Bar stools shuffle
With the 80's music blaring.
The mans eyes peer
To the hall of fame infront of him, He prays that his skin could glisten
Like the bottles
That absorve the laughter in the bar.
However this man can find the laughter Rven through the cut on his hand
Laughter couldn't find a way in.
The doesn't remember
Where it came from
The only thing he knows
Is that it stings whenever he mentions
The photo in his wallet.
Bartender notices the yellow eyes
Lost in the memories
Under each bottle cap that is sealed under glass,
And shipped off
To float to some island
That is clear across his brain.

"Can I help you sir?"
"Another drink"

Come with me
On a quest to the end
Of this chapter of my book.
Each page is ripped and wrinkled
Because sadness
Doesn't come with tissues.

The issues
Swirl around
In this snow storm.
You can hear it
When you're hair is my mouth
And your head
Lays on my heartbeat.
Can you feel it through the tissue?
My bones pop like fireworks
Dancing under the hope
That filled my lungs.
Hope couldn't float
On the ice crystals
That left this barricade
As I trek
Through this snow storm,

I wish this coffin
Would have room for one more
No not one more person,
Just the memories
That peer around
Every dream I am tortured with.

You see,
My mind is trying to find out
Why I took the plunge
And let you use my notes
On the test
On how to break my heart.

My eyes are dressed
In a nightmare black
So no one can see through them.
No one can see what you could.
The blinds are shut
And nobody is home
As I keep creaking around
This snow storm.

Dear Walmart Girl,

I apologize for not having the guts
To say  hello to you
Like the hollow bamboo men
Who grow on you passing by each day,
Acting like you don't deserve the time of day
Ashamed of shopping at a Walmart.

But there I was,
Staring at you
Trying to find the words
To tell you are the most beautiful woman I've even seen
Through the sea of these bamboo people.
Your eyes of green shot through my stormy mind
And found a temporary paradise.
A place where
Even though a tiara isnt apart of the dress code for Walmart,
I would treat you like a princess.
And when my heart fades away,
The diamonds from my heart
Will escape from the coal
Called my ex's that never went to Walmart.

I apologize for staring at my black shoelaces,
I guess I was tied to the fact
That a women like you didnt exist.
But all I said was thank you
As I turned to the exit,
Recipt in one hand
And defeat in the other.
I couldn't come up with a pick up line
Or drop a complement.
All of the worlds
Were lost in the woods
Of the transaction.

Whats worse
Saying hello the last time
Or introducing myself

Eyes glued
To the unknown parts
Of the ground
Not knowing
That you would be the reason
I write poetry.
The reason
I cant go back to sleep
In the early hours
Or the reason I fall in the woods
And no one
Hears my screams
But only in your dreams
Is where you will find them.

There they are.
Slowly drinking diet coke
Until It dies.
Way to play your part
On making me a better person,
I just wished
You could of taken it eaiser
On the low blows
And the jabs you took
Which gave my heart
3rd degree burns
Which were scrapped
On the closed roads
Of my weaknesses.

Can you please talk quieter?
I'm still trying
To find the reasons
Why I took that pill
To follow your rabbit self
Into the swiss chess
Called your logic.

Now I sit here thinking
What felt better
Saying goodbye
The first time
Or saying good riddance
The last time.

Freedom isnt free
Unless you're blood is clean.
Royal families trot over starving prisoners
Of people trying to have a better life,

 "This is America!"
Their hums fall over bums in Hollywood,
Look at them.
Fake as Hollywood watches on stands.
As the homeless attempts to scream out reality
To kids who wear their beats on.
They been liking this song
By the auto tunes
And really like the lyics
Written by someone.

"Lets not talk about that"
They chant this over their GMO's
And their MSG's splattered over fine china.
Pouting over becky's text
While the family puts on their mask
Of giving a ****.

What im trying to preach
Is that we are glued to ourselves
So we can ignore
The sticky situations around us

My book is running out of chapters,
So I keep going back
To the chapter
Where my last goodbyes were said to my childhood.

People say things seem to change
Yet the addresses
Of were your tombstone lives on stays the same.
Your house is draped over the clouds
That hover over the playgrounds.

They say it's cloudy
With a chance of the murky addiction
Crawling up your arm
Like the pin needles you used
To sew up my favorite blanket.

Now my blanket is in purgatory
After I saw you bleeding out on the couch
Wondering where did she go.
The chapters in my book
Doesn't recognize the mother
Who flirts with suicide on her gravestone,
Yet she kisses my wounds
And hold me tightly through stormy nights.

My childhood walked into the room
Witnessing the crime of saving her life
By wrapping this familiar stranger's ****** arms up.

"Where is she?"
"Where is my momma?"
I whipe the tears'
" Momma doesnt live here anymore."

As I see you
Laying next to me
As the ghost
That never seemed to fade
Away from the
Destroyed shine of you
In my ajar mind
I was spooked
Like a child
I ran away
From what you spoke of,
Words I thought
You would never produce
Out of your vocabulary
I remeber words
Tripping out of your mouth
And into the treadmill
Of my mind.
Still running
Cutting deep,

Packing my bags
Was the hardest part
Of living with you.
Not the scratch marks
Left on my cage
It was the idea
That no matter how many bags I packed
I couldnt slow down those words.

You see,
You are my past.
Standing as the brick wall
In my future.
No matter how black and white I am,
You, my past
Will find the murky gray spots
On the crack of my skull
And keep running on this treadmill