If you ever had something strange
happen in a way where two friends
send signals disconnected
and it's the end
of an idea that once lived
in a mind
but not the other mind
an argument is had
whether a brawl or a jab
to someone
it feels like a stab
a wound
will it heal?
in real
is all that what is
really what appears?
the two of you will get together
and the issue will be brought up
a question asked
a reminder
a request for appeal
the best way to handle it
is to smile and say
"Let's not talk about it"
change the conversation
or walk away

If it would have happened
with anybody else
my feelings would be dusty
the top side of the shelf
but emotions run through
from the day I met you
and I tried to escape
but the song
no matter how hard I tried to stop it
it played
feelings grew stronger
and I kept getting played
in my head
everything going so fast
like I'm at a rave
if I could go back
I would never trade
I would make it okay
I would be more patient
I'd always let you leave
I'd be more sweet
yet firm in what I believe
I want it to go
but I want it to stay
I want you to stay
I want you to lay here with me
where are you going
why am I leaving
who is this coward inside
and why is he screaming
love is the worst
I'm crying and pleading
please stop the bleading
why are you leaving
why can't we talk and reminisce
why aren't you listening
am I too controlling
my heart done got stolen
but you gave it back
with nowhere to stash
it's in my hand and it's beating
how dare you deceive me
I hope you see me on TV
and I'll scream your name
I'll be so angry out in the street
I'll scream and I'll scream
about what you did to me
but you're too busy reading
and it's quiet this evening
he's on his way over
and in the morning he's not leaving
I'm screaming
I'm screaming
like a psychopath in a boiling hot bath
that's steaming
I better start breathing
and you better keep living
no matter how bad it was
or how much I wished
I still am forgiving
all this anger is fleeting

Before we do
there is one rule
between me and you
you aren't right for me
I'm not right for you
if feelings we shall choose
we're going to sing the blues
it might leave a bruise

If you aren't here
we don't need you
but if you do so happen to stay
we could use a hand
but if you decide to go
someone else will replace you
as a matter of fact he's here
over there
look at him
he's waving
so are you staying
or going
make a decision quick
your **** is showing
we need you
but not that bad
we could go with Jose
or Steve
or Lashawn
or the guy over there
in the corner
with no pants on
standing there by himself
who is he
I don't know
but if you leave
them we could need
should we use you
or do you need to excuse yourself
from this
because we're going to move
in another direction
where are you going
the same direction
maybe we should turn around
stop following us

**** seals on TV
****** seals
on TV
Keep ****** **** up
"a familiar place
a wrong movement
the wrong place
at the wrong time"
for the swimmer
this could be the end
not for the ****** seals
but the man
taking a swim
what's he doin
doesn't he see
the ****** seals
taking a swim
****** seals man
they'll get ya.
ha.
****** seals lol lol

i want to quit smoking
but i still need a new excuse
to be able to walk away
from a conversation
go outside
stare
into the world
and be like
i found my escape

one day
i won't be able to smoke cigarettes
and they'll offer me some
and i'll say
hey i wish i couuld
but the doctor says no
otherwise i'll die
and that'll be the only way
that i can ever walk away
and not feel like
i still want to hit it
let that soft delicious white piece of candy
go into my mouth
and blow out
mmmmmmmm
cigarettes
so good
such a long name
all of those syllables
just to say something so simple
why not
death
the greatest gift of all
little mini sticks
of death
little mini sticks
of things that are amazing
little mini tubular gifts
like donut sticks

what did i do last night?
good lord
that felt like
a three round fist fight
with me in the middle
of two *******
trying to **** each other
face down on the pillow
i'm up
and trying to place it all
back
into some sort of
something that
makes some sort of sense
and i think i write poetry
because i don't have time
to write anything longer
cuz it all goes
to drinking
smoking
drug abusing
and cruising
around the city
feeling pretty
after a day
of not
sitting in a chair
letting my emotions rot
but anyways
i gotta run
flee
go get
what i want
and be
where i need to be