Sarcasm runs in my veins,
I am a sucker for a sad face.
I can get claustrophobic on trains,
I love things that have fringe and lace.

The world is cold and lonely,
But that’s how I want it to be.
Please don’t treat me like I’m your one and only,
I’ll understand you even if I don’t agree.

I like when you call me nasty names,
That’s how I know we’re close.
I like to put all of my pictures in frames,
I find peppers and pineapples gross.

My hair is like the dark ebb and flow of the seas,
And my green eyes are the reflection on that watery surface.
My body is gorgeous from my love handles to my knees,
And my mind making me a complete circuit.

Every human is different and odd,
But each one is just as interesting as the next.
We all are broken and flawed,
But would we be human if we weren’t complex?

Every being should enjoy themselves,
And not care what society thinks.
Why is hearing criticism like walking on eggshells?
Ignore it because life will be over in a few winks.

They say that humans are compassionate and loving creatures, with a wide variety of emotions. Yet they also say humans are the most feared and horrible creatures on this planet. And all of these things were yet said by humans. What most people don’t say or tend to notice is that humans are full of oxymorons, hypocrisys, and failure. That may sound negative but it isn’t. If humans weren’t flawed then we wouldn’t be humans right? I believe those two most common perceptions of humans come from the two most commonly perceived personality types present in humans. You have the super happy-go-lucky type who believes the world is perfect and pure and no one wants to hurt each other. And then you have the extremely hateful cynical type. The people who have been hurt and stepped on and abused and feel they have every right to hate the world. But I think these two extremes are quite unfair to the majority of the population that is in the middle grey area. The reality is that the world is a mystery and treats every human differently with different experiences, just as all humans are different from each other. It’s quite beautiful, that grey area. You never really know what’s going to happen in the middle and its exciting.

I sit here on my bed,

My mind bored and my libido unfed.

I'm staring at the wall,

Its the weekend and I've done nothing at all.


They're all wanting me,

But can't come here by three.

Now I sit here all on my own,

Spending this weekend alone.


I remember when you were around,

Those weekends I never frowned.

You were there all the time,

Those nights were sublime.


I had given everything I had to you,

And our closeness grew.

I just miss you so **** much,

I miss your voice, your face, your touch.


Now I have others who try to help me forget,

But my mind is simply dead set.

You were my love and my first,

And its for you that I thirst.


So I sit here on my bed,

My mind bored and my libido unfed.

I'm staring at the wall,

Its the weekend and I'm done with everything, that's all.

Her world is gone.

Depression has begun to spawn.

Her all and her everything,

Her prince charming, her king.

He's not returning home,

Back to his queen and his throne.

He tells her he doesn't know,

When he can return, he says with woe.

Now the queen sits waiting for him,

Her faith and her spirit become dim.

But she must not lose hope,

For she must be strong and cope.

He would want her to move on,

But she won't, even though he's gone.

The queen holds fast to her love,

Knowing this is exactly what its made of.

Love is everlasting and pure,

And in order to love you must be mature.

The queen is just that indeed,

She now feels relieved and freed.

Cause one day she knows for sure,

That the king will come home once more.

I woke up this morning happy,

Smiling cause I dreamt of you.

This will probably sound a bit sappy,

But that dream showed me something I knew.


Dancing in the summer sun,

In a rainbow of people and color.

We twirled around and we spun,

Like in this world there wasn't another.


Free from your parent's strict rule,

Your true self showed to me.

You were carefree and a happy fool,

We could be together and be free.


You stopped to hold me close,

And went in for my lips.

This is what I missed the most,

Us being lip to lip and touching hips.


I woke up from this so excited,

Knowing this was a good sign.

It showed my reasoning was ignited,

I know everything will all be fine.