Unfinished Happy #poems Breed like after like of opuss glory It's like our eyes shy away from darkness I guess that's why we shut them every night Our brightened faces over joyed at simple rhymes and all arrangements of alliteration Mona Lisa never smiled I've came to assume that opuss has become an escape for literary artist But an escape from what?

Addiction Ya I'm addicted And metaphors are my drugs Cliches get me sober Opuss is my dealer I'll take another hit of... =====================. "start composing"

Regretful They will pray off your dreams till your #life becomes a nightmare

They say be a man So I drank those words out of sober ness They say suck it up So did... And blew out the smoke They say deal with it So sin city dealt me in They say tough it out So I cut it and let it bled They say figure it out Don't ask for help Now I pop the pills They say I'm ill I say I'm being a man

We worship a book We worship a man A man who says love all Oh but not them We are told to never lose faith Yet hanging from the sacred tree he lost faith in his own father So tell me how is that so perfect? All those who me believe in me will be saved he says I think today we called that narcissism They pray everyday saying give us today our daily bread Then why are they starving Lead us not into temptation I guess I'll ignore the bong on the table Pastors say he's testing us Sorry but I dropped out Maybe we are looking to deep for a higher being Like our lives need a greater meaning Or Maybe we just fear death Like being forever left