I don't know much of anything

You tell me all the time

Ciggarette burned out

Tea has lost its prime

The apple has run dry;
Fallen too far from the tree

Away from its comfort zone

*Far away from me.

Sitting at this leather couch
spilling out my mind
as it drips upon the floor 
from every minute of my time wasted.
I'm wondering what you're thinking;
if it's me that's been crazy
for commiting this so-called crime
I'm jaded.
You're judging me pretending to respect me.
A folder thick with penmanship
You diagnose my intelligence
A steady flow of consciousness,
"I was sick of her *******!
I was sick of the relationship!"
It's just a subtle mood swing
And that **** was so controlling
I wanted out.
So you jot your ******* notes
And cross your sloppy T's,
But you won't get the best of me
You're pills are not my remedy.
I stand by my insanity
You can claim I'm unstable
You can claim I'm in denial,
As I choose to ******* leave,
Make sure you make note in your file!

Picking skin off the dead flesh
bones naked from muscle mass
a bloodied gore infested chest
a vulture feasts upon the distress
paitence nonexistant
a gutless meal persistent without regret
they'll vocally attack your mistake
fueled with dire fret
a wild screech demand
a groundbreaking command
it's claping claws sever
its a vultures life forever

Stuck inside this tissue box a suffocating space
denying me the right to cure my sickness of the day.
I realize there's no time to waste
but a tissue cannot help me when the problem's not my face.
I drip a sickness so gripping from my pores
it aches to breathe a lung so coarse
scraping scratching h2o
refreshing not a single soul
a final breath I take in case
this tissue box gives me away

Dragonfly
zips across thine eye
flowerbeds
fields of somber song

That song is on the radio for the third time this week
her heels are propped on the dashboard of my roaming SUV
what a state of relaxation as the wind blows 'cross my arm
that hangs out of my window as I drive along the shore
Daffodil and daisies pink and yellow white supreme
fall within the vegetation spread around this blissful dream
I hope I never wake up I close my eyes clenched force
her pucker peach  lips contact mine without remorse
Coarse strip of sand brushed gently into the sea
Beckons my lover and I to trail along the path of beauty
Hands held tightly gripping hearts with beating streams
of blood travel slowly down the beach 
Our serenade of love sung calmingly with every step 
as the sun sets in the west and the sea engulfs the rest