I can see the glint of your new car
the banging of speakers from afar
But why are you throwing a fist to this new guy? You're so good at making people cry

Gold grillz, so chic, full of style!
Don't trip me with your Gucci shoes
This isn't a game where I have to lose

Turnnnn up! ***** and *****
What a cool party! Popping pills
Rainbows and unicorns in the sky
My my, looks fun but sorry
you're out of your mind

Ohhh, new acrylic nails?
So how many minions
tagging on that tail?
Okay, that's it.
I'm taking my ship for a sail
Because this land's no longer a fairytale

Yo mama so... what?
I'm so not good in rhymin'
not even rappin'
**** man, nobody even see me rollin'
But I'm watchin' and ohhh,
I already see it comin'

Drama queens and jocks
taking the shiny floor
I can't stand this scene anymore
Looks like an asylum, finding a cure

But hey! Let's go grab some
drinks and a popcorn
To remind you, we're not going
to watch some piece of ****
Just sit back and relax ma homie
This ain't a sad movie
but all we need to do is mourn

The way his leather boots
stomp the ground
Swaying his black jacket,
Jumping while singing
in a bolt of lightning
making heads spinning around

Most girls love...
How his sweat sparkles in the light
His face, so flawless and bright
the way he winks makes all of them scream
wanting him more in their dreams

When he plucks his strings,
The world rocks
that's what he always bring

It's a high ceiling where
she loves doing her thing
Breathing deeply,
stroking the bow on the strings forming a beautiful reverberation while closing her eyes
The untied hair goes with the beat
This stadium's starting to heat

He stood in the hallway with a smile
Leaning on the white wall
waiting for her to pass by
This is too real, looking dumbfounded talking to a tight-jean-kind of guy

The one from school
which you'll find cool
standing in this hall
making every gals drool

Looking at each other's eyes,
melody and harmony
starting to collide,
not leaving each other's side
Creating a perfect balance of tune for the rest of their lives

-A

10/03/14

so I brought my writer wife
(prominently pregnant)
to the hospital
and on her bed, she screamed:
"weren't" "hasn't" "couldn't" "shan't"
"aint" "hadn't" "you're" "isn't"
"aren't" "didn't" "wasn't"
"who's?" "what's?" "he's" "she's"

The doctors were confounded
and they turned to me and they said:
"What the hell is she doing?"

And I replied with double speed
and a violent sense of urgency:
*"Don't you know?
She's having contractions -
she's a writer"

I'm really sorry I can't hold on to you. I regret every time I don't huge you tight enough or say the right things. I've lost something.
I think it was the ability to feel. I look at all this joy, all the pain, and my chest hurts when I laugh or I can feel the warm wells of water form in the crevices of my eyes when I cry, but...it is brief.
I overthink everything, is this normal?
Though I swear that there was pure happiness. It was lasting and I lost it.
Please come back.

I can smell him on my sheets
      I can taste him in my dreams
             I can still feel every inch where he's touched me
I hear his laughter echoing in the walls
             I can still see him in all these pictures I saved for
           memories

But this bed is bare
My dream's a nightmare
       I can't hear
             His laughter
       He's not near
             Enough to touch
My eyes are blinded by tears
He's killed my senses,  
      I'm no longer aware

Everything around me,  slowly fading away
His face, his scent, his laughter,  his touch
Maybe I'll just pop a few pills and sleep away the day
At least he's in my nightmares, the pain of reality is too much

I FIND IT FUNNY HOW I THINK YOU WILL COME AROUND AND I CAN'T EXCEPT THE FACT YOU HAVE ******* ME OVER
EVERY TIME I THINK OF YOU I THINK OF ALL THE **** YOU SAID AND THE STUFF WE DID.
I REMEMBER THAT TIME YOU SEEMED LIKE A GOD AND NOW I KNOW YOU'RE MORE LIKE LUCIFER.
PLEASE GET OUT OF MY HEAD
I DON'T KNOW WHY I WANT YOU TO NEED ME LIKE HUMANITY NEEDS THE ATMOSPHERE.