These things called haiku's...
Feel a bit too restricting...
Dont think I'll write em...

seriously though
these things are too difficult
how would you write one

quality i mean
i'm sure it would be lacking
so what is the point...

i mean i could just
break my sentences into
tiny little chunks

that abide by the
five seven five formula
but that seems silly...

skip it...I'm bored now
i  think I'll go look inside my
refrigerator

I have never been a man of many words.

That is you would not call me by any stretch of the imagination bombastic. Nor would you refer to me as long- winded. I try to be as concise as possible.

I feel that most people have a select few adjective to describe themselves.

Personally chatty, diffuse, discursive,flatulent, loquatious, palaverous, pleonastic, prolix nor verbose would be on this list.

My words are not ample aplenty bounteous bountiful generous plenteous plentiful profuse or super abundant.

And when i make a speech it is not oratorical or overblown...

I am not pompous...I try to be as consise as possible.

she was like an angel laying there next to me on this bed that is far too small for the both of us

it almost begs closeness and we obliged...  we had a great day and this was a perfect end or as perfect as it could possibly be...

we saw a man while we were out... wounded veteran and i felt bad for him... i debated in my mind if he was asking for change so he could change his situation 35 cents at a time or if he just wanted a beer... it mattered none to me so i gave him enough for that beer if he so desired it...after all... he lost his arm presumably protecting me...he deserves a beer...

but now i lay here thinking that i want my 4 dollars back...because if he were in my situation his arm wouldn't be asleep it would simply be gone... meanwhile i may soon lose my own arm...

perfection is not attainable... and i must not disturb the sleeping angel...

We were terrible together...

I mean we were comically bad together...

Probably the worst couple ever...

Remember your 18th birthday party...

I got you that stuffed creature with those ***** eyes you like...

Never mind that it was a representation of the ****** virus...

We laughed about that...

And then when we got back to school the following week...

And rumor got around that i gave you ****** for your birthday...

Which was technically true...

We thought we'd never live the embarrassment down...

But we did...

Together...

We were truly terrible together...

Hand holding,
Cigarette smoking,
Spiced gin drinking,
And bare flesh touching...
Y o u  h a d  m e.
(Only for 24 hours,
But that’s more than most get)

24 hour boyfriend,
The perfect relationship.
One complete day of undivided lust and adoration.
It almost felt like I loved you.
Sharing souls and secrets and your king sized bed,
I  h a d  y o u.
That loving gaze, the sweet whispers;
It made me sick

In an early morning, half-drunk haze,
Your skin wouldn’t let go of mine,
Your smile asked me to stay,
And your sleepy eyes told me you wanted more…
You whispered you loved me,
I clenched my eyelids shut and pretended to sleep.
I could never love you.

I’m sorry,
But your 24 hours is up.

this is what
I get
for saying
I love you

Here we are
You will start
Play the card
That
Breaks the heart

Anger
Schemes
You cannot
Take the dreams
And try to give them Reasons

Here's the place
I once was
Where you bit your lip

....not like this


Try to give a reason
That your "love" changes
Like seasons
There are none that
I will hear

Above all else
You are decietful
Above all else
I am not broken

Depression
I used to think
Only of myself
Happiness
Call it home
Even when all of them are gone
I am here
I am

I became
Drunk enough
To scream
Your name
At the star filled
Night
It's alright
It's alright
I never hear your answer

Do you understand?
Do you understand?
That true love would wait forever
That I will sit by
As the sea of blood goes dry
As the sun sets forever
As the wind is full of heat
God has left his seat...
I will wait forever

I realise why I'm drawn to alcoholics
after you, because you taste like one;
heat-filled,numbing passion.
Because you are certain of your drug
of choice
and can hold your liquor
So that means you can hold me
our hands only shake when we're sober
so lets stay drunk all the ******* tIme
and fight off these ghosts in beer bottles
ode to Jack Daniels for leading us to
true love
because there really must be a god
if something as sweet as this
could exist

Until the morning when we wake up
still slightly
drunk
staggering, stuttering
dark eyes and muttering
apologies for what happened
"last night"
but were not sorry because well do it again
just bring the whiskey
Ill bring a pen

So I realize you're as smooth as the poison you drink
and as sharp as the blade
i use to inflict
these toxins of waste in my breath
on my skin
but we'll do it again
yeah we'll do it again