Love.

Why is everyone concerned about it?

Does it make you feel good writing about it?

All the ones that's been in your life,
The ones who are important to you,
The ones that make your stomach quiver,
And then are gone like it was a dream.

A dream.

You awake to new perspectives,
Like these loves had a way to teach.
But really it isn't love at all,
Just a feeling.

Who's to say what you're feeling,
Is is compassion or is it admiration?
Just another stumbling block,
Take that love and shuv it!

I can care ******* less about your love,
Too many ******* people don't know what it is.
I can care ******* less who's beside you in bed,
Can't you ******* write anything worth while?

Talk about anything ******* else than his lips,
Talk about anything else than her heart.
Who ******* gives a good gooddamn?
Waste my ******* time reading your ******* ****!

I don't ******* understand,
Why anyone would persue love?
I, myself, choose death,
The black dharma of the night.

Here comes the pain,
And ******* love had nothing to do with it

So keep writing about love,
You'll get it sooner or later.

Unless the boogieman gets you first!

My taste buds are dying
As I try to feed my palate
Nothing is freeing my eyesight
I'm as blind as can be
So hellish from my dreams

From the North comes a storm
The lightning is striking out in the distance
The thunder banging loud like drums
And there still isn't a sign of you coming home

I can't feel you anymore
My touch has gone to waste
I am perplexed
I grab hold in haste

Deafening sounds fill my ears
The silence is so hard to break
I'm not sure what is clear
I am lost for words
everything was at stake
But now all is flashing goodbye
Like the lightning in the sky
The sound of laughter no more
Like the sound of thunder
Once there
Then fading as I close this door

I feel God shows up through people
What happens when there ain't no one showing up
It's all selfish and ego driven
People out there not caring about others
They are out for themselves
And they ******* say one thing and do another
So where is this ******* God I here about
I don't see it anywhere in others
No one is speaking the ******* truth
It's all ******* lies
Little ******* white lies that they think
It's okay to ******* tell me because it's not too bad
No. This ain't going to take me to hell
I'll be alright saying this to James
He ain't that important anyway
He ain't going to ******* mind
Besides, he's a ******* anyway
Where is this ******* God you talk about so much
You cry to me about your ******* problems
Thinking I can fix what so ******* bad with your stupid life
At least I'm trying to find something for real
And I haven't found it ******* yet
Apparently this ******* God doesn't show up through people
Well, anyway, he sure the **** hasn't been in your world
I have watched you and heard the things you've said
Just don't pretend you know something you have no clue about

I have come to realize that suffering and pain go hand in hand
The struggle is to make life as comfortable as can be
There is truth in finding a passage to honesty
And connect to hope that life really isn't a veil of tears

I'm not perfect by no means
I don't intend for you to be
I will ask though for decent courtesy
I will show you the same in return
Too many people want their cake
And eat it too
I just hope your not those types
And I'll extend
My hand to help
If any reason you need it
But don't pretend
That you're one way
And then stab me in the back
I will show you the same courtesy
Because I know I'm not one of them

Something is wrong with me
Can't figure it out
Can't put my finger on it
Swirl it around like an ice cream cone
All wishing has disappeared
Can't take another breath without hating
Something has gripped my heart
And ******* won't let go
What the **** is it?
I call it insanity
My mind aching with suicide contemplations
Wouldn't it be nice to do myself in
But I am such a ******* coward
So I guess i'll live this struggled life
And keep ******* about it
Woo, woo!