Bad apple,
come spoil my bunch.
I've got a hunch
that you're a little sweet
and sour.
Cold's the wind,
and late's the hour.
Let's soften together.

Praise be punctuation
At the end of sentences
At least you could do
Something
To give us a break
Would be so kind
If you wouldn’t mind
Split up a series
To parse makes us weary
Appositives pop
Exclamations fly
In the face of
The moon
There’s one good eye
Lash
Us with parentheses
Make a bludgeon
Of the question
Of intended meaning
Must we wonder
How rhythm suffers

Praise be, punctuation!
At the end of sentences,
At least, you could do
Something.
To give us a break,
Would be so kind.
If you wouldn’t mind,
Split up a series.
To parse, makes us weary.
Appositives pop.
Exclamations fly!
In the face of
The moon,
There’s one good eye.
Lash
Us with parentheses!
Make a bludgeon
Of the question.
Of intended meaning,
Must we wonder?
How rhythm suffers!

don't hold yourself that way
to keep this pain at bay
for as they always say
"its okay to not be okay"
just remember to hide it away
and make pretend, you'll play
then paint away the gray
hide in a hidden ashtray
just to make it through today
so remember, its okay to not be okay
that's what they always say
so long as it's not actually that way

I read a book
filled to the brim
with love between lovers
about how she saw him

he held her hand
and rubbed her back
then kissed her forehead
so gently
so sweetly

and i realized
no one will do that with me
willingly

i have too much acne

As youth is wasted
on the young..

Reminiscence
is wasted on the middle aged..

Regret is testiment to
a misspent youth..

Regret is also testiment
to an unfulfilled life..

If every mistake of yesteryear
was etched in flesh
with ink..

I'd have a full body suit

A one that I'd wear proud