Lighting rod between my teeth
You are static electricity built up in the clouds
I'm just waiting for shock to set in

I've been trying to make father and dad rhyme
But dad has the essence of holding and never letting go
and father is some one who writes you letters after years of no speaking
Dad is some one who held you when you scraped you knee
And father is someone you only remember seeing once, and it was very cold that day
Dad is some one you talk to
and Father only wrote you one letter and you are 16
Dad is someone who you fight with, but you love him
and father is someone you will never know
Maybe its best that I can't rhyme sentiment and hopelessness
*Present and absent will never coincide with each other
Because my dad is not an antonym
And my father will never be a simile

I tried to tickle my vegan fancy
With bushels of quinoa and kale,
I was told no meat or dairy
Was the healthy Holy Grail.

But I was sad and hungry
With every burger I declined,
See me toss away my salad bowl,
I’m in a sirloin state of mind.

I filled my fridge with veggies,
Bean sprouts and legumes,
But I dreamt of pancetta
And links of sausage to consume.

Breakfast was plain yogurt
Lunch was collard greens,
Snacks were roasted edamame,
****, they’re just soy beans.

I was getting much too skinny,
My ribs were protruding,
I became short-tempered,
And was dark and brooding.

I covered all the mirrors,
I looked so pale and pasty,
All day I would salivate,
Craving something hot and tasty.

My vegan days are over
Enjoying pork chops, ham and bacon
I thought veggies were the answer,
But it seems I was mistaken.

Feel free to live off plants,
If you are so inclined,
But I’m firing up the grill,
I’m in a sirloin state of mind.

What am I
When our lips are miles apart
And the words
you whisper
Are not for me
What am I
When you run your fingers
Through the hair
Of an unknown beauty
One of many
What am I
When you give me wings
To fly away
but cut them off
As you please
What am I
When your eyes are blind
To the pain you cause
When you call me love
What am I
My love
What am I to you

She was aesthetic... not because of the way she laughed or the way her eyes sparkled whenever she talked about something she loved and not because of the way she used to bite her lower lip whenever she was lost deep in her thoughts.
But, simply because of the way she perceived the world. She was full of positivity and her aura spoke volumes about all the captivating mysteries that made her who she was.

Watch out so carefully and so closely listen
See how the blood pours see how it glistens
I may look perfect I may appear smart
Never can you see the pain held in my heart

Listen Listen
Watch how it glistens
Never let hope in
You'll find it missin'

Every step I take I fall down more
Leaves my skin looking so fully torn

Take It Take It
I just can't take it
Maybe if I'm careful I can manage to fake it

Hide the pain behind every smile
Never let them know how you can feel

Watch as I draw out the knife from the kitchen
Pay close attention see if anyone can listen
Allow it to flow and let it's beauty glisten
Wonder if they'll ever know that I am missin'

Never know how much I am hurtin'
Can you still think that I am perfect?