Back To Death

Nails falling
hammers in the attic
pictures floating
speakers screaming static
sky filling orange
while the ocean spits green
clouds glowing sunlight
while Ice gives off steam.
When time ticks backwards
And the current pulls the moon
the ground will break liquid
while the sand glasses smooth.
And your heart will move your muscles
while your brain sits on your sleeve
over thinking over sinking
with a t-shirt to mislead.
Photos of frames
recipes for names
burning rain
And white water stains...
...cleanse.

Pushing

Did you see them fall off walls?
or off your crying eyes?
the things you thought so strong
smashing from the skies.
Like sun filling into blue
and a grey beast ahead.
battling with elements
and the words that once were said.
And the staring had ceased
and the days are all the same.
The smiles come on their own.
Without a reason, without a name.
And happiness is told by us
to us, that it's there.
Confirmed by steps down the hallway
and the ever-cold blank stare.
Resting chins on foreheads
not knowing where to go next
knowing that not knowing
is the key to pass the test.
Fingers in fingers and eyes ignoring eyes
we struggle to remember how to knot those tightened ties.
So with hands in hearts and hearts in frozen ice chests
we walk on to the place where we don't see whats next
Like a mirage at age 15.
We know we'll still be thirsty when we get there.