In your twenties they say
You are young and carefree.
Looking forward to each day
Full of promise and opportunity.

Behind the curtain they don't see
The weight of the world on your shoulder.
Thinking this makes or breaks who you turn out to be
Telling yourself it'll all be worth it when you're older.

You've survived almost 20 years of school
Just to be rewarded with a GPA and crushing debt.
All you want is your dream job but you say its cool
Because you know that dream will never be met.

You fan the flames of societal pressures
Comparing your life to those who "thrive"
That only adds to the long list of stressors
And its you whose burnt out by twenty five.

You take a step back and you finally realize
The key to being young and carefree.
It starts with looking at yourself through someone else's eyes
And it ends with a hot cup of tea.

"don't come inside"
usually, in fact, almost always
I would pull out
with a split second to spare
and ******* all over her
turning her navel in to
some sort of overflow ***-gutter
proceed to roll over
panting like an old dog in the sun
roll a cigarette whilst she
wipes us both down with some nearby
toilet roll and suggest
we watch something on her laptop
this time was different though
I pulled out and she lays there
and starts tugging me off
entirely unnecessarily
as though both of our lives
depended on it
and I'm glad she did
I started spraying hot **** everywhere
and I think to myself
"I'm painting the ******* walls!"
it was nothing short of sensational

You bought me cheaply at the store
you own me now i'm your copyright
insert your  words then insert more
i'm a notebook in which you'll write,

You took me home you broke me wide
you flutter my leaves now you break me more
to lie flat on your desk so pens will glide
across my pages it's what i am for.

will you rule you lines with a heavy hand
this ****** page lies waiting for your words
to run your pen over at your command
your forceful words, will they be heard?

I say,  '' You are too young to smoke''
he never answers, never lets on,
just pulls lighter from pocket, warm,
flicks his thumb, gets me hot.

While walking through the tress one day
I stopped and wondered of life before
How little and close everything was to the core
And how precious words were to the say

Now it's lies that prevail
Truth is buried down below
Dreams die, just as rivers flow
But perhaps the worst is the ones we lose along the trail

Yes, I find many lost souls
My discoveries let them live, how they should be: FREE
For the old cliché, even the blind see
While the ones who stay, search for the loopholes

In reality we're all just trying to buy time
The ones who can't, say life's not fair
The others, well they don't really care
And me, Well I just do anything to make me feel fine

She asked for my name;
It was too late for that,
she sunk into her sheets
as I took a ****,
a can of coke,
and walked out the door.

A wonderfully written prose,
Beautiful and elegant as a rose.
Lines as fine as sand that buries my toes,
Including all my worries and woes.

A love that would always be sweeter,
With a beautiful and amazing lover.
As I smile and write onto this paper,
Trying to put this masterpiece together.

My pen that moves gracefully,
Creating a piece that's written beautifully.
With lines and verses thought carefully,
For an angel whom I love unconditionally.

In fact it is without a doubt,
These are words I couldn't say by mouth.
Afraid things might suddenly go south,
But we all know to who this is all about.

It is for the daughter of Aphrodite,
Who is also the Goddess of Love and beauty.
Someone who possesses beauty with much intensity,
She is someone who can bring you to insanity.

I will be picking up my pen,
and I will write once again.
For now I'm not sure when,
but please wait until then.

As I will write about flattery,
words that are just flowery.
Creating a verse that's happy,
not about the feeling of misery.

A poet that felt a joyous feeling,
an emotion I put into writing.
I found my muse that was missing,
after years of blindly searching.

Inspired by the apple of my eye,
I let out a satisfied sigh.
It's a warm feeling I can't deny,
and I will never ask why.