There’s feelings for everyone,
The worst for those who try to disregard them,
Of a loneliness born into our bones.
It is a drink best shared alone.

Cancer without a cure,
Beginning in the middle of the night,
Cuz’ there ain’t no stopping this melody,
Until the job is complete.

And oh, If only you could read my mind,
I’d make you mine,
And together we’d take over this place,
Until the sun rises at the very least.

But I’m sleepin’ and I’m dreamin’
And the future isn’t very clear in this depressed buzz,
But one thing’s for sure as I cry myself to sleep,
I can’t wait for one more beer.

Well that’s how these types of poems usually end,
On a depressing insightful and possibly hopeful note.
But I’m the weirdest man alive, so you’ll just have to deal,
As I continue on my diatribe.
Can you feel the flow I’ve got goin?
It’s bleeding and beautiful, and so sooo sweet.
I’m smelling her heat from here and it is succinct,
It’s telling me ‘take me here cuz’ I’m yours to be taken’.

Oh, when all you see in your past,
Is a life of regrets and misery,
How do you keep going,
Disabled and Distraught with this life?
Self-answering questions; as I put a secretly sad smile on my face,
You ain’t stopping this machine,
Yah, I’m saying it, ******* FATE!

She thinks she’s soo ugly,
When I keep telling her you’re just pretty.

And she wants to hide from the world,
But I just want to see a little more.

Her smile is sad and proud,
And it stands so defiant at me.

Though, I wouldn’t trade a moment,
If I could just make her grief fade complete.

I wanna hold her now, and tell her it will be alright,
Cuz’ im here now, and I ain’t leavin.

And she’s already promised me a kiss,
Oh how those lips tempt me already.

And I gonna stop giving,
Till I’ve given more than plenty.

Maybe, just maybe one day she’ll understand,
That my feelings my desires make me her man.

Of course she’s sad right now, and oh so lonely.
The world’s crumbling against her, and her breath is coming heavy.

But come these next five days I’ll heal her pain and in stead,
I’ll replace my joyous love, encased in each breath.

Okay so here’s how it is,
There’s like six girls I’m talking to,
And one I really like,
There’s like zero chance I’ll get her,
Because two isn’t a very friendly number for me.
I have almost three minds, if you count my lower head,
And there are five reasons why I should be alone.
However on a good day that’s sometimes four,
But each and every third day I think it might be more.
My mind is decomfabulated by this infinity of numbers,
But it all comes right back down to one thing.
Which of these six will make me happy?
How can one plus six equal two?
Now that’s the million dollar question.

Every line it ain’t enough.
The best poem in the world,
It’s just futile, useless.
You can’t feel what I feel.
You cannot truly relate.
Even if you could, so what?
What does that accomplish?
You praise me but you do not know me.
It’s worthless, just words.
And what is in a word but nothing.
Just meanings changing, from person to person,
Just sound.
Ain’t no real point to it all if you think about it?
So then why do I continue?
Because to me it feels better than not.
It’s already depressing just thinking,
But at least this way when you tell me I can pretend.
Maybe one day it’ll be better.

You know I love you.
You know I care,
You know I’d never desert,
Or leave you scared.

You know I’m not happy,
Unless you are here,
You know I am a disaster,
Without a smell of your hair.

You know I need you,
More than I can bear,
You know I desire you,
It controls me down there.

You know, you know, you know.
But what do I know?
Just that I’m hurt, just that I’m lonely and depressed.
Some people can be happy surrounded in friends, and just be content.
Not me.
No even surrounded, I am alone, just a set piece, a pawn in a game.
And I need a queen to make me a king,
I won’t change till then,
You know.

Summer sets,
Summer, Summer, Summer…sets
Summer ***,
Summer, Summer, Summer… ***

Summer sets in the *** of Summer,
Or is it *** that sets in the Summer of sets?
Can I have *** in your sets this Summer?
Or will Summer just set?

Let’s go back to basics,
Where the Summer just sets in the sunsets.
Autumn aspires to asphyxiate natures atoms
Because the Summer has set.

Oh let’s just have this last set of *** as our Summer fades and sets.
Make love to our least favorite song as the fire around us burns and resets.
Because tonight is the last night, that our Summer will set.

You know what I just realized today?
I'm just writing the same poem, different words,
A hundred times.

My soul ache is the same, my skill,
always so very terrible.
At times I even use the same words and comparisons!

How many times have you seen ruby red heart...
or worse me stating that now I'm not going to rhyme...
and then rhyming!

I'm disappointed, disgusted, but at least take happiness in,
This being the most honest poem I have yet written.

Well. I'm going to sleep, and maybe another day, if you know what I mean.