Do you ever wake up,
With your lungs bruised?
Because you couldn't breathe-
I can't ******* breathe.
You're not next to me,
You're not there,
And it's like my chest just recognized this.
They start hyperventalating
One collapses.
But if you were next to me,
I'd give you the rest of it-
My air.
This isn't love this is torture
But as of now- there is no difference

I take a hit,
Maybe two,
I pass the blunt,
Off to you.

You hide it from mom,
Dad doesn't care,
Your sister's a snitch,
You hold drugs dear.

All is good,
All is clear,
My head is fine,
I'm good to drive.

You only smile,
You sometimes cry,
Because you were laughing,
This was a guy.

I am not sad,
I am not mad,
I actually get really, very glad.

"Drugs are bad"
"You'll **** yourself"
It's been four years,
This is my help.

You tell the truth,
You make new friends,
You hit a ****,
You make amends.

I pass out,
It's morning now,
I get my keys,
And i walk out.

I get in my car,
Heater on,
To drive home,
Let's play pretend.

I didn't drink,
I do not smoke,
Just woke up early,
And i missed home.

High is great,
High has no fear,
High is the best,
You should get up here.

Go to bed,
Wash your hair,
Don't pull down your underwear

Read some books,
Give nice looks,
Please oh please do not smoke kush

Play a sport,
Get a job,
Don't let boys meet your mum

Get good grades,
Always straight A's,
Don't let them take you away

Go to church,
the Burning Bush,
Don't give your soul away

Don't smoke crack,
Keep your life in tact,
It'll **** me anyway

Do homework,
Take Ty on a walk,
I already get home after twelve

Pay these bills,
Fight these wars,
It'll soon be over anyway

Here's a knife,
Here's the world,
did you grow up good, girl?

I'm not disregarding the idea of authority,
but when your mom stays out later than you do,
comes home throwing up,
laying in bed with her next new boyfriend,
every night,
you find it a little pathetic to hear someone tell you to clean your room.

The way I see it,
Nobody knows what love is,
Except me.
The way I see it,
Love has blue-Green eyes,
Love is silent and powerful
Love smokes outside my window tempting me,
Love walks through the snow
And the rain
And the heat
And love can't stay mad at you.
The way I see it,
Is not how it is
I see a tunnel with you in the end;
Jumping in the pool,
Carrying me on your back,
Holding my waist,
Pulling me close,
Kissing my lips.
This is all good, but this is not love.
The way I see it,
Love is angry,
Love is not fair,
Love hits you,
Love wraps it's hands around your throat,
Love makes your brain ache and your heart pound,
It makes the butterflies turn into rapid moths.
Nobody has been in love,
Except me.
Becayse I was the only one who looked back into those deep Blue-Green eyes and kissed your lips with your hands around my throat.

I wrote a whole poem
About dancing with the devil
But it did not take
I didn't want it to
I don't want anyone to have this violent pleasure

lets go around and tell what we are thankful for
"family"
"friends"
"my home"
"opportunities"
"this country"
i am thankful for the starving kids digging through trashcans while we make a turkey that nobody eats,
i am thankful for the freezing cold that people have to live in while my parents make me wear a coat for the few moments I'm outside,
i am thankful for this world where we have the opportunity to go to college but if you don't go you will end up like the freezing hungry people gathering around a light pole right now,
i am thankful for this food that makes me hate myself,
i am thankful for these people who ask me why i am not like my sister or my brother,
i am thankful for these ignorant people that make me so much more smart.
Thank you, family.  Don't forget to throw all the leftovers in the trash.