Rolls down the mountain
Dirties and turns brown
Debris

It's momentum keeps it going faster still
Doesn't know what it'll crash into
When it does it'll make a loud noise
And let everything out
Like confetti

Snowfall through a window
The light of a street lamp

Longing

Tragedy struck when you least expected it
Innocence,
Tragedy tries so hard to strip
Cry if you need but don't give up

A celebration of life
No matter how faint the light

Keep moving until you get back home
Keep playing that tune to keep warm
Keep that smile so your son doesn't lose
What it feels to look at snowfall through a window

An occasional half smile, half frown
Just biding time and waiting for the next wave of feelings to hit
A sweaty sticky body surrounded by a built up mess
Time just passing by without a second glance
Hoping I'd have the energy to get out of bed
And wishing someone would come to get me out of my head

Light blue-grey hue
A spotlight from above
I'm sitting in a miniature room, in a miniature bed as a miniature me
The walls aren't connected
Just four thin slabs of drywall floating in space
One to the left, right, back and top
In front is a door
And I sit facing it
I look from the third person, looking at myself looking at the door

Outside the door is more empty space and two elongated shadows

Sounds of a man and woman arguing
And screaming and thuds
And crying
And more thuds partnered with grunts of frustration

I'm scared to go out.
To find out.
I'm just dreaming, just dreaming
Just go back to sleep and wake to silence.

A droplet hits your cheek
More comes down through the trees
Finally, you are wet

Waffles and Pancakes
The ultimate battle to end it all
Pancakes win. Syrup time!

Found her voice again in a conch by the shore
It echoed and then disappeared
to where I'm not sure

He leads and I follow
Unprepared, I hope he can save the performance
The audience watches and laughs

A little yellow duck led by a ******* swan
Comical and hopeless

At the end I bow
But the audience is gone and so is the swan

On an overcast day
Dark and muted
I'd like to part the clouds

My bare hands reaching up above
Revealing the sun through an opening
And letting its rays shine just on me

The sea, sky, and sun
A light blue glow on velvet waves
Reflections and white rays like splattered paint

On the podium was a man giving a eulogy.
The words travelled and dispersed,
Crawled and Ran,
Heard by everyone.
They Passed like stray sentences from a novel
And everyone was analyzing, interpreting and criticizing.
They filled in the rest of the story on their own,
Including themselves in this final chapter.

The sludge stops the movements of the clock
And you try to forget those seconds and replace them with
Something else that will eventually break

You hide out in a bunker and escape from what's happening outside
And accept your true character

Time passes for his execution but he doesn't plan his escape

He's Horrible and Disgusting
Cowardly and Arrogant
Delusional and Confident
Entitled and lacking perspective
Not really depressed not really happy
Prideful but nothing to show for it

If he died, nothing would change