When life overwhelms you -
truly, exhaustingly,
overwhelms your mind, body,
maybe even your heart -
there is only one thing you can do.
And the tears may be streaming,
and the blood could be bleeding,
and your body is aching,
and your heart might be pounding,
and you can't seem to see more than six
or seven inches in front of your face,
but as long as one foot
is in front of the other
and you chance
to take that fledgling step,
everything should end up alright.

And, more often than not,
if you hold on to the faith,
and leave your eyes up,
and remain hopeful,
and stay the course,
and frown at discouragement,
and keep your wits about you,
and focus on the ultimate goal,
it will.

When Life Overwhelms

When life overwhelms you -
truly, exhaustingly,
overwhelms your mind
and maybe even your heart -
there is only one thing you can do:
and the tears may be streaming,
and the blood could be bleeding,
and your body is aching,
and your heart may be pounding,
and you can't seem to see more than six
or seven inches in front of your face,
but as long as one foot
is in front of the other
and you take that fledgling step
everything should end up alright.
Shouldn't it?

bad grammar is sexy (unfortunately)

so if it isn't
little miss
fuck me & leave
and when it's convenient
ask me for grammatical help
as though
the seventeen years you've spent
in this country haven't been enough.

oh, and i despise your little troubles,
i'm aghast at your
glaring syntax issues
and i would rather
die then inherit the control
you wield over our
common language,
but it isn't that you
disgust, me, no;
i die silently because i find
every single error, from
the insignificant
to the absolutely inexcusable
terribly
and inexhaustibly
endearing.

you're the reason i drink

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Oh, this is the last poem that I will ever write to blame you for something.
If it hurts me just to think your name, it'll kill me if I sing.
So, if everything is mental, then it's my brain that's got to learn
how to shut off, commiserate no more, cease to feel, and cease to yearn.

I pour another glass, from a stranger's flask.
And culpable for it, I try to be -
but every time I see you,
your radiance still shines through,
and I know for a fact you're ruining me.

There comes a point in every life, when a decision must be made;
whether to go, whether to stay, whether to continue the charade.
For some, their hope of future love will keep them stumbling forth.
But if you've already found and lost it, what can life really be worth?

Your tights, they look so dreadful,
my opinion of your hair I'll never say.
But I swear I would remind you
of your beauty every day;
If you were mine,
if you were mine,
if you were mine,
if you were mine -
oh, this substance will remind me of that time.

Some people never realize what they have until it's gone.
I knew just what I had, my dear, and treasured you all along.
I think I'd like to forget you, forget your name, your weight on me -
which means I'll simply lie here frigid, comatose, yet lacking sleep.

I pour another glass from a stranger's flask,
as culpable for it as I can be.
But every time I see you,
your radiance still shines through,
and I know for a fact you're ruining me.
And every time I see you,
your beauty stuns me, yes it's true,
and I know for a fact you've ruined me.