Headphones and fried food,
metabolisms and ****** moods.
Broken condoms; beer pong,
scraped up knees, rip the ****.
Scratched wrists;
That kiss was more than just a kiss.
Mirrors, scales,
headaches, high heels.
Anti-depressants, cold sores,
***** toe nails, clogged pores.
Bare feet, torn shirts,
sweat covered forehead, short skirts.
Lace bra on the floor,
don't forget to lock the door
Pimples and Prozac;
******* and match making.
You can always tell when she's faking.
Pierced ears, cheap beers,
blow jobs and rich snobs.
To your last family party and first cigarette;
Raspberry tinted ***** and the first name you try to forget.
Stained underwear, tweezers and straightened hair.
Mascara and flat irons,
But in all honesty
What the **** is a flat iron?
To rice cakes and heartaches
Lice and love and public bathrooms.
Undercover cops,
Plan B and mushrooms.
A bruise so sore,
what's there to live for?
Can't have my love, can't have my *****,

what happened to the right to choose?

The nights, they are
So long, and
The days so
Cold
My thoughts are a
Jumble, in this mess of
A head, darting
Back and forth, back and forth
Alternating between manic
Happiness and soul crushing
Depression as I sit on the
Bed where I last saw you
Walk away from me, away from me
Wondering why death seems
So tempting an escape and
Love seems so
Terrifying a fate

The past refuses to rest
In its shallow grave
As the memories return
A cascade of thoughts and emotions
Pouring into me as I contemplate
The feel of your hand in mine
As the city streets passed us by
Walking to nowhere
So happy, to be walking
to Nowhere

Your scent lingers just beneath my skin
Traces inhaled with every breath
Rose perfume with every yawn
Peanut butter kisses with every sip
Those green eyes so piercing stared
Into my soul, so fragile in love
The feel of your hair on my arm
Curled up in bed, with a book
Leaves me dreaming
Wondering
If you were the one

Curled up beneath the duvet
knees drawn up to chest
inhaling the smokey scent of my fleece
sown fresh nostalgia
I remembered how
we laughed and ate off chinaware
while sipping out of plastic cups
sitting by the fire pit
in the backyard
my eyes wandered
towards the woods at dusk
and I breathed
realizing we are just specks of dust
that glimmer in the light of our Creator.

They can feel you falling away,
Never longer the same, Never longer,
Unable to break,
And may someone who feels for you,
Help you out of the rays of the sun,
May they help you glide by its shadows,
For the most obvious reasons,
Though that very few
Can purely
See

And so with those thoughts I swiftly walk by the dark street,
With a light in the distance but so far away its,
Dimmed to me.

And so I think for someone else,
Not myself
For once,
As I hear the baby cry its cry and sob its sob,
While I walk,
As I hear some other mom tell her daughter,
That next year it won't be a school night,
Next year she can sleep over,
Next year she can do this
And do that,
Just be prepared.

And so with those thoughts I swiftly walk by the dark street,
With a light in the distance but so far away its,
Dimmed to me.

Sometime afterwards,
I'm hit by the intoxication of imagination,
The visuals that form spontaneous speech,
And words that form anything but sentences,
Though they form expression,
Nothing like this, though.

And so with those thoughts I swiftly walk by the dark street,
With a light in the distance but so far away its,
Dimmed to me.

And So I'll walk again,
Maybe in this night or,
Maybe in the upcoming day,
Well really,
In the upcoming true episode of life that hits me soonest,
Nothing of the sort regarding the past,
Nothing of the sort regarding now,
And nothing of the sort regarding the future,
Whatever hits me that is a timeless presence.

The whole problem is that the timeless presence is one of a kind,
One of a kind that barely anyone is willing to find,
And I dare someone to slash me blind,
The timeless peace that is yet with my life aligned,
Will find me when I find it

Sunrise, sunset
Another birth, another death
A family, now separated
Daddy's gone, he never made it
As the light, fades to dark
The little boy, begins to walk
And wonders why his father isn't home
And cries in his room, all alone
And cries in his room, all alone

Here's to pianos.
To uncut toe nails and broken jaws.  
Here's to sweaty palms and fancy door knobs.
The last tissue in the box and third graders who know every single dinosaur.
Here's to prickly legs and furless cats.
Slamming doors and rubbing alcohol.
Fun house mirrors and wet towels.
Here's to the boy with the sweaty armpits,
And the biggest heart in the room.
Here's to all the girls who will never give him a chance
Because his hair is greasy
And he always has pieces of apple stuck in his braces.  
Here's to grandmothers holding their children's babies for the first
And last time.
Here's to six foot tall nine year olds
And acne covered foreheads.
North Ohio and beehives.
Here's to wrinkles and back pain,
And the kids who never change for gym class.
Here's to burnt papers and wrongful convictions.
Faked I love you's and backwards t shirts.
For every broken leg and broken heart,
Seasonal depression and ADD.
For unshaven armpits and ripped jeans.
Frequent showers and twisted ankles.
****** mattresses and forged signatures.
Here's to the things that remind me of you.