I had this one last stick of cigarette
I lit it up hoping it would last longer,
But each time I sip it gets shorter,
shorter and shorter by each second,
But with each sip I take I think about her
making each one long and painful,
Cause each sip I think of my mistakes
the real reason why I did lose her,
Now that she's gone I suddenly found
that letting her go was a wrong choice,
Cause I know I still love her
but there is nothing I can do about it,
Cause I know she's really move on
and I'm the only one who's still holding on,
So as I take my last sip of this cigarette
I will put out the fire like my love for her.

You got me
After everything I'd been through
I wasn't a fan
I absolutely did not like that

I wasn't happy about being happy
If that makes any ****** sense
But I wasn't

You had a certain way about you
That I couldn't ignore
No matter how hard I tried

The way you smiled
Laughed
And how I would just see you being happy
Left me in a spot
That I couldn't escape
No matter how hard I wanted to or tried

I still don't like it
Because you have my heart
I am not okay with that
Even if I trust you
It doesn't make it okay

We're all weirdos
And subject to reality
No one can change
How you make me feel
When we are around each other

I worry though
That if it doesn't work out
I will never find someone else
That I share this same connection with

And I'm tired of saying this

I could have heard a song one thousand times and think of it differently only when it plays through your speakers.
I watch your lips closely as you speak.

"Play it again, I like that song," you tell me. And so I play it again.
I pay close attention to the way you push me against the wall in your room, where only a sliver of light comes through your half open bedroom door leading to the hallway. Complete silence as you run your hands down my back softly.
I leave my hands on the back of your neck.
"Can we just keep the lights like this for awhile?" I ask as you lead me to your bed.
I watch the silhouette of your strong arms against the wall.
Your veins look like road maps telling me exactly where to go. You ****** hard and then soft, kiss me and then look me dead cold in my eyes.
You are my home.

Desks and chairs and messy hair
Student rankings, must compare.
Always having something due--
Wake up at eight, slept at two.

Coffee, Red Bull, I need more
To push through my every chore.
My health and sanity is growing ill,
But all I need is an Adderall pill.

"It will be worth it in the end," I'm told,
But this college thing is getting old.
Always working and losing sleep
Because I have straight As to keep.

"Amazing essay," "Good job!" they say,
But they don't know of the price I pay.
They never listen to what I need or want
Unless it's in Times New Roman, 12 pt font.

Those lost in war
are mostly
gone for good,
but sometimes
their ghosts pry
my ears open
and softly
weep into them.
I can only listen
and wonder,
why not me?

  ~mce

When I was still young and fresh
A million years ago
I walked on edges
Always on the edge of something
Something wild

Bright lights and long nights
Lots of laughter and music
Always music
Singing with the band
Dodging the flying glass
When fights broke out
Howling to the moon
Oh, wild indeed were we

All shadows now, alas
Visions from an addled brain
Pubs, clubs and smoky dumps
Leave no turn unstoned was the cry
More fun than fundamental
And fundamentally flawed, it was
A couple of hours sleep 'fore the day job
With eye-lids stuck together
And walking into walls
But still I wouldn't have swapped it
For all the strait laced straight faced
Wealth in the world

                                 By Phil Roberts