Head games from a dead brain
It's sole goal, it seems, is to drive itself insane
My memory gets fuzzy
And when I get nervous or forget something my nerves get all buzzy

Head games that I'm losing against myself
You'd think I'd ***** myself to science to achieve wealth
But if a frontal lobe can't be relied on, then can a medical professional?
It ***** because though I try to work around my own problems, my brain puts the bullet in my legs

Sweet And sugary
tantalizing and tempting
I know I shouldn't eat it
but I can't resist

Licking and tasting
every sugary drop
I know it's bad for me
but I just can't stop

the forbidden is sweetest
when experienced with another
This is some great sorbet
what, you thought I was writing about something
other than sweets?

Maybe someday I could breathe
Maybe someday I could see
Maybe someday I could feel
Maybe someday I could heal
Maybe someday I might wake up
Maybe that day I might just learn
Maybe I'll know why the sky was blue
Or maybe I'll know why I loved you

When I marry the girl I love
Never will we feel bored or weary
Every day would be a roller coaster
Or a swim in the vast blue water

When I marry the girl I love
Always we’ll there be kisses and cuddles so sweet
We’ll travel and venture and never be sad
We’d be something the world has never had

When I marry the girl I love
We’ll show off our smiles and laughs
Not one day would pass that could be called ordinary
For we’ll be living our life together 'till infinity

AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAGAHAGAHAHAHAHAHAHA

FINALLY THE WORLD IS MINE
IVE BEATEN ALL RESISTANCE INCLUDING DIVINE
SO FINALLY I CAN TAKE THIS EARTH SO PRIMITIVE
AND SHAPE IT THE WAY I SEE FIT

I'LL TAKE THE EIFFEL TOWER AND REMAKE IT AS A ROCKET
I'LL TAKE THE SOUTHWEST AND SINK IT SO THE SOIL CAN SOFTEN
THE WORLD NOW BOWS BEFORE MY BOOTED HEEL
SO I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT HOW YOU FEEL

I'LL DEMAND THAT THE POETS CORNER USERS COMMENT CONSTANTLY
WHETHER THE PIECE IS GOOD OR BAD CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS WELCOME YOU SEE
I'D VAPORIZE RUSH LIMBAUGH, I'D CRUSH BILL O'REILLY'S SPINE..

at least.. that's what I'd say If the world was mine

As many times as she said she loved him more, he would only laugh. This wasn't just an ordinary laugh, this wasn't out of amusement but out of some form of love. A lovely laugh we could call it, for a lovely being. And until they grew older, they continued to laugh as if the end of the world was coming. They had no control over time and knew they would someday leave this place. Such a dark dark fate lit up only by their smiles.

I could go back
to every smile

I could go back
to every laugh

I could go back
to every touch

I could go back
to every look

But I don't wanna go there anymore.

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

Cupid you mischievous little cherub with wings
flying around shooting arrows so that mortals feel loves sting.
You've ******* me over, because before we met I was aces
I had friends, vibrancy, and no one occupied my minds spaces.
But then we met and you shot that **** arrow
then my life fell far from straight and narrow.
You led me to heartbreak, pain, oh wait I'm mistaken
you did me worse with your accursed arrows that keep mortals shaken

Call me a heartless cynic. call me what you may
but cupids been ******* me over since the very first day,
Now I'm horribly lonely, yeah I'll admit I've made mistakes,
trusted the wrong people, looked for companionship in the wrong places
But you've either gone blind, or senile or twisted around the bend
because your inaccuracy and messed up shots never seem to end.

so I wrote this letter, Cupid, just to say.
***** you you diaper wearing *****. now that that's done I can be on my way