Child

My heart is stuck on the minute hand.
My head trailing the second.
And everything else, swarming the hour.

Insides like frozen rocks covered in blood cells trying to understand. Between the cowboys and the octopi, ink and bullets ablaze, someone smiles. Someone smiles back. The water is still while the silence cuts in and none made of clock, creature or blood could deny what's to follow. She smiled because she knew pain.
He smiled because he'd known more.

Don't let em say you ain't beautiful,

they can all get fucked just stay true to you.

It's Hard to Remember to Live Before You Die.

Swollen thick, with nothing I can understand,
with nothing I can really plan.
And I don't want to know what comes next,
no I don't want to see.
I don't want to live before I pay my fee's,
so instead I found the trouble with the sky,
though still I can't map the issues of my life.
Heavy in the river, trying to float
and baby baby you aint no boat.
Away and such everything eventually goes,
and why pose the question if no one knows,
Why pose the question if everyone knows.
That's that, this is this,
the clock goes round while it tick tick ticks
and what im missing is what is going to be missed.
My chest is tight, and bursting will hurt.
To stitch me back up well that might be worse.
So keep that thread close,
casue you know i won't do it on my own.
You know how I get
when ive been feeling alone.

Skin Like Cracked Pavement

Trains coming Like a drunken girl pushing through the night. Smile, smile, smile. Stars and branches, bare feet and the cool dirt. I run, and rest. behind some old shed. It's coming. He finds me. It's here. It's loud like a lion in my head, and I know he's looking at me through the broken moonlight. And I know what he's thinking. We kiss, because I'm all he's ever wanted, we kiss and he doesnt know all im wanting is you. There, Feeling for you in the dark, I stood. I kissed. But you had already left. Long before when the lion's came and I held my own.
You were gone.

That was the last time I was comfortable kissing lips that don't belong to you. I don't think I will be again for a very long time. I hope that's ok.

Title: 28187

I have carried the same back pack nearly everyday for almost two years now. Only one person has asked me what was in it, I didn't know what to say. So, I told him magic.

I lied, I have no magic. I have pens, paper, money, condoms, and treasures. But no magic.

Not for you, not for anybody. I have no sense, no hold.

I don't control much, but that won't stop me from trying.

My boyfriend is Ray Charles, in a hat. Does that make sense?

Yes, it does.

As for a parent beating their child, well. That happens, and no good man in the sky will scoop you out of this world and make all the drowning faces leave you alone. The child is going to get beat, until he doesnt anymore. The earth will turn until it forgets how. And my heart will pump until the blood runs out of my body and floats away into the sky.

You can't stop it, I can't stop it either. And since every hero has a secret, and there are no such thing as heroes. Well, neither can they.

So all I can throw is what's left.

The sirens are screaming again while my heavy optics audience enough, as all the soundboard people rush through to find an in, an end, or a steady suplement. Words like smoke floating through the heads of all those unknown. Where Are you? No, Where am I. Where Am I, when all her holy hell's and demon's sell their shimmering smiles, and the distant distance between two hearts seems too far. My stomach is a coward, My head a stone, and my heart a balloon.