When I once got mad over chores,
Swearing that she never did anything.
That if I was soft,
Weak,
Sensitive,
Flawed,
I would be loved.
You swore not.
But all I saw was her sitting on the couch drawing.
With my raw hatred and bitter anger,
I saw favoritism.
“If you talk back again, you’ll go to your dads!”
“If I do, I’ll just kill myself. Fine.”
“Then do it! Go ahead and kill yours...
It’s rumbling, rumbling, rumbling.
Getting ever so closer until a breath breaths on your neck.
Until you feel a breeze pull you up.
It’s towering mechanical build with a stomach that is clear as day, showing it’s victim and prey.
You are but a crumb.
And it, a towering doom, can suck you up....
Cold.
So cold between the love of these stars.
There’s an end between these specks.
These specks that fill my vision, blinding me with their light.
Light in this dark unlimitless end.
My hands grow numb, my freezing fingers falling dead.
No breath fogs up the sky.
For I am in the sky and no breath escapes my lips.
If I were turn my head, to witness this fragile love between fragile ...
I go on with my day, to prove myself.
This is a task I must complete.
But sometimes I slack, sometimes I forget.
It’s worse than before.
My head’s like cement, too heavy to life.
I tried for a bit. But now I’ll stay in the cement,
Crumbling in my bed.
There’s a task I must complete, but I can’t seem to remember.
But I sit up.
And after a while, I stand.
And I’ll stagger to the b...
She steps on the scale.
Just for extra precautions.
In case of extra measures.
When she wakes up,
When she sleeps.
In her dreams, there’s a woman or two.
Slender, with fat dripping down, her skin flapping, she’s a bird flying to the sun.
There’s a woman,
She is ever so large, plummeting down to her.
She wakes up, and doesn’t take a deep breath, she walks over to her scale.
It’s m...
I’m a good man.
Raised in the South until I drifted West like a tumbleweed.
Meeting Michelle was a moment that God must have arranged.
Meeting her friends must have been something the Devil planned.
Snickering because of my Southern drawl, my values, all the small things a lowly person would make humor of.
But I’m a good man.
So I’ll hold the door open for them, their eyes examini...
Together.
With my cigar, your cigarette.
We’ll smoke it out on the porch, the concrete darkened with the cold pitterpattering of the rain.
It’ll fall on my head, my hair sticking to my head as it becomes drenched, then yours will too.
We’ll smoke all our problems away.
When I’m missing my lighter, we’ll crush the drugs and scrape it into a line and snort it up.
I’ll see the world, and you...
“Take my hand.”
“No way..”
“I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m trying to save your life!”
His extended hand waited until pulling away.
Getting up from his knees, he stared into her worried eyes.
“You’re going to say no until the very end, won’t you?”
She nervously nods before looking down at her fidgeting hands.
Her nails burying into her palm, leaving cresent prints all over the skin....
I’m sorry Father.
I am, father.
For my father, I will ignore.
For his Father, I will sweat.
And as a bead of sweat rolls down my head.
I’ll look down.
Perhaps up.
I will sweat into the pool of Holiness.
My reflection staring back at me.
Hands interrupting our contact as they splash water into my face.
My eyes closed shut,
My mouth gaping for air,
My mother frowning.
I’m f...
Crocodile tears trickling down.
Take a knife, stab my heart,
Nothing bleeding out.
I’ll take a step closer and crouch.
Not to wipe your tears, but to sneer.
For I don’t care, nor know about how to care.
My crocodile emotions, deep in the murky water.
I would snicker at a poster on a board.
I’d see the crocodile thread away,
Real tears returning back to waves.
Your crocodile tears c...