Turn the Page Damn It

Each chapter a different name
Birth
Youth
Life
Love
Money
Anger
Fear
Sorrow
Joy
Pain
Death
Variations of the same

The real question is
Will we embrace the chapter before us
Or try to skip ahead
Life unlived
Is life unappreciated
Is it a gift or a burden
It is all open for interpretation
Just don't forget to dog ear the best

A page looked back on can change the view
Of the present taste, like
A weeping heap of disaster
Be not broken or undone
Your book will be written
As best as it can
As long as you are willing to see
In between the lines of your own living
Love

Wishing to Be...

I miss it- being high
Off life, lust, and youth
Like when I was 21
And falling in love

Friends would finally hit bed
Right around two
But my sweet and I
Would sneak quietly out
Walking and talking for miles
Finding random places
To perch, laugh, dance,
And make out
Star gazing and being
Generally existential
Tip toing in
With the start of the sun
Only to start anew
Fresh at nine

As if no one knew
High and gleaming
With the confidence of
Life, lust, and youth

I don't

I don't.
I don't.
I know I don't.
It's so much easier if I don't.
That little curiosity.
I do not like it,
No I don't.
Guilt protrudes
And it could ruin.
Need not over think.
For I know I don't.
But I think I could.
That's the thing.
But I know.
I know I don't.

Just Another Day

Rage
Pain
Twist
Inside
Out

Doubt
Full
Turn
Empty
Unknown

Broken
Tear
Drops
Pour
Down

Smile
Laugh
Stress
Hysterics
Lost

That
Is
How
It
Goes

Muy Loco

You tell me I'm crazy
I know that I'm crazy
You may think that I'm crazy
But it's only for you
That I'm cray-zy

I know I can be kooky
And it's true that I'm silly
I know I am sensitive
And often defensive
But when you tell me I'm Loco
It's important that you know
I'm only so loco
When it comes to you

You tell me I'm crazy
I know that I'm crazy
You may think that I'm crazy
But it's only for you
Dear
That I'm so cray-zy