More Ryhme des mots

Thoughts in Stanzas

I know very few things for sure, and one of them is that the patches of sky that are blue are always cold. This is a comforting conclusion.
Like ice castles in the sky are not just an illusion, I can reach out with my pinky and sample some of the ice cream clouds

Claude Monet told the world that his work was so vibrant because he never used black
Is america so dirty because they're always ignoring how cold and how clean black is

Red is not a bad color,
The devil is gray like dirty laundry water
Dirty laundry water doesn't smell like tide
I wash my dirty clothes in the tides, they come out stiff with salt
I would be stiff with salt but the ocean is cold sky blue
The cold doesn't make me stiff, the headlights in everybody's ears do

I've never seen warm sky blue
I've only ever seen warm sky orange.
Warm sky rotten tomato
Warm sky iced tea that is anything but cold, sitting up on the fence post, cooking in the sun
Tendrils of tea reaching out of their mesh beds to greet the warm water
The the sun is even cold to look directly at her

The longer i look at the moon the warmer my hands get in my pockets
And the longer i lay at the bottom of the bath tub the more melancholy mango i see
Warm colors go under cool colors
Shadow goes only where shadows go or the whole painting will be sucked up into himself
I've got so many paintings of myself
And not a single one looks like i look back at people

I don't think i'll ever fall in love, i always step to conclusions like i was just walking past anyway
I don't think i'll ever step on love on accident, i'll see the glass on the floor and think
*If i went to the hospital to have glass removed from my feet that would be a wonderful story*

My family tree are the deepest shallow people I've ever seen
They've got roots like California red woods
But their branches are bare
It's like the tree isn't even there
Even when my mother was screaming the last two of my siblings out of her
And i was in the room
She did not sound like she existed
She sounded like she had missed something
And that's why it hurt so bad to create children

My thoughts are laced with roofies
Every time i close my eyes to watch them i pass out
I would marry a tube of numbing cream if it meant that i would never have to feel anything else or anything at all on my body
Don't touch me i'm so sticky
Don't hold me i'm too prickly

I realize that i'm not going anywhere before i'm eighteen and i realize that i am not getting my braces off just so that i can feel clean
But i can hope can't i
I can shoplift all of the red lipstick i want
I keep them in a cigar box for the day when i'll have beautiful teeth to hold my lips up
I never wore makeup before someone told me i was beautiful
My first thought after a good feeling is
More
That always ends with me pounding my fist against the bug bites on my ankles
Scratching them isn't enough
I want to cut my feet off they itch so bad

Everyone is cutting their feet off and trading them for cars, but there is still sunday morning church traffic
Because they won't leave, not even while they can
They traded in the bees in their honeymoon cheeks for clean knees
And 8 hours of sleep
No one ever plants any real roses anymore
It's not like they're fake,
It's just that they don't exist.