well, beauty is only a shallow promise and life is just a game,
it's all in how you play it, not in how well you lay the blame.

there should be a reason to the rhymes, I would like it to be so;
truth is there is no real reason, it's just the ******' way life goes.

whatever we all do today will inevitably become our past,
remember each and every day was never ever built to last.

life is just a game, and beauty is just a shallow promise . . .
. . . and shallow promises, do sometimes get broken . . .

I cherish the way
I'm supposed
to love you
even though
it hurts
like hell...
      -cute crazy-

When you did what you did,
I tied my hair back and rolled cuffs into my jeans.
I put on my work boots and started to pick up the pieces of myself that you spent all that time chipping away at.
I let myself look at each one, giving myself time.
It's hard to remember where everything went, but I tried my best.

There were days that I'd sit in the middle of it all and let it overwhelm me. There were days I would pretend you were still here, chipping comfortably away.

I didn't know it'd take so long. I didn't know it'd hurt so much.

But with my sleeves pushed back, I worked and I learned. I learned how to take care of my broken pieces. How to treat them gently and lovingly, even when I felt I had no more love left in me.

I don't know exactly when it happened, but it did.

You did what you did, and I did what I had to.

And suddenly I am whole again.

sometimes i wonder
if the world i live in
is one i made up in my head
that exists only for me

and if that’s true
i don’t mind
because the world i’ve created
is filled with madness
but the best madness i’ve created for myself
is you

Feeling things just got worse
Ready to explode;
Everything that she kept bottled up inside
Eventually came out

I want you to know
That I love you
More than words could ever show

I want to tell you
That I adore everything
That has anything to do with you

I want to say thanks
For all the little things
You do that make my days worth it

I wanted to let you see
That the way you breathe
Has so graciously saved me from myself

I wanted you to know
That thanks to you
I've been set free, so please don't go

Let the world know that poetry
is great.
There is passion in its rough, gilded grooves
(I've seen it all)
Dance shoes under
(I've tried them on)
And overall, wicked smiles
(they have shown on my face).

I've read the Alice blue tears of a grown man
lined up like a tree so that
each line is a branch.
I've read all the things
that you think don't love each other,
but they simply do.
Poetry loves you--people and poems are
just the perfect
dance partners.
I've seen it all--

I've seen that crazy look
on a poet's face.
It is the best form of every thing
which is only tangible

through a poem.

Love is a weak
word, I hate you
is better.

I remember the fishhook incident,
it happened back in the
Vesper War,
a time of great apprehension,
especially for the Vespers.

And us veterans
will never,
we cannot forget
those ****** encounters
with our maker.

I am just glad I survived
& we never met.