I find more and more that the simple things make me smile.
The things that make life make sense.
I keep a list beside my bed.
It makes me smile to know
The sun will rise every day,
Though there is dark, there is light,
Sugar will make my coffee sweet
And two plus two will always equal four.
I smile knowing
That music will never die,
Nor will hope,
And that even death,
Can't **** an idea.
I smile at the simple things,
For they are the most beautiful.

Family?
You don't know the meaning of the word.
It's not about drunken mistakes,
Arguments that last for days,
Abuse that lasts for years,
Or scars that last a life time.
Blood doesn't make a family,
Because the blood between us
Runs thinner than water.
Family means love,
But that's never been in your hearts.
You're my worst nightmare,
But maybe that's just family.

It been days
Since I've slipped into blissful sleep.
I'm running on fumes
Of nothing but caffeine.
My bed mocks me
And my pillows call my name.
The only relief I have,
Is a cigarette or two
At 3 a.m.
My hands shake
And so do my legs
As I tell everyone I'm okay.
"You need sleep"
They urge.
But this is the life
Of an insomniac.

Your interest is piqued
By we the people,
The prosperous poor.
Pacified by things
As simple as passion,
We push,
Pull,
And punch
Our way to the peak.
You're puzzled
By our paedarchy
Where the puerile rule
For they are the prudent.
We are the prosperous poor,
The pauperized children,
Packing our hearts
With dreams of progress
And thoughts of prodigies.
Poor by birth,
Prosperous by personality,
We are the prosperous poor.
We, the children of poverty
Who have been pure only in heart
Will proceed
To prove that the poor
Are prosperous at heart.
The prosperous poor
Are only prosperous
Because they have felt the pain
Of the poor.

I'm lost,
I don't know what to do.
I've got this hammer in my hand
But I'm pounding on a *****.
I've gone too far
There's no turning back.
Even the fundamentals,
I lack.
My head's spinning,
And my tears begin to flow
But through all of this
I'm grinning
Why?
I don't know.
Smart's gone crazy
I don't know if I'm asleep or awake
What once was clear is hazy
And I don't know if I'll live.

If your car could talk,
It would speak of shirtless days
And pantless nights.
It would wince,
Remembering our voices,
Out of key and raised on high
Singing to every song we know.
If your car could talk,
It would cry
Thinking about when
We broke its little window
With a tow truck hook.
It would seethe
Remembering how we dismembered it,
Trying to start it without a key.
If your car could talk,
It would tell the world
Of our long drives
To destinations we never reached,
And our need to kiss
At every stop sign and red light.
Oh, dear,
If your car could talk,
It would tell on us.

i.
I may not have noticed you the first time,
Or the second.
But when I did,
That smile hit me like a freight train.

ii.
When you first pulled up,
In that grey suit of yours,
With that little pink tie
And you kissed me slow and soft
I knew you weren't a mistake.

iii.
I gave you all I had,
Everything,
Without a single regret.

iv.
That night you lost your keys,
And we got stuck at the reservoir
In the middle of the night
I pretended to be mad.
But that was the night
I knew I loved you.

v.
I wrote about you a lot.
I always wanted to show you,
But I was too scared.
I still have the poems,
In an envelope somewhere.

vi.
The night you said I love you,
I almost cried for joy.
I really did cry
When you said it again.

P.S.* These are all for you. There has been no one since, and no one before you either.