Day sleep, night sleep, inbetween restroom and something to eat
Hows this much sleep even possible?
It's a special type of willpower  
To live in dreams
To pick up right where it stopped with the sound of the alarm clock
I just don't want to wake up and face a memory in your place
In dreams you are there always
We may not always get along
At times your face becomes twisted and obscure
More like a feeling than a face
Sometimes you remind me to wake up.

A pact was made in a creek under the conopies of green trees
the water cool and the air fresh with life
You asked for my hand, placing it by your beating heart
promise never to let go, we'll find our way through the dark
I never questioned your intention, Believing with all I am
Every word off your lips. I  the sacrificial lamb
Words in our hearts forever not to break or fade
On my heart, you carved your initials with a blade
Not the promise but its keeper not the promised but the weeper
The creek has run dry. the air thick with regret.

Tears stain pen to paper
Blood stains mark old clothes
Nights become quiet
Void of answers
I see emptyness plauge my life
Enough   please
I just want to feel better again
The internet, my twisted and faithful friend
O' how this introverted nature depends on you!
I search for him in all your words
Each heart felt plea
I find him, I find myself, I find you
Instead of being alone
I nestle into your heartache
Reminds me that I, we, are not alone.
Im so grateful not to be alone
Thank you.

We would lay together, life's puzzle had been solved
you moved me without touching, we spoke without saying a word
shooting stars and moon beams coveted the bluest of blues
each tiny flickering light held a promise so divine
It was exactly where we were supposed to be, a perfect symmetry
The tarot got it right, the oracle of late nights
The beauty of knowing that you were a part of my life
hurts me to the point of respect of appreciation
Hinders my logical thought, for without you my love
is the last place I ever wanted to be
I pictured an old couple that would someday feel the burden of love
but that someday well worth the years i had planned around us
Is it my fault for loving someone more than myself?

For when loved, with every facet of the soul
From all one could give, a broken heart in toll
Memories like little ghosts riding atop of sparrows
holding beating fluttering hearts bound by cupids arrow
Promises believed to the core of what one loves and knows
set ablaze these once gifts now fire and smoke bestows
An impression of time imprinted within
carries sorrow heavy by the weight of misfortune
One step at a time, one moment to rhyme
Striving away that beautiful love unto death in our prime.

Being Tickled
Absurd moments of fustration
nervous times
insanity, madness
and stupid jokes.

It must be great to be one of your shape
who's not a particular shape at all
Troll around, flip floppy, like a four sided ball.
An oval, you wish! Maybe an octogon, or a blob, so long as it's hip.
Can't you tell by that chip?
It's the one up your ***... If you call it an ***...
Oh, snap! That's your face?!  
Wow, where the **** is your soul?!
What!.? you aint got one?
Nor an opinion of your own
Too many points your trying to make man
grow a pair momma's boy get out of her hole,
**** it's pathetic when squares try to roll.