Road Trip trip!

While your moment of love
Seems to be sent from above
How can you tell
If it was sent from Hell
Like things of the past
Good things only last so long
And in a blink of an eye
Those moments are long gone.

Roses are Red.....Failure!

Roses are red
Violets are blue
My wish on the stars
is to be with you.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I know one thing for sure
and that is I miss you.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
today I've realized
I can't be without you.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
When I look at your face
I'm reminded of poo. <-------that one is mean, I know...but who said they ALL had to be romantically cheesy, eh?

Anticipate

Time goes so slowly
Making its way
Patiently
There is no rush for it
me, however
I am impatient
Waiting has no purpose
Why can't it just come ALREADY!
Every second seems like an hour
Every tick seems to resound for eternity
...The End!

Cancer

Like a weed; a parasite
eating inside out
working its way to the inner core
Germinating, reproducing
Pain would be a mercy
This is not pain
Torturous, harrowing, insufferable
Death cannot come fast enough

Again I Must Ask...

Is it truly better to have loved and lost rather than to not have loved at all? What kind of happiness can ever justify the crippling pain that follows a lost love? Pain that absolutely and entirely eclipses light making a bright sky into the darkest of nights. How can one reconcile with an eternity of a possiblity lost before it ever started? Tell me the rationalization of this heartbreak for I do not understand. It is a hard thing to be filled with a hope when its obvious fate is to be shattered

Dedicated to the love that never was and never shall be.

Oh, Beloved Arm!

There once was a camel named Arm
Who always jumped up in alarm
One day she went crazy
Because she's so lazy
And then she was sent to a farm.

A Rose Has Its Thorns

The nagging voice of heartache
Is it truly better to have loved and lost
than to not have loved at all?
Twisted and snarled are the thoughts in my mind
Confusion is stirring within my soul
how can one's heart give so much and yet
get so little in return?
I am but a shadow to him
I exist but I am too minor to take note of
What shall I do?
What can I do to change your mind?
Nothing
nothing
nothing is what I'll do
and nothing is what I'll become.