My heads going ones way
My soul another
My mind and body are going another way
And my wallet still another

I think i know what its like
To be executed by wild horses
I'm being pulled apart at the seams
Like a college kid trying to make good on some dreams

Poems are my own way of coming clean,
To myself and to those that read,
So id advise gathering some mulled mead
Because i have a desire to talk
because my soul and spirit arent united

I used to be on one accord now I'm more all over the place like an improper progression of chords
I dont know where or what to do or how to go
Can someone lead me? Please...

Sadly i wont get to meet you
Or touch your skin,
Or hold you and comfort
As loudly you wail and cry,
I wont get to watch you grow,
Into a beautiful human being i know,
But
I can confirm that you wont have to cry,
That you won't have to see the craziness the world brings
You wont have to have your spirit cracked and shaved,
And you wont walk into the train along with the brokenhearted, downtrodden and crazed,

Would you have been a niece or another nephew? That i may not ever know
But I'll see you soon one day,
And i hope you're a happy little angel, playing on the clouds like snow

If i ruled the world id have hockey games settle evry dispute now that may not seem cute but if all that passion by politicians is displayed on the ice then we might not be in needless disputes
If you're rude to me if i was emperor you see id not be cruel and force you to eat nothing but bread and gruel id simply have you put out of your misery because you're clearly a loon
Now you may not like every whim and policy but i promise id try to come off as endearing I'll kiss babies and give to charity and explain my thoughts with the utmost clarity and maybe go on Larry King

But all punchlines aside if i ruled the world and everything in it id make it so we treated addicts like humans not vermin and remain sane to help the insane and truamatized because so many people suffer behind their eyes and
I'd decide to abolish money so greed wouldn't decide the fates of those out here in these streets
Id make it so we gave back to the earth so much that weve taken from it and actually do things that benefit the environment not **** wildlife

Why do you ask questions
I don't have the answer to?
Why do assumptions fuel your gumption,
Because I don't feel comfortable doing what you want me to?
Can you just leave this be?
I'm having enough trouble working through this.
I'm in a position more awkward than a 7 10 split.
So stop with these ******* questions please,
Because I'm already ******* sick.

I'm drawn to you like a moth to the brightest flame
I couldn't have da Vinci draw you into my life, but I can think wistfully just the, same
The curve of your smile, that little twist of your hair
That scrunch of your nose when you laugh, whenever I see you i can't do much but stare

But if I told you all of this I'd probably be kicked aside or stepped on like a cheap set of stairs
So I guess it's only through these words that I can show that I care...

If God loves us then why do so many young and loved ones have to die?
And if good loves us why do people want, destroy others and cry?
If God loves us then why is the world rife with pain?
If he loves us then why do these things happen? It's driving me insane!

Now I'm far from a rocket scientist, but I do belive the answer to these questions is
That if the world didn't have needs, then we wouldn't need a God
Now I know that that answer does seem kind of odd
But I believe that terrible tragedies happen so we stubborn humans would actually call on his name
Because we love to pray when rain clouds come over our lives but not when the weather is calm and tame

Hello, I'm noir
Nero must've left the door open
And he's not here right now,
Well, why don't I show you what happens
when I'm allowed to take his paper and write things down
It's simple, when he's sad WHO DOES HE TURN TO?!
but anyway, you may be wondering what the hell is on his mind?
I'll tell you, rejection.
He's been through it so much he's almost learned to expect it.
From the most beautiful of models to the ugliest of wenches.
Most people can take a loss quietly but then he can't find what's left of his confidence. 
He gave up trying for awhile to try to figure himself out, stay away from all that dating stuff because his heart had been through a rout.

But after he found it again it was dashed just that quickly, like a flickering flame
And thus he took all of it to heart, he felt it was on himself placed was the blame


"Noir? Why are you writing again?"
"I was telling the people why you won't even find it in yourself to get tinder to attempt to get a girlfriend?!"
"I TRIED THAT ONCE AND I LOST FAITH IN IT FASTER THAN A BITTER ATHEIST!"
"GOD YOU'RE INCESSANTLY STUBBORN! WHY CAN'T YOU GIVE YOURSELF ANY TYPE OF CREDIT?!"
"Because, my dear figment, I tried doing that and even then life through a wrench in. "