The lonely little hope.
Floating in the sea of yesterday.
Ten little drops of dry.
We're nowhere, yet we are now here.
Floating in the sea of yonder days.
Creepy Crawlies on my cieling sky.
all upon us, consuming and destroying
i speak nothing yet i hear it all.
we all hear it all, we all are floating.
floating where? it is unknown
knowing nothing, and yet each other
deep abyss of my soulful stories
the worries of tomorrow are here now
here now my worries leave with the smoke
the smoke engulfing me, killing me
that was hilarious
seven dollars can be recieved by my hand
my windup friends take too many pictures
POW
whats happened to them all
where have they all gone
theres nothing left
of what we once knew
what happened to yesterday, where is it hiding?
the days where drugs and drinking were all overrated
pull in to the drive up theater
get a burger and some pop
can i have a shake? can i control this?
hopeless no control
thats all thats left
the hole of conversations
the last of the words released
last day of school
first day of summer
problems and confusion rise
love and conquering
please be with us
draw your sword and prepare for battle
one strike and you're out of the ol' ball game.
YOU'RE OUT!

 

Shiver, shake. In walks Mickey Mouse and little Janet screams. She can’t handle creepy old men in oversized costumes. Christmas comes around, time to sit on santas lap. An old fat man that grants childrens wishes while he fantasizes his own. Have you seen his freaky smile? Easters up next, a giant bunny. Do you sit on the lap of this massive rabbit? Do you cower behind the leg of your parent? Janet screams and runs. She realizes how horrible it is to sit on random ppl….a moral that has long pasted. Janet knows when she should avoid people and creatures. Yet she may run when she should just suck it up. She picks up a pillow and draws an eye and tear drop…

Janet is invited to a party. So many people will be there, breathing fire. Everything will burn. While every boy wears a scarf. Maybe Janet knew this would happen, maybe she knew it could all end. Facing a fear could end up destroying her. She will be the woman shot out of a cannon at this gathering. She can be shot away and be amazed. She can rhyme in a giant teddy bear costume, hiding. Shaking chandeliers, island music and steel drums. Sipping daiquiris on the beach front. A giant wave comes and crashes the party and the guests. Janet is safe, soaring above everything. She adds a mouth to her pillow…

All five of Janet’s friends hung out one day. She likes these few people. Others, not so much. Poor little Janet never got considered to join. She had to sit home alone, winding and winding, releasing to watch the puppy flip. This has completely changed her idea of all her friends, of all humanity. Is there anyone she can trust? Is there just one out there she can  relate to? She takes the pillow and doodles ears…

Janet is walking alone around the shops. She walks past a group of other children. Her heart pounds, she speeds up her pace and looks the other way. She can’t do this alone. Janet draws another eye onto her pillow…

A few people, a few people can destroy Janet. Pounding of her heart makes Janet realizes this isn’t right. She shouldn’t be in this situation. Falling chainsaws would be easier to handle. They can smell her fear so she runs. Janet picks up her pillow and tears it to shreads. Dancing in the falling feathers. She falls down into this pile of feathers, into a pile of nothing. She falls down this hole, spiraling with every color an eye can see. Feathers and toy cars fall with her. Chainsaws fall along with them, almost ripping through Janet and her little windup friends.

In a white padded room, only a chair for company. In walks a broom. Oh another friend has joined! A broom comes to Janets hand and she steps up onto the chair. Slam, Slam Slam. Janet hits the ceiling with the broom. It opens up and down pours a clown and a puppy. The puppy is 2-d. Oh how happy this puppy is.. a cartoon, free of the fears of reality. The clown is making balloons. Janet loves balloons. She used to go to the circus and ride the elephants and have a balloon made by a clown. She had parties with all the children where clowns came.  These are wonderful sights, wonderful memories. The ceiling is not done crying. It drops a needle and thread. Janet just wants to sew her eyes shut so she can block out these memories, but she places these items to the side. One more item drops from the ceiling, a box. A single crinkled cardboard box. Janet opens the box, climbs inside, and closes it up. She begins to paddle. Feathers shower her; content at what she has become. The poundings of her heart cease, within this sack of feathers.