theSasquatcheye

“Hey, you want one?” “Yeah, you got a light?” “Sure.” He held the pack out to me and I reached my hand up to gently pull out the long, slender cigarette. Just holding it made me happier. His lighter was lost in one of his bottomless pockets so as he fumbles looking for it, I examined the source of my joy. There is nothing really that great about a cigarette other than the way the smoke fills your lungs and burns your throat and nostrils giving you an amazing euphoria. But the look of them, it really isn’t all that special. What made this so appealing to me before I ever knew what it felt like? “Ah,

You hurt me And for the millions of others who never had the chance to say it You hurt them You support the murder You support the pain You alone allow this holocaust You alone are the New Nazi You have the "right" to choose They never did And because of people like you They never will You are killing them You are killing me

I was here But now Im gone I left this poem to carry on Those who knew me knew me well Those who didnt Go to hell

We sat in your attic and sang sing-a-longs We stayed up all night and talked with our tongues We both loved each other the want, it was mutual and that night We were Happy We layed on my couch building atoms and gadgets We eventually seemed of course to get distracted We cared for each other and couldnt stop until we had more We egged each other on daring one then the other We both wanted a taste we wanted to discover How to be Happy Now its called sinning now its a crime Crazy people are shouting crazy lies despreately trying to cover the shamed eyes and rebuild their hurt pride Perfect is as perfect does trying to reach that point and since

Confused and alone Nowhere to call a real home Only cause shame and disgrace Only bad images conjured upon seeing the face Unused and unloved Only getting to tomorrow by a push and a shove Only ever given a tainted view of love Only empty bones Feeling the cold and feeling alone Tears are the only friends found The only ones that keep coming around

Confused and alone Nowhere to call a real home Only cause shame and disgrace Only bad images conjured upon seeing the face Unused and unloved Only getting to tomorrow by a push and a shove Only ever given a tainted view of love What to do now Where to go Meaningless days Unbearable nights Only filled with the cold and filled with fright Tears are the only friends found The only ones that keep coming around

Shortness of breath, running low on wit; the color on my cheeks barely showing my embarrassment. How I would love for you to see me this way, instead of deciphering cunning words, to figure out what I mean and what I say- We're only tricking the minds and pretending to play jokes on the hearts. How can you keep composure when I can barely keep from coming apart? Working to please and failing at best, it's hard when no one else tries my intellect. Now I'm thinking of riddles, coming up with rhymes, trying to figure out how to slow down time. I wished for time to stop, for us to have all the time in the world. Regrettably, that wish did come tr