 holes
A hole for my mouth
a hole for my ****
and another 2 holes
for my unwhole gut

What's the whole point?
Of the whole hole poem?
Well the whole point of the hole
is to make the hole whole

All of that time
All of that energy
I was there every night
I was getting stronger
My muscles grew

My doubts turned into hope
My uncertainty into determination
I could do it
I just need to push a little further
work a little harder
break the limits

Through everything, I never lost hope
I stuck through.
Every strain, every tweak
Every pulled muscle,  Every cramp
Every ache and pain
it would mean nothing if I got there
if I reached my goal

But it's giving out
I can't use it
it hurts more each day
The brace doesn't help anymore
it clicks and grinds

Are My workouts are done.
are My dreams shattered
are My goals unobtainable
was My work for nothing
Is this it?
No more blood
No more seat
All I have are tears

The months of work
The gallons of sweat
The cups of blood
The liters of tears
This is it

The year of anticipation
Months of physical exhaustion
Weeks of soreness
Days of doubt
Hours of hope
Minutes of luck
Seconds of skill
This is it

This is it
it's up to me
I'm laying it down
And giving my all
This is it
This is my time
My time to shine
To shine like a star
This is it

I love being alone
I love the silence
Of all but my music
Just relaxing by myself
Alone.

By my lonesome
It's enthralling
I do what I want
I go where I please
When I'm by myself
Alone.

But it's not great
All the time
No, I want her
Here with me
To lay with her
Together

She brightens my day
Her messages intoxicating
I love hearing from her
I want to be with her
Together

I am alone
By myself
Please help me
I'm not just alone
I'm so lonely
Isolated

every attempt
or play you invent
I've already done
so go ahead and vent
your rage, don't be contempt
yougi and boo boo, we got a tent
cause picnic-baskets don't cant content

ey yo gurl
you make me hurl
champs back to you
for a sweet alley-oop
Give xerath a boop
right on the head
he prolly shoulda read
this ain't yogi-bear
I fill caskets, not pic-a-nic-baskets


feel free to ask it
You know I got a task it-
Starts and ends with a flip
and a stun
so don't give me lip about this tent
I've got the smores, so don't get bent

King is a poor word
I should have said Thunder Lord
I was a little worr-
ied, so I'm glad that you're not sore
Using all these feelings in a public for-
Um.

I'm glad that we can talk
Even if we can't walk
Together.

It's nice to just forget
About age and space and vent
All these emotions exploding
Running deep as trenches in oceans

It's a shame we can't do this
Without poetry as a veil
And say things outright
But we tried that and failed

These words that we share
It's like we're a pair
Of socks that have lost
Our other half, and now we're just daft

Thanks again for being a great friend
Maybe someday we'll figure it out
It'll be like joy to no end
Then you'll have no need to pout

But who knows how long
These feelings will last
But at least for now
They seem to leave not so fast

Have a good day
I hope you can play
When I'm back from work
You ginormous dork

Wtfxisxjuice
Back up that kaboose
It's time to cut loose
And drop that silly noose

Come with me
And take my hand
And off we'll go
To a wonderland

You pretend you hate me
But really you bait me
I face checked that brush
But I'm in no rush

I'll support you
If you carry me
But for me to do that
I'll need you to marry me