I didn't go to my high school prom
I figured I'd confess that before my coffin goes across the pond
Why?  Well ill give you the 5 main reasons
The first being I didn't have anywhere near enough money to pay for everything during the season
The tuxedo, limo and tickets would've made my wallet scream TREASON

the second reason I didn't go to the star studded gatsby themed soiree
Was because I didn't ask anyone, and no one to me did the same
The third reason is exactly the same as the first
And it would be redundant to explain it in another verse

The final reason I didn't go is because to be quite frank I'm no good whatsoever at parties
And I didn't know half the people there oddly
Enough but this isn't rough to me
I'm glad I didn't go, yes seriously.

I saw a sign that said,
I spent all my money on scotch, women and guitars. The rest  I just wasted
My life will probably be the same way
Except knowing my luck I'll **** around and have the strings misplaced

Men never really grow up our toys just get more expensive
As a guy I can attest to this
I went from being content with action figures Legos and my N64
To guitars cars and rollerblading on the Riverwalk under the bridges

It's funny how that happens
How materialism changes how we see the world
But pursuing all the finer things
Wanting champagne wishes and caviar dreams
Makes you forget the madness that truly comprises the earth

I'm in my bed,
And its 2am.
Once again
I'm awake.
How many nights
Must I see new day?
This is slowly killing me.
I don't know,
What should I do?
The thought
Of blades,
And pills,
And endless sleep.
Haunts my weary eyes.
How much longer
Can I survive?
I don't want to die
Or life this life.
I just want to feel free,
I just want to feel.
Something that's not...
Nothing...
I want to swallow,
Every pill I see.
And use my blade,
In my draw,
To let blood spill.

All of the thoughts are true.
Nothing is made up.
This is what I think at night!
And it scares me all the time!
I need help.
But I'm scarred to get it.
I just feel so lost.
With a sign telling me where to go right in my face.
But I just can't read it...

Too many ideas
Not enough pages for me,
You see my head is clogged like
A beat up old rusty pipe
My mind can't focus on one idea long enough
To polish and refine it like a diamond in the rough

It's tough to be a poet, you see
The peaks are as high as mount  Everest
And the valleys lower than the dead sea
So your head and heart will never rest

The highlights of my
Life,
My generation
And the love of my mediation
Is only a glimpse
Of preparation
Of the future that
Lies within the back of
My mind at night.
The inflammation of my
Heart
That stops to my toes.
It leaves my neck and up
Half dead, and half froze.
The highlights of my life,
Is the temptation to my fantasies.
The highlights,
The gleams and
Beams.
The highlights of my life
Isn’t just what it seems.

-Marci H.

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

Every feel like you're stuck but it doesn't seem like you're in a rut
like you're comfortable but your head constantly zones out
it's weird trying to describe what occurs in my mind

I can be absentminded but I tend to find it's where my favorite writings come from, when my head is in that liquid void so stock up on daydreams like a loaded gun

A ****,

I'm a ****, not the kind that you smoke
Although honestly now I wouldn't mind a ****.
I grow around other plants, some mature some in bloom,
And I grow sapping precious resources
And bringing nothing but gloom

Now you may say, "Nero! You write and play guitar! Surely self love can't be removed from you that far!
Well if you're like me, blessed early on with the ability to read,
And a young but bright intellect that made my eyes bleed
It's not surprising after years of pressure and high standards
And demands now matter how i tried I couldn't meet
It's hard not to see why, I think of myself as a ****