I want to live somewhere
that wreaks of history.

Smile.*

Not the stupid
plastic killer clown crap.
Smile like you've just married
the love of your life.

I remember the feeling
of your hand on my back.

Soft and warm, yet supportive and tender.
Your face burst into a vibrant smile.

Seeing yours, mine lit up like the night sky.
I swear you could see it from *space.

When will the walls tumble
and the cookies crumble?

My eyes scan your horizon
hoping that maybe
you'll stare right back.

Help!**
I've fallen for you and
I can't get up!

We all spin around on the same track of life
like a record,
but if you were to venture off,
you might find that you could play your tune elsewhere.

I'm sorry I don't see
the pain in your eyes but
I'm sure you see it in *mine.

I think we all are rivers.
We need a direction
in which we can flow freely.

Why yes,
I do have the audacity
to say controversial things.

Sir,
please tell me
why you've grown so bitter.
Is it something I've said?
Did you skip your morning bread?

Sir,
I implore you to tell me
why you've grown so sad
because, well...
you still are my favorite lad.

Lay me on the pile of bodies
then incinerate me like the rest.

I reached to turn on the lamp
and found you instead.
How surprising that you came!
I thought that you had a conference.
The back of his hand brushed my cheek.
Taken aback by the chill, I noticed his
hazy silhouette when he got into bed.
He started kissing me all over when I screamed,
"WHO ARE YOU?!?"
He answered...

*"Your boss."

If we have crossed paths before
I hope you be inclined
to meet somewhere again someday
with our history outlined.

You are not a demon nor a monster
but sometimes my mind thinks you so.

I am I the monster
or is society?

**I'm confused.

Going back to the stress
and every single mess
that I have created in my life.

I can't resist you.
You are the cookie
in the window of a sweet shop.
No matter how much money
you cost, I am buying
everything you offer.

Some call it eating too much.
I call it **filling the void.

In this precious month of May
will you go or will you **stay?

Your lips linger on my cheek for just a
little
       longer

until you whispered,

"Please, let us not haste
for this time with each other
is a terrible thing to waste."

His smooth, velvety lips touched mine
and in an instant,
my brain erupted into a chemical storm
which devoured my body, mind and soul.

I cherished that day.
Never have we carped so much diem.

Eyes caked with exhaustion,
crusted with insomnia,
devoid of all curiosity.
Life has stolen them
away from you.
Fight back.
**Claim what's yours.

I despise the phrase,

*"Speak American."

The rain tapping on the roof
reminds me of every tear
that I have shed for somebody
that I *shouldn't have cried for.

I wish I knew
which foods are truly
good for me.

Have one bite.
No, maybe two or three
and let food tonight
be your only company.