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Joey Zimmerman Dec 2010
It’s 11:57 on a Sunday night
Brunette hair
Sharing a bed with me
Where did it go
Hide and seek with time

Barely a second ago it was 11:56
Must’ve blinked
Time can skip
like
a
record
When you’re not paying attention
11:59
****, it’s almost tomorrow
A new day
And they say,
With each new day hope is restored

12:00
Yeah, no way
The sun will come up again
But everyone remembers yesterday
Hope isn’t restored
Everyone remembers my ****

I long for a time
12:00
On a Saturday
And nobody knows
Where I’m at
Joey Zimmerman Dec 2010
This is Christmas. Drowning in your small hometown, that’s so far away from the ocean but somehow it manages to be washed up. In this place that used to hold your baby fists and kissed your forehead when eager eyes grew sleepy. Between arms of friends, whose love limit is infinity and the one you used to love, who didn’t feel like staying anymore. I slit my heart into fractions and gave it to all my friends this year. The year is almost over…but there’s so much time left for fun. This is Christmas.
Joey Zimmerman Dec 2010
What if we could see the oxygen
Coming off trees
Like it was this dark blue haze
Particles floating in air
Dance them around your hands
Form them together and give them
To the prettiest girl you know
Yeah,
That’d be worth it

What if we could create or manipulate
Clouds
Change color or formation
Make them white as sclera
Or thunder and pulse
I’d sculpt these clouds like a healer
Carefully and with grace
Move them inches to the left
To get the sun out of her eyes

I’d paint a ceiling many colors
Just so I could witness the hues
Drip down and turn the floor into
A splatter painted canvas
You do this to my brain

Electric receptors run down the veins
Feel a riptide under my skin
You speak; Neurons explode
Kaleidoscope in my pupils
You make my mind drip hues
Splatter paint my feet

The trees give off this dark blue haze
I collected some of it
Formed it into a small sphere
Much like a marble
It’s resting in my front left pocket
…someday, I’ll give it to the prettiest girl I know
Perhaps we’ll make clouds
And she can paint my brain
Yeah,
That’d be worth it
Joey Zimmerman Dec 2010
Girl you’re a ninja
Disappearing in the night
I can’t find you anymore
When thing’s seemed quiet
I heard tiny footsteps and a sharp pain
Small blade in the heart
Assassination attempt
I saw you do a back flip
Over a wall that was my self-esteem
Disappearing in the night
Girl you’re a ninja
Joey Zimmerman Dec 2010
I want to be with pirates
We’d have fun
Adventure!
My best friend wanted to be a ninja
Stupid
Ninja’s train too much
They can never be loud
They can never be fun

You see us pirates
Oh man we get the party started
And the boats rockin’
No pun intended
With no such thing as time
We have no where to be
Let down the sail
Ocean air breathes life into our direction
We take what we want
And we drink way too much
On a daily basis

Wearing eye patches even though
We have perfectly good eyes behind them
That’s the fun of it
Have you noticed my beard?
It’s seven oceans thick
Seen more battles than history books

Our ship is the closest thing
We have for a soul
Yeah, it’s a little *****
But it’s fun
Nobody has a home
So we embark on what’s in our hearts
We don’t listen to our heads
There’s no fun in that kind of thinking
Our hearts are chaotic
Passion in the form of crashing waves

So,
Show me adventure
Joey Zimmerman Dec 2010
Dotting my i's
tying off loose ends
why I wasted my time?
I cant comprehend

Chill in the air
Diamonds look dull
pressure in my brain
crushes my skull

Cant be myself
Contorted at the core
lets go back to "before"

I was happy
so it wasn't a waste
Now it's gone
but i remember
the taste

Maybe one day
While i'm dreaming
My mind teeming
and my smile, gleaming
I'll finally control the wheel
Everything is fine
But nothing can be this real
Joey Zimmerman Dec 2010
I want to leave you
Step outside and walk the street
Concrete becomes blue waves
My feet turn into a boat
And arms form paddles
In ten years you won’t even recognize
My first name

I want to say goodbye
Transplant a gun in my spine
So every time you hurt me
I’ll pull the trigger and paint the ceiling red
Make my heart a grenade
So when it does pulse
It’ll ******* mean something
Lay on a floor crafted from
The world’s most fantastic revolvers
Outline my body with bullets and smoke

I wish your fingers were syringes
Every time you’d touch or hug me
I’d overdose like a rock star
Barbed wire bones mix with
Your melancholy tones

Your brain is an atomic bomb
And every time
You think of
Me
Tick Tock
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