Like the clouds that hang lower

I feel the weight of water.

Like the grass that reaches higher,

I feel the need for thirst.

Like the ants that cover the pavement,

I feel frantic for survival.

And like the heart...

...never mind.

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.

I See You

Turned around and facing away.
I see your hair and feel okay.
Until you turn and face me straight.
And I realize you're still in the grave.
Commonplace and strange alike.
I see your profile in the bright sunlight.
No mistake, I see you true.
Not like at night, when shadows lie to you.
But my eyes they do, and my heart lies too.
Wishing the illusion to be true.
No longer in dreams, to real to fake.
I wish you were still here,
Still here for my sake.

29

Everything I said I was,

turned into slow decay.

Myself on the table,

no more lies inside,

I thought it all would be okay.

No longer in power, pushed whichever way wished.

There is nothing in this life now, that I have missed.

I slowly started moving closer,

smiling more and more.

Until one day you stopped and questioned,

While my bags still lay next to the door.

My friends turned into open season,

Me for you and them for your miss reason.

My ears, they bleed, while I sit quietly.

Begging for the rainy season.

And so I don't fight back, I have nothing left to say.

Because everything I did, didn't matter anyway.

I have nothing left to lose, little left to gain.

"There's nothing left, but the rest of each day."

I've thought about writing, but to me that's speaking my mind.

I've promised not to do that, cause that's where trouble I find.

But this is not a cry, a plea for a need.

This is a just an annotation, for me, just once, to feed.

The hunger for sanity, I've come so close to lose.

Misplace, ignore, and maybe even abuse.

So fix your enemies, I'll keep my own.

I'm not mad, sad, or feeling alone.

Just quiet, complacent, and more or less,

Becoming well known.

Never Mind

Nothing's moving

nothings changing.

nothings losing.

nothings gaining.

stuck on the outside

waiting for the in.

freezing in the down slide.

refusing to begin.

missing nothing,

but energy for angst.

never mind,

Push

I remember thinking things with no end

I remember writing things not to send

things of temperature

good intentions, and frost.

things that even I would look at

and say "that's fucking boss"

but lately there's a block

a road with no cement

pushing backwards, pushing down.

shining like a car dent.

yesterday I threw away,

like a bag of empty cans.

seeping into liver

this proud day after is mans

worst intentions get thrown to the side

as forgotten inventions circulate with pride

the telephone, the news paper, the light bulb and the lock.

hang it up, throw it away, burn it out with a drop.

Of atmosphere from fire

and a breath filled with fear

as feeling creeps away

as you open your final beer.

Drink half, set it down.

you've had to much,

your ears hear every sound.

piercing like reminders

of times that finders

meant keepers.