There comes a point
when the butterflies
cease to be butterflies
and become something
far more sinister

When the fluttering
in your stomach
turns to shredding, ripping, tearing
clawing you to pieces
from the inside out

Leaving nothing  but a pile
of flesh
and bones
and tattered dreams

But still I rise,
for I have grown accustomed
to gathering my entrails
from the floor

When I opened the Christmas gifts you got for me and vice versa.

On the way out to eat, you looked over your right shoulder just to observe traffic and all I could think about was how clear your eyes were from my view.

Every single time we say goodbye on the phone.

When we were sitting in Qdoba and you grabbed my hands, stared at me, smiled, and chuckled, insisting I was cute.

We were looking at the Waukesha skyline, and as we turned to get back to your car and escape the December cold, you tripped over the last standing Christmas tree that overlooked the city and I laughed hysterically.

When we raced across the Target parking lot and you beat me by a landslide, but you almost knocked a family over as you hardly stopped yourself from running into them.

The first time we ever skyped, my heart stopped as you looked at your whiteboard, doing homework. I still stop myself from saying it, every time you do.

When I was sitting in the passenger seat of your car in the Target parking lot, and you leaned over and kissed me. No warning. Just the kiss. You pulled back and smiled, forehead to forehead. Neither of us said one word.

When you spoke to me in nothing but Dance Gavin Dance lyrics for practically a whole day.

When you told me that this wasn't the relationship you thought it would be. I bit my tongue and held back tears.
I let you vent.
I let you disconnect.

New Year's resolutions
Normally aren't worth making,
Since they tend to be
Something we're usually breaking.

I've decided Whoa!
To self-deprivation
And unnecessary
Guilt and indignation.

My resolution this year
Is to daily devour
As many sweets as possible.
(Preferably on the hour.)

The ideal situation
Would be for me to sate
My appetite for confections
Without gaining weight.

All those pastries and donuts
Might not be so cheap.
But THIS is a resolution
That shouldn't be hard to keep.

- by Bob B (1-1-17)

In the mercy of the night
when my thoughts match the sky
temptations don't seem so dangerous

I paint dreams
on the blank canvas of my desperation
that draw hope in the shadows

the fever of this madness keeps me warm
on the loneliest of nights

I don't recognize
she who stares back at me from the bottom of this glass
But she isn't me
And for that I am grateful

But there is no rest for the weary

Far too soon
the mercy of the night
gives way to an unforgiving dawn
shining light from which I cannot hide

The sweet dreams of the night
surrender to the harsh and brutal truth of day

I begin anew
with another tequila sunrise

Excuse me

I feel the need to interject
You better show some respect
Your just a miserable little insect
Looking to infect

You minimal power has gone unchecked
Your so intoxicated your lost
Time to be rejected
Time to pay the cost

You flew to high in the sky
Living off the tears people cry
Time to say bye bye

Now that the end is nigh
Ever word out of your mouth is a lie
Time to put this to an end
Time for you to die

Excuse me

What is it that you said
You didn't mean to leave so many dead
Yet on their corpses you fead
This is where your actions have led

I feel the need to turn you into a wreck
To show you some respect
Use this time to reflect
On every little aspect

You minimal power has gone unchecked
Your so intoxicated your lost
Time to be rejected
Time to pay the cost

You flew to high in the sky
Living off the tears people cry
Time to say bye bye

Now that the end is nigh
Ever word out of your mouth is a lie
Time to put this to an end
Time for you to die

To bad for you I was the next one for you to bite
My delusions of granger give me the right
To smite you like a mite
Say your prayers before I say good night

Excuse me

But this feeling has got me effected
All this power has bin redirected
I will be your god that no one has elected
To my wills you will be subjected

My power has gone unchecked
I'm so intoxicated I'm lost
Time for most of you to be neglected
Time for the others to pay my cost

I have flown so high that I have become the sun in your sky
Living to see the tears and to hear people cry
And to stomp out those who try

Now that the end is nigh
Ever word out of your mouths will be why
Time to put this to an end
Time for you all to die

To have had and to have lost
Is so much worse
Than to have never had at all
When never having had at first
Would've spared a tragic fall