If you want to end your life
Just think of all the pain and strife
Cause if everything has gone to hell
Maybe you should go as well

But before you reach the holy gate
Think of all the things you hate
The things you love that bring much joy
The smile on a girl or boy
The songs you love and make you dance
The fact that you look AMAZING in those pants
Movies TV and entertainment
Evil men held in containment
The bright sun and birds that sing
Think of every little thing

Can the good out-weigh the bad
The many things that make you sad
There's twice as much things worth of love
Fancy food and stars above

You can't help it, life is rough
And though you feel you've had enough
Put down the glass and try to smile
I promise it is worth your while
Though life has hit its skids
We're all just stupid little kids

So face your fears and be forgiving
Because I promise life is worth its living.

~David Rusiecki

***..  my song. My song is on. Guys. Guys. This is my song. GUYS. EVERYONE. THIS IS MY SONG. SHUT UP EVERYONE. GUYS. GUYS. stabs someone ***** THIS IS MY SONG.

I wrote a poem about Alzheimer's..


Too bad I forgot it

Poems don't always have to Rhyme
Hell, I see un-rhyming poems all the time!
Poems about food, nature and love
Poems about family, and the stars above
A poem doesn't need to have rhythm
For the feels to be put in em'
They just must be beautiful, to enter your soul
Put your mind at peace, make you feel whole

****...  this is kind of ironic.

New York ~ News
New Jersey ~ Beaches
California ~ Movies
Florida ~ Disney World
Kentucky ~ Chicken
Texas ~ People that can't fit in their cars
Connecticut ~ Lyme Disease

Girls, girls, slutty girls
You crave the nectar of the ball

But STD's aren't Pokemon
So you dont gotta catch em' all

Bob had a kid, Bob had a wife, Bob had a job and Bob had a life

Bob was always happy, Bob was never sad, sometimes Bob got angry, but it was always just a fad

There he was. Bob. The perfect guy, never did drugs and never got high, never made a person cry

But one day....

A vending machine fell across Bob's chest.. Bob was paralyzed, a vegetable. He layed in the hospital, hooked up to a machine.. keeping him alive.

He watched as his friends and family debated over shutting off the machine that Bob was attached to, and **** him. He watched his own mother give the "ok" to the doctor.. he watched the doctor shut off the machine.

Bob was a model human.. he never got to hug his kids goodbye, he never got to tell his wife he loved her one last time.

Bob died a horrible, sad, lonely, painful, torturous death.

THERE IS NO GOD.