I do a little ditty, a little ditty-doo,
A finger-snappin'-somethin'
That I dittied just for you.
It may not be an anthem,
A ballad for the times,
It may not be the bestest words
Or have the slickest rhymes.
It won't make sense or flow so well
Or tell a lovely tale,
And if you seek inspiration-
Sad to say, it's sure to fail.
But still I did the little ditty,
Little ditty I did do,
And typed it up for giggles
And put it here for you...
And if you find my ditty
poorly made or lacking class,
Rest assured, this poetic ****
Was pulled straight out of my...

I take a breath and close my eyes
And whisper "please, just let it pass".
My heart beats fast, my chest is tight, 
I feel I'll break, I'm made of glass. 

I want to scream, but lack the air, 
The best that I can do is cry
And in the midst of all of this
I'm certain this is how I'll die. 

I just need you to give me room
I just want you to hold me tight
I need silent reassurance, 
I need to think I'll be alright. 

My legs are weak; my heavy arms
Can do little to calm the storm. 
My mind, my trap, my prison cell, 
My oldest foe in truest form.

I close my eyes, I clinch my fist 
And take another heavy breath, 
And silently, I pray for peace, 
Some cadence or merciful death.

Daylight broke the night in two
Forgot to pay the bill again
I can't believe I'm calling you
with drool and anger on your chin
The night was split, and you don't care
It's like we never got the note
I like the way you pulled my hair
Hence, the insults that I wrote.

Stupid me! I nearly faded
twisting knuckles in the wound
I worry that you've become jaded
and your harpsichord is tuned.
Look at how you look at me
when you're so certain that I'm dead.
I've never understood the glee
that comes from such an empty head.

Still you judge as though you know
the way we were in ancient caves
You collared me with thorns and grace
and took me to the sickest raves.
So now, so long, and fare thee well,
I only wish I could've met you
Catch you in my private hell!
If you want to paint the town, I'll let you.

Last night I wished upon a star
That I could split the night,
but wishing didn't get me far
the star was just a satellite
So I hung my head in disbelief
where I knew that you would find
my love of life is rough and brief
and my third eye is blind.

She spoke a lot of mercy
Though she hardly knew the word, 
And it echoed in her heart
In the verses she had heard. 

She smiled in spite of logic, 
Braced herself with quiet grace, 
And not a line of worry
Could be seen upon her face.

She sang aloud Amazing Grace, 
And it saw her soul unbound. 
With tear-filled eyes and longing smile
She loved "how sweet the sound".

And though her days were numbered, 
She refused to count and wait. 
She composed herself as though
She had no fear of fate. 

Though gone, never forgotten, 
Every sunrise bears her face.
Her voice is always echoed 
When they sing Amazing Grace.

Wasn't it almost a perfect life?
2 and a half children,
Loving husband and wife...
A little slice of country
With a future so bright?
Wasn't it almost just right?

Wasn't it almost your schoolgirl dream?
Like a Kincaid painting,
Little house by the stream...
Where forever seemed like a real long time,
Wasn't it almost sublime?

Wasn't I almost the hero of this tale?
In my shining armor,
How could I ever fail?
Brave and unshaken, with a will and a plan;
Wasn't I almost your man?

Isn't it almost a beautiful life?
Sometimes you've the pleasure,
At others, the strife.
If I could take it all back
I'd unbreak your heart...
Isn't that almost a good start?