Good-morning worldlings...poetry for breakfast!


~Thoughts again~

Cancer..
What won't give me cancer?
not even love.
not even you.
not even the air I breathe,
it's all gone to shit.
I realize that now,
I've got a tumor the size of my heart,
Isn't that ironic?
Endless amounts of cancer
but I'll still have that cigarette.



~Black~

All your goodness has gone to waste,
has gone to waste.
All your goodness has gone to waste,
has gone to waste
because of one mistake.
All your goodness has gone to waste,
has gone to waste.
All your goodness has gone to waste,
because of one fatal mistake.



~FYA~

The only thing that isn't falling apart
isn't my knee,
it's my heart.
With everyone I meet
my heart goes with them
and passes onto those they meet.
Where I cannot go,
I go with them;
forever traveling the world,
while remaining here
in physical pain
but emotional joy,.
My heart will travel worlds,
will live with everyone,
all while resting in my
new-found wisdom.