The windy city we take no pity on fools who come through and act high n mighty like a committee if you with me shout once now twice and let me tell you why my city is so nice we don't bite we invite and write our problems on this page a city full of wizards and I'm the level 60 mage Our bulls are red with rage 6 championships always rattling the cage Michigan avenue where the clothes are so nice and the ice is tight catch the loop roll around all day and night despite the fights on the south and west sides that's right your hood here is by geographical methods not epileptic or mathematics accept it we're a new breed a strange sensation the toughest in the middle of the nation as the seasons change we only get stronger call dibs on the parking spot with a lawn chair don't despair we all no you don't wanna leave
welcome to Chicago, my city!

I sat in the club,
enjoying a menthol drag
I looked at the stage
I heard the band play
And boy was I glad
And there she was, the singer
a young, trophy with an hourglass figure
she stepped to the mic
And started her song
she had the crowd hypnotized
And kept the show up all night long

I eyed the singer,
silky legs slipping out of the dress
I finished off my menthol
And soon she was by me
teasing her ample *******
she sang with a sultry voice
her delivery was immaculate
If it had really been my choice
I definitely would've gone after it

She grabbed my necktie
And threw it back into my face
she walked away swaying her hips
as she commanded the attention in the place
I walked back to the bar
as she completed her song
I tipped the barkeep heavy
after that show I had to tip
with her charisma that'd be wrong

As the club closed down for the evening
And we walked out into the night
I looked behind and I saw the singer,
with her eyes shining oh so bright.
I complimented her on the show
she said thank you with a smile
I took out another menthol and she said
"Stay with me awhile"

To Be Continued...

It's looking as though my head is a prankster
You know
Because I'll think one thing, and unintentionally say another
Sort of like faking being asleep by hiding underneath covers
It's not clever or original and it's driving me crazy
I'll not feel pain but the over analysis from my brain makes the space behind my eyes hazy
Lately I've been having this same **** dream
I keep waking up in a straitjacket and I'm close to bursting at the seams
But then I hear a voice, and I'm not sure who it is
It calms me back down, and the madness subsides and I begin to return to my wits
But then the voice leaves and I'm running down the hall, door to door and corner to corner.
It's ****** up when your mind is playing tricks on you

St. Valentine Was A *******
he clearly was Aphrodite's *****
he became a slave to that amorous witch
and cupid was his constant itch
Now his day is set aside
for marketing and sales besides
lingerie and chocolate, flowers and jewels
are profit for money grubbing tools

One day out of the year shouldn't be set aside
to show your partner you care besides
love is more than hot passionate ***
it's more than cards with funny effects
love entails more than having kids

While I'm here can I just address
Ladies, we think its for the best,
that you just say what you want, no more hints or indirectness,
don't expect us to know we can't read minds, that's not how nature erected us

Now for those that don't know Mr. Freeze is my favorite villain in batman his icy persona always appealed to me in ways Two Face and Clay Face couldn't hope to achieve.

Is it possible for me to posess one of his most famous features in life's grand quest,
the heart of ice.
if I had it that would be nice
it wouldn't sting at all of someone stabbed me in the back
or if someone played me I'd shrug it off and laugh.
And if someone broke my heart I wouldn't fall apart I'd simply move on to the next one, over I wouldn't have to start.

But his heart of ice came at a horrible price
his body decayed in search of a cure for his wife.
well I'm single right now so that wouldn't matter to me
in fact I'd probably not get annoyed by certain members of my family.

So all I'm saying is a change would be nice,
if I had Mr. Freezes Heart Of Ice.

I'd rather be alone
that have my sweet nature played
I'm not perfect by any means but loyal
is burned into me like a 3 dollar steak
I'm not a friendzone option
either you want me or you don't
don't keep talking to me to stroke your ego
because if you do I'll come for the throat
why is it you claim you want someone nice
but go for an insensitive *****?
all men are different down to our dzcks.
But if you just use the nice one that stayed around for emotional support
expect him one day to move on
He'll probably be the one you should've married
if you just made him like a shopping trip
and tried him on
Like I said I'd rather be alone forever
than have my heart taken advantage of whenever
so if you generally want me, then just tell me
because I'll turn on you faster than a shrunken sweater

As most people know, owls are symbols of wisdom
As well as omens of ill tidings and lost hope
Abnormally the horned owl sits on a branch, its eyes staring, green and cold into the night sky
As the moonlight bends in a triangular prism

A gentle "hoot hoot" cuts softly into the air
Striking fear into the small rodents who would dare
To come out at night, and risk being devoured
So maybe, just maybe in the forest floor

We're those small rodents, due to all we have to endure
And the Owl is our predator, keeping us in check
Well, I've got news for you Mr. Owl, I'm not dead yet!

Im unusable
Maybe unlovable
But i know one thing
I'm certainly uncrushable
If you see appeal
I apologize for clearly your eyes lied
Or my mirror is going blind
I know beauty is by the beholder defined
But clearly the ball was dropped in the case of mine

So why try? I'll get shot down
Why paste on a smile when its easier to scowl
Why be subtle, why cant we be upfront?
Then maybe I'll no longer be a cynical cxnt

It's like a jungle sometimes
that's what The Grandmaster said
but learning about bodies being found in alleys over colors
that's maybe not what he saw in his head
the streets are cruel, but they teach you a lot
every day in my city it seems
someone's getting shot
More bullets pop every night
And more kids don't get to see the sunlight
to quote Run-Dmc whatever did happen to unity?
we lost the concept when getting money and turning up became the only objects
of our fascination and now our babies won't grow up to see outside the chainlink fence that symbolizes the divide between the hoods, north south west and east side we need to call a truce put all the beef aside and let's grow as a city it won't be easy at all
but I guarantee if we can do this it's together not apart from the homies is how we'll ball

Some days I wish
That I was the only seed wrought by my parents
Honestly I wonder what it would be like
To not have my older sibs

To not have to be compared to my older brothers,
Or not to be messed with and harassed at times by my sister.

I'd probably have that pair of roller skates that I'm after
I had to get at least I've joke out, forgive me master!

Somedays I wish I could take control of my life like the Sims
And see what it'd be like without my sibs

I think it's time
I explore my twisted side
I've got my rope
I've got my knives
I'm going out
for a new thrill tonight
a little psychotic
morphed into a lot
now I'm going to use bodies
to leave my Mark
And it's a shame that
you've crossed my path
Now I'll grind your brains to paste
now like Jagger, I'll lay your soul to waste

The winds of change
Carried you into my life
It had gone strangely stagnant
Now I look forward to waking
At each new sunlight

The calls may be simple
But the stories and smiles nearly infinite
Well we have enough in common
So I'm cool talking every minute

It ***** that you live
Oh so far away
But hell we've created a ******* sweet bond
And that much is here to stay

Politics is easily the world's greatest circus
The only difference is the popcorn is your own
And that isn't cotton candy being spun my friends watching at home

But I usually don't discuss politics in my poems
But this election cycle is really pushing me to weigh in
Can we really just present some common sense this election?

Now, one thing a lot of candidates seem to lack is empathy
It's pathetic because if you hold public office your decisions affect the majority, not just a sect you see

But who am I voting for?
Well that's my business not yours.
Although I will say if he does get elected
We may see change by the score

Well my sinuses are ******* me over
And my eyes are bloodshot and my brain is getting pretty close to dead
So I figured I'd write a birthday poem before I get some allergy medicine in my head

First I wanna thank God, and my family and friends
For putting up with me for two decades
Because I know that there were plenty of times
Where I could've ended up 6 feet under via the thoughts in mah head

Second I wanna thank all the people that read and support my writings
I wouldn't be half the writer that I am today
If you guys hadn't discovered me I would think to know what I'd do

So thank you all for reading this sappy piece, because I have a birthday to celebrate
So because I'm a portal fan, of course I'll  be eating pie, not cake

The bell rings
The inner fire sings
Burning hotter than ever
If you're around me I wouldn't recommend a sweater
I was stuck for a long time, I needed a doctor
My brethren in Ink stood by me, like an exam procter

So for all the crying and whining I put you guys through
thank you, for sticking by me when I didn't know what to do.
No more depression, no more pain.
I can't promise all Sunshine, I know there will be rain

But NeroameeAlucard, the true me is returning once again
I'm standing taller than ever, Prouder, stronger, because, well I've been down to the bottom.

I'M BACK!

I don't get it, why do people live vicariously
through the viciousness and indirect idiocracy
ludicrous plots And sub par sub plots
why is it, then that dramas, not even very good ones got so hot?

I mean I have nothing against a drama if it's done correctly
but respect me and and my intelligence if you're going to write a dramatic show make it worth my investment
Give me a reason to watch again
don't just rely on Facebook posts from my friends

I won't extol anything that doesn't hold my attention I'm glad a show with a black cast is making it past my community onto others around the country but it just doesn't appeal to me

RIP
to those insignificant things
You know, nothing really
just our dreams
Sometimes they are impossible
but they give us something to believe
but it seems our dreams are falling like human beings
like a black man in America
it's like they have no meaning

My greatest nightmare seems to be coming true
It's like every dream or hope I have is falling apart like meat in a zoo
maybe being real doesn't appeal to the dreamer in you
But it's like my dreams are crushed every single day or two

I'm a spineless puppet
A foolish doll that everybody seems fit to play with
I'm too scared to say what I feel it's
Annoying when I don't want to do something
And everybody keeps shoving thoughts ideas and opinions down my throat
Like I'm a **** hungry ******* what the flying ****
I'm not a sellout so stop forcing yourselves into my head

Please, let me grow myself a spine... Before my individuality is dead

It's a strange sensation to try to describe
A condition that can't be cured by any medicine prescribed
When the mind wants constantly, like an aimless drifter
Only to be suddenly thinking of greatly useless information, like how to access software that filters

When you start out humming stickerbrush symphony
Only to be doing ****** backup vocals to the trees
My brain is a child that can't sit still but maybe, one day soon it will.

I'm a love hungry *****.
There i admit it.
I'm owning up to it
Because this singleness while pleasant for a time is getting older than cheap gold

But I don't want lazy or incomplete love
I want the kind of love that fills my heart up to the point it runs over
the kind that just to make someone happy I'd dive from the cliffs of dover

The love that says "It's okay babe, I know you had a long day. Here I got you some arizona, I hope you feel okay"
The kind that knows when somethings wrong and how to back away

Basically I want to meet someone that'll show me why with others it didn't work out
And when I meet her (wherever she is) I hope there's no doubt

Wandering mind (attempt at slam) by NeroameeAlucard
sometimes I wonder where these ideas spring from
I swear to most they seem dumb
but that may because I'm still young
and they say that the young are numb to societal indifference within this messed up world of today
Today? Today wandering eyes can get your rep ruined, hooray! but wandering minds keep you challenged and sickened from the rashest and missing ideas that crawl within your mind
it's storming outside
all rainy and cold
thunder and lightning
making me feel alone
My white Sox bear comforts me slightly
Pikachu only touches my blankets lightly
I'm not this bad about storms, but I'm feeling so spritely
I guess this isn't too be taken lightly
the water flows in from the old sewer pipe
just what else can happen tonight?
water damage, insecurity just bad vibes
oh wait... He's got it I'll be alright

A megaphone is a device
Used to amplify sound, most commonly speech
Into the ears of the masses gathered around
Usually in an act of protest.
It's an electrically powered portable amplifier
But I don't possess one.
Not yet, anyway. But I know someone who does.
Someone who's shouts of frustration cause pity and anger at the same time.
The person I'm living with, isn't that divine.
I'm stuck between sympathizing and bewildering blind fury
Her condition is not through fault of her own but surely
She can stop taking her frustrations and misplaced aggression out on me.
I wish I knew how to stop her pain, stop her anger.
I wish I could do that without it destroying me.
And, mother I doubt you'll read this but on the off chance that you do.
I love you. But I don't know what else that I can do.
I'm learning to carry a house hold on my shoulders, and I can't do that if you keep taking crowbars to my knees.
But, I fear it might be too late that that fact is what you'll see.

What most people don't realize
is that inspiration lives in front of your eyes
pain is often it's favorite disguise
but it also takes other forms to hide
love, hatred, lust and beauty
and we as poets must fulfill our duty
to catch inspiration in all of its forms
and pen it down with ink, so our voices can't be ignored.

I can see those wings
how playfully they hide
as the feathers fall gingerly down
coming to rest at your side

You tried to hide your halo
flipped it out of sight
but your eyes gave away a pureness
a never ceasing, beautiful light

although you may be bound to this earth
cold concrete and cruel
you my dear truly are an angel
a blessing through and through

Oh what I'd give
if closer to you I could live
What's going on?
Is the fate forever opposed to my happiness?
I knew you would be something different
Loyalty and genuine love is so hard to find nowadays when I stumbled onto you I discovered why it didn't work, and I was still running through loves strange Rat race.

It's amazing what you find
I wasn't searching for love in fact at the time
I was going to be alone not leave my home and punish all those people I thought had lied
telling me that I deserved the best but weren't giving me a chance
like I knew I could step but I wasn't invited to the dance.

Now I'm happier than I think I've ever been in my life
when I'm talking to you all the stress falls out of my life
it's like I was a storm that you calmed
that mutt on the side of the road that you brought in and nursed back to warmth.

I guess if I can make it simple
I love you, everything about you, your hair your eyes abd those cute little dimples.

That's right, I'll never have kids
Not that I don't love children
But I don't wanna raise them, it's not my biz
So never will my J-zz spill into a woman's ******
That's such a hard word to rhyme... Uhh

Anyway let me get back to the point before you guys think I've been smoking a joint
I'll never have children for one simple reason
I'm epileptic, you see so it stands within that
I'll have seizure after seizure until my lifeline is flat

So I could never put any seed of mine through that
The Worry the anxiety, I couldn't do my children like that
So that's why to this day
I'll never have kids, that's what I say

Have you ever given yourself a second chance?
Not every mistake you make has to result in a Donna Summer.
A Donna Summer?
Yeah another self imposed last dance.
You'll never get anywhere flawless My friend.
So allow yourself those ***** ups because the most important thing from them is the lessons

I realize know ive been living with ine hand behind my back
So from now I'll make peace with the things i lack
And use my strengths to make an even greater comeback!

Censored

You hate me don't you?
My brown skin ***** hair and long dxck intimidate, don't they?
You say we're violent but you don't see the fear in our eyes
You say "He was no Angel" when one of us dies.

You said Columbus discovered America when he pillaged and destroyed an entire culture
Then we were brought here, and slavery picked at us like the meanest vulture

You want to say it, but you don't want to alienate the people that were so long hung killed profiled enslaved and *****
I'm not stuck in the past I'm just sticking this pen up the *** of those who say racism has seen it's day

I wish I could say that. But like Alex Hayes we need to bring our roots back,
Study our history so it's never repeated,
That way, one day racism can be defeated

A Tremolo tale of dead men riding
in the old west deciding
that their fate was up to Destiny
but this is their story, not mine you see.

They ride as one soul, pressed on by the promise of a better life
leaving behind everything, family, friends
even their wives.

Searching for something that can't be toed down,
looking for someone that can never be found.

they burned white hot when angered,
a soothing blue when pleased
I've seen them ride, it's a humbling experience indeed.

And it's said that to This day, on a brightly lit night
if you look up quickly you may see them fly right on by
those brave warriors, those ghost riders in the sky

I think I'm like a mega man fan in 2012
I'm unable to sleep correctly
Fiercely debating what I need to do in my life daily
Lately, I've been restless even though I know I'm blessed it's
A monkey a can't kick off my back

Has anybody else been here?
Slapped in the face consistently by fear?
of not knowing where you're supposed to go
or where your river of life shall flow?

Second guessing can be a blessing
steppin back to consider the lessons
life teaches you on the way
To where you're supposed to be going
it's better than where you've been, I can guarantee.

restlessness is a persistent imp.
following me like a pulp fiction style gimp
so stop following me,
I'm done with thee

When I say I love you just know that I mean it
My heart became a coupon that you redeemed its crazy how I've gone all the way over the cheesy moon for you
I knew better exsisted, I didn't know it'd be you.

When I say I'm not giving up I will not rest I'm not gonna let my first real love in sometime go I guess you're stuck with me like I am with you
I go so crazy without I don't know what to do

When I say your beautiful it's like I'm describing a work of art
Your body drunkens my eyes while you cast a spell on my heart
I hope and pray that we never part
I met the woman of my dreams
and over I don't wanna start

Stop sticking
your pins in my sides
I'm not an avatar for someone else's pain
I have enough wounds of my own that need to heal
so stop trying to make me
your voodoo doll
because I'm not built for that kind of pain
no not at all
I know I've done a lot of wrong
I know I can't do any right
but stop punishing me because of this
it's nowhere near worth the fight.

So please I beg you against my pride
stop stabbing me violently in the side
dispiriting my body and reaping my soul
because you know I've nowhere to go
I'm trapped imprisoned inside my own head
the same thing that helps keep me awake could turn on me And I'd wind up dead.

I can't escape my mind And I can't get it right
if I got up any measure of nerve maybe I wouldn't be writing this tonight
I keep trying to exorcise these ghosts upstairs but they keep coming back to life

A symbol of love
Of expression and individuality has passed on today
The purple one has gone on
to that heavenly Astral plane.
So many memories, that so many around the world
Have created including myself to his music, all I can say now is the greatest of thanks

Prince taught me that being different is sometimes what's best for the soul
That music can be blended within and without to break down the walls of culture and the barriers of hatred, brick by brick, hole by hole.

So thank you so much prince, for all that you've given the world.
You're an angel now, jamming with all of the lost ones up above.

If i could make sense of these screams could you quiet them?
Silence them like a billion violins with plucked strings
Please end the ticks and static buzzes floating from neutron to atom to neuron to cell
Just still my mind for once so i can end this Hell
Let me be at peace with myself
Then maybe I'll be able to accrue some kind of wealth
Monetary or mentally im meant to be something, what exactly i don't know
I hope i find out soon because this wild world is still very cold.

-Neroamee_Alucard

In case I haven't made it clear
I don't really care for people my dear
I like being alone I like solitude
I don't really mind, but I apologize if I come off rude

But here's the thing, while I cherish being by myself
I don't like being lonely, that's like living an eternal hell.
To reach out when I desire some form of companion
only to be turned away, cuts deeper than the grand canyon

now I'll admit I've made my mistakes
I've got flaws, like my jaw or lack of things about me I find great
I've tried to overcome them but I've gotten shot down
if like life's a game of chess, I'm a king with no crown

Every move I take, whether it be by myself or one of the pieces
the took defending me, the bishop cutting corners like a seamstress
Every single time I think I've finally won the game
life calls out Checkmate! And I've only myself to blame

I rolled over.
I was asleep, but then.... nothing
Again.
Air and emptiness
Darkness laughing in my face
No one there occupying this space
No face to gently smile at,
No soft body to hold onto,
No one person who i know has my back.

I smiled and thought, "how did it end up this way?"
And then i remembered "oh right everyone I've ever cared about lives arbitrarily far away."
See,  whenever i meet someone new my brain goes on shuffle with no pause button, tangents fly like seagulls and eagles in every single discussion

My own brain is responsible for the love i lack
So i rolled over the other way, turning my back...

-Neroamee Alucard

Know what the worst thing is
Its not wanting to be a burden
But still finding yourself feeling weak
And powerless, i doubt its just me
That feels this way, you don't want to be worrying anyone you care about even though you know that worry comes from a place of love
You want no one to have to worry, even if you don't know itll be alright
Despite this, i write this to tell you that you can't live your life chasing spirits and piecing together long broken wounds, but you also can't assume that doom and gloom will follow your life from front to back and side to side

So never. Ever. Give up. Till the last stand we broken souls will fight

The funny thing about faith is that
You don't really get the tests you take until long after the fact
You don't know why the storm is brewing, or why your character is under attack
Why is it my life that's being broken down? They deserve it because I'm not like that!
But you try to stretch those muscles of faith knowing someone, or something has your back

So you put on a brave face and soldier on
Despite not knowing how much longer it's in you to hold on
All seems lost, you're finally going to break
It's like being trapped in San Andreas during a massive earthquake
And suddenly someone pays you back more than what life had to take
Its like life evens out, a balance that's impossible to break

Now I'm not advocating any particular religion
But read this closely so you know the point is before you,  so listen
to that voice in the back of your head saying it may be dark now but there's brightness on the way
It may be hard to stand up now, but that adrenalin shot will come tomorrow, if not today
As long as you learn to stretch those muscles of hope and of faith

You can make it through the night to that brighter day

You've got it good you see if you're not unwanted like me an unnamed burden that is for certain a beast with no beauty a wandering soul with no rest was I that wicked in a past life? I guess I can take striking out but I've done so horribly it's hard to not dwell on it and I know I've written a lot about feeling unwanted but when you get led on by someone you thought was a friend it's like wandering into a job interview and making it far enough to get a call only to find out they hired someone and though it wasn't meant for you at all it stings your pride and beats your spirit to a ****** lifeless pulp

so while I have to indulge my feelings of emptiness and disappointment again my friends just know you aren't a waste of space and if you're in a hole like me you don't just have it good, you have it great

Ladies, us nice guys have a question
why is it we all end up as plan B as opposed to the main interest?
I'm not the most attractive, or the most perfect
But at least I try, whereas half the guys out there aren't worth it

I know, part of the curse of being nice
is remaining lonely more often than the guy who's colder than ice
it's like I've tried my best every time I've ever dated
but every single time I get up enough courage
"I love how your such a sweetheart but I'm talking to someone"
Now you might be thinking don't be discouraged there's someone out the for you and she'll be more than worth it.

Well, I've waited and waited and waited some more
I've been patient and kindhearted, but it's like I'm such a bore
Am I simply a burden? A back up plan if it doesn't work out?
Or am I beast? ostracized by the world and casted out?

Am I so mean spirited that no one would dare provide me affection?
Am I so unappealing to the body and mind that looking my way causes disintegration?
What is it? I'll change, I know that I can

The curse of being the nice guy.. we always finish last.

I don't need a doctor to tell my track record is like the clash straight to hell
I'll sell my heart to the highest bidder I'm not bitter I know everyone comes into your life for a reason and you can't mix up people for a moment or even expect them to be there always and only be meant for a season

maybe I'm taking this to harshly but I'm growing color and it's costly to myself and whoever The Lord Has planned for me
My head and heart lost pages long ago in fact I'm sure they aren't even reading the same book anymore I don't know what's in store my head tells me spend some time alone work on yourself and my heart says you can't come close to doing that without a woman's help it's an internal conflict my own personal hell...

but I put a mask on so is hard to tell

Pitiful power hungry people
are strange with an odd plethora of features
it's like even though we know what lies in the box
we insist on angering Pandora, and she isn't one to be mocked

Nowadays next to no one is really worth a **** family and friends can stab you in the back quicker than an admitted enemy can shoot you from the front we placed to much priority on trying to stunt and floss off our material possessions,
maybe if we focused on the inside more than out this may never have been written.

Petite Teenager getting pregnant thinking that a baby equals love, or that kid who tried his best to stand the constant harassment just stamped his ticket to heaven with a loaded gun,
People are strange, we delight in another's misery yet abhor someone's success.
like the book said, were both cursed and blessed

Shiki zoku se kuu means
Form is emptiness.
How do you write based off of a quote
When the quote can be a poem
On its own?

Form is emptiness
Is an odd sentiment to express
My physical form is far from empty
As i wouldn't be writing if it was, you see
But is my spirit empty?
Is my mind unfortunately empty?

So many questions, so little time

-Neroamee Alucard

Someone once told me that you'd wash away my sins,
Take away the pain and make me feel good about the skin I'm in.
So if you can here me honestly I don't know how
Or why I'm even worth it, which is why I'm writing this now
Can you hold me? can you love me which has no worth here?
Can you take away my pain?
Can you turn away my rain?
please I know I've been weak and flawed
I know I've kicked scratched and clawed
for the wrong things in life, and in love just to find some sense of power


But I was wondering, Lord, can you hold me now?

Relationships are all about balance
Being the yin to a yang
The subtle base to someone's loud twang
And while balance is crucial behind those doors
Why do people like to castrate the love someone else managed to create, just because the couples nationalities aren't yours?

They're not too good to date someone that happens to share their skin
But they found someone that makes them happy as a lark without and within
So really... is happiness an unforgivable sin?

Judging is about as pointless as a water-skiing budgerigar
Because all it does is bring people down
Turn once proud smiles into bitter sullen frowns
You never know the whole story
So why would you dismiss them, morning glory?

Take for example that homeless man out on the corner
He was a vet that served his country with pride and decorum
But when he got back home his job had been taken
By a young upstart who's boots were still shaking

His pride was shattered and his spirit was gone
So he had to move slowly along
All he could do was beg to survive
While so many people make comments and deride
My point here people is try your best to not judge another
Because you never know of that one day may be you sleeping under a bridge with no cover

You ever see those cheesy comic strips?
You know the ones with those two little bug eyed kids?
Oh come on the ones with the caption "love is? "


I've had quite a few ideas for those cute little strips
So straight from my twisted head,  here's Nero's idea of what love is.

Love is when you find that special girl or guy,
That you hate a little less than everybody else you pass by

Love is finding somebody to go eat a pizza with and talk crap about the ugly delivery guy with
Love is when netflix and chill means netflix and chill, but enough of this romantic tish

It's rather late
For this kind of call isn't it?
Well I'm not one to look a Daft horse in the eye
So tell me, how wet is it?
Dripping you say?  You feel like it's about to burst from all the pressure?
Hold on for a little longer, I'll be over soon


Okay I'm Downstairs what's the status report?
It's sopping wet? Thank you for the free witty retort
I'm here, I've got my secret weapon in hand
I've got only one last question. ...

Where's the leak ma'am?

A tear fell down
As these words appeared on this page
And though I don't have the wisdom of a sage
The clock moving forward doesn't do much to wounds but allow scars to grow, some develop invisibly whilst others are more likely to show
This I know because you see the scarred heavily out in the streets.
Seeing horrors unimaginable, and never truly recovering,
Expected to return back into our cruel society without any time to digest what they witnessed and go on in silent suffering.

Time's Scars never really do heal, the skin never sutures totally and the blood does fall out of us constantly...
But you can be the antiseptic on this infection...and rediscover empathy

So my friend asked me, where her prince was?
To which i responded in kind with my own question
Where's my princess?
Cause this has been keeping me up like ******, you see all this madness life throws is hard to wade through like cialis
With no one at my side to help pick me up when it gets rough
Alone with no one to share your secrets and to hold through laughter and tears, someone i can rely on to face my family friends and even a jury of my peers

So i ask again, where's my princess?