Cause we all need a
little humor in our lives:

Cheetos and coffee
can't let these assignments stop me
cause it's a hard knock life
being a student tryin' to get it right
protestin' those late nights
and drownin' in the red bull,
give me wings
& prepare my *** for finer things

sorry for my cutting presence
a darkened cloud of piercing shards
for these words stand to make a mark
I fight for girls and boys of a crimsoned heart
a mischievous rising that shakes and splinters
that comes down upon all of our calloused contenders
self proclaimed nights of armor
to which they could not stand any more wrong
oh how they pull and tug, weeding, deceiting us along
an enamored kiss that shined rose
cloaking all forehadowed, creeping woes
glittering flames that sparkled with lust
a now blistering conscious and presence of regretful musk
raise those silvery swords
because today crimsoned boys and girls
we enter a battle of heart forsaken war

I hope you feel like an *******
You salty *******
This tangled web of pain and deceit
to which you have stitched
A faltering rock so inept
For all of those emotions
or lack there of that you kept
Kept buried away
Or maybe dimensioned
Pain and deceit
to with you can never replenish
Remove your icy insidious hand
Cause you are just another *******
To which I can not stand

I think I'll lay here
protesting to be broken
next to the lies you used
to cut my heart wide open
a faltered spirit
a hollow shell
I sink down deep
submerged in this lonely hell
ignited with heat
the ashes crumble
with soft sorrows of protest
so lifelessly humble

to write a poem about you
the fleeting, unknown presence of you
a seeming hippie in flight
dislocated to these locked lands of 'might'
i might, i may
you are a presence of try and some day
a enforcer of push
and hitter of that beautiful, blossoming kush
you will bleed from these layered grasses of country sorrow
off to a greater and better tomorrow
rooted in a new proclaimed essence of you
those lands will wash and embed your coded hands of can do