I hate them
Yet they are mine
My secrets

I think about it often
The soft edge of a knife
Not because I am sad
But because I know
I will be

It's selfish
And yet I could
Should I do the things
No wants to do

The one who looks
Back from the mirror
They know
What will I want to do?

Take my heart
Rip it out
I don't care
Anymore but
I'll make myself for you
And I'm laughing now

One night in a town
A main road goes empty
Apart from a few
And I stand there

On the edge of the road
The river band of concrete
Worn down and smooth
By people with places to be

The 3am lights
The orange yellow blankets
Down on the ground
All is still

And still
And still
And still

It's all in the brain
Pain and whatever
It's just your brain
Telling

Who? You
That seems stupid
But who am I
If not my brain

Don't tell me
I'm a walking paradox
Brain?

**** YOU HEAT.....
You cause my *** to get burned by my seat!
Every time my cheeks & the leather meet
Feels like hot coals under my feet
Right through my shoes.....******* too concrete
& that's the sidewalk not even the street
Swimming.... A refreshing treat
With ice cream to eat
Mission keeping cool complete
Adios hot weather I won't be beat
You're so sweet
Thinking you could defeat
....instead you're running away in retreat
Hopefully you don't attempt to repeat
.....risking to become obsolete
& I won't be discrete
Leaving the seasons incomplete
Then spring & fall can finally greet
Erasing summer as quickly as CTL ALT DELETE

.....this Facebook status was a rhyming top of the top elite
& it deserves a retweet
Flowing on a roll like tires on sleet
Or wind through holes in a sheet
If I want a retweet, I better go send out the first tweet
**** this flow is neat
When I finished & read it, I was like "awwww ****, *****, *****"

I think of the things that would be better unsaid
I thought them though
They are thoughts
They live in my mind till I decide
It's time to say
Time longs along the clock
In your head there's nothing special
Wasting away
Just another day to be me
Because only I could think of the things
That could have been said if things were different
I guess if it's gone
I should move on but
I would not have thought that thought
Thoughtlessly
I don't want to die of thirst
Water slipping through your fingers
Don't worry though
Let me tell you what I want to say