Hell, we're all there.
Heaven, Can't we be somewhere else?

(A meaning less image)

If a picture said a thousand words,
Then I'd write a thousand pictures,

Each one would contain one syllable less then the last
Just so I could get to the nucleus

Of what it truly means to express
Expressionlessness.

Ten out of ten, one hundred percent, an A+ plus

whoops, I forgot the period.

(Unless you want to ****)

Not trying is right up there within the top of regrets.

Hopefully you live a life,

One you will not want to forget.

No one wants to see themselves die,
but,
yet,
here we all are taking our own pictures.

If I write misery you'd eat it up,
you'd chew until you couldn't chew,
you'd swallow wouldn't you?

When I write love you have none,
you just become to what you succumb,
several takes away from dumb.

I could chalk it all up to beauty,
but the score board will tell what's there
even without your interventions.

It knows even if you don't.

No one will ever read every note I’ve ever wrote,
nor think every thought I’ve ever thought,
but when I say to you not to look onto your life with hate,
but to find the love that you deserve;
I hope you hear my hope.