"Surviving solely
On caffeine and nicotine
Hazy baby
Crazy maybe
But I am a being
Forever being."
- The way I use to describe my daily muse

Terms are the worms of the garden of expression;
Words must be chosen in the utmost discretion.
Through the rhymes, walking the lines
Between Romantic and pedantic.

Simple semantics-
There is no such thing.

In humanities we learn about semantics
(among other areas of expertise).
There's no humanities without semantics (among other areas of key).

The instructors instruct,
"It's easy, it's simple, it's breezy"
But the instructors don't conduct
How semantics can never be easy.

My dog thinks there is a scary monster
living in the closet
but really it is just our vacuum
I wonder what kind of things
that live inside the closets of our minds
are really not that scary after all
maybe they aren't even monsters

Don’t let me wake up please
I don’t want to wake up with thoughts like these:
Love? Is that some sort of cheese?
Don’t let me wake up thinking
I’m worth more dead than alive
I don’t want to wake up by your side
I don’t want to open my eyes
If you aren’t who I dream of at night

Don’t let me wake up with regret
I haven’t felt much regret yet, yet,
I feel like it’s coming faster than an air jet
Filled with important people I have never met
I don’t want to wake up
Wondering when it went wrong
Trying to remember, but forgetting the song
Wondering if I should have known all along

Don’t let me wake up as my mother
Don’t let me wake up as my father
I want to wake up like a lover
With roses by my bed and not a revolver.

Tonight when you told me
you couldn't live without me

All I could think was
*There's going to come a time
when your going to have to .

Your hearts flames are burning bright
The brightest I've ever seen on you

I mean it makes sense of course, Flames will blaze brilliantly and brighter than ever before,
When you mix fire with fire
Passion with passion
And anger with anger


I'm not sure if you remember, but occasionally I muse of the fire our hearts built together.
It was more subtle, a welcoming warmth rather than the smoldering crimson fire you've caught ablaze with her.


Be careful though,
When you mix passion, anger and fire...
A third degree burn could come about
Then maybe you'll find yourself looking for something more warm and soothing....

But honestly, a burn patient like yourself should stay away from all fire and spend a little time in the cold, don't you think that's best?

Adolescent smokers
Rather wicked minds
"They're just trying to be rebellious"
Maybe, but there's many different kinds

Time to pick my poison
Originality is dead
My peers start and yeah, I follow
Towards a sign with "Cigarettes ahead"

"But they'll **** you!"
So? Do you think I care?
When I die young cry over my casket  
Because even in death I've got
better hair

I actually really like them
Something id never dream id say
It's hard to pass up the pleasure
of exhaling your worries away

Addiction is an ugly word
And it's not something I crave
Therefore it will not be tolerated here
Or I'll send you off, without even a wave

Crossing over the train tracks
to get to where you were
it wasn't that hard.

I never realized all the other obstacles I had to endure
until it was too late
until I stopped coming over.
A bridge, our high school, some shopping centers.
And stoplights. So many stoplights.

Sometimes, I still hear the train whistle from inside the depths of my room late at night.
I wonder if you hear it too, at 10:38 p.m. on Sundays,
and I wonder if you think of me.
But I never go that route anymore.

dance and twirl and flail around

who cares if we look like silly clowns

knocking shelves and breaking hearts

drinking a bottle of whiskey and throwing darts

straight at brains and thoughts and love

taking the life of the pretty white dove

we run rampant like rabbits

making bad habits

destroying the world that raised us well

ignoring the cries the screams the yells

slaying the ones who love us most

and over drinks we proudly boast

then we grow up and graduate and then

some of us stay and some become men

those who remain lost and alone

allow their hearts to turn to stone

they die with tears and fears and frowns

but ****, it's fun to stay a clown