And the Truth Is

...that no one really knows

what the fuck it is you're doing

so we hide ourselves appart

and we just keep it moving on.

You Were A Raincoat

When I was younger, much so, almost a month ago, you were a raincoat. You wrapped yourself around me and kept me slightly hot, but not too bad. You kept my frail form, already weakened by sickness and restlesness, from the cold rain that would surely be the death of me. You, your bright colors, always perky on dark days when you know you'd stand out most against a gray sky. How cute you were. You made us both stand out, like a walking lighthouse, shining on everyone as it passes.

We were a two person lighthouse and you were my raincoat and we were much younger and now we seem different. Maybe now that the sun is out, my colors will seem more passionate in contrast.

I Know This Is Belated

This is riding the fine line between belated and never sent.
At which point should the sender just forget it?

"It's the thought that counts"
Counts in seconds and only lasts a few.
I was the one who kept my mouth shut.
I was the pride you grabbed by the reins.
I was burning up and loving every minute of it.
It's not a feeling or a word or a song.
It's not written in any book.
It's smeared on the faces of the young.
It's carved into the skin of the old.

This is almost not worth saying.
Meaning being meaning wether expressed or not.
Time being relevant, our bones lasting longer than our skin.
But the dirt lasts longer than our bones.
So maybe when we're dirt it will be opportune.
I'll step up and apologize.
It takes me 12 seconds to come up with a witty response.
I plan everything I say to you.
This is the search for another way to spin the wheel.
This is a sound you cannot hear because it's all around you.

I know this is belated,
But I love you back.

...fun!

"She said oh, don't be so greedy,
You're a starving artist!

Oh, and I'm so needy,
But look how far this flaw has come."

This Martian Ends His Mission

My father told me a story once about when he was a younger man, and he sat his parents down.

He was very concerned.
He asked them, in all seriousness, if he was an alien.

He felt disconnected from society. He didn't understand other people. He didn't want do deal with a confusing and ever changing reality that, although subjective, was none the less difficult to muddle through especially for an intelligent young mind.

They just laughed at him, they thought it was a joke.

He never stopped believing.

One day my father sat me down.
He told me he saw how concerned I was becoming, and that I could relax, because we were a family of aliens.

Strangely enough, that was the most comforting thing he could have said.

Pairs of Shoes

How interesting, the Book of Memories.
Like reaching into an ocean and pulling out a different sounding chonch each time.

Other lives through others eyes.
I feel like a painter not a writer, although painting is the weakest of my strong suits. I feel like each story is a new color to my pallete. A new blend to mix and toss like a master glazing the canvas lightly and delicately, only to find a new way to work the scheme later. Improvement for the sake of boredom.

Each misconception is a bonus color I keep hidden away.
Who I thought you were, in my cynical dreamer dreams, remains in my back pocket for use in the undoubtfully unplesant tomorrow. And if not? Then it will rest like an infant, peaceably, until needed.

How wonderous meeting new people is.

Shots

No, I'm serious.
When you see me, you best back the hell up.
Cause I'm way more important than I am.

I've been bragging about my money since before I had my money.
Of course, that was just to make the transition easier for you who know me.
Did you ever doubt I had my shit together?
Like I didn't have this whole thing wrapped up before I even started.
Come on.

I was laughing my way to the bank before I even started, it's just too damn easy.
Plans? Ha. No.
It's a blueprint baby.
You don't even have to think.
Think I'm a genius? Nah, I'm an opportunist.

But when it comes down to the line, which of those two would you rather have paying your bills?

Think on it.