Exhale

Exhale,

like a filthy exhaust pipe 

that runs on the already fallen.

 (No, lazy I am not. I just can't describe in words how much the above words mean to me, or add to them for that matter)

One-Thousand Milliseconds at a Time

Tick tock tick tock
time is running away from you
one-thousand milliseconds at a time
hurry for the door
don't stop and think
be here then and there now
stomach aches from stress
make me want to fall a sleep
and not wake up
until I am in Bagdad again.

Morning Hair

The rain is pouring down
got home before though
Chips are on sale
and water is free.
Eat your vitamins billy
We might just pull through
keep going on
I'm hopeful of there hopefully being hope.
Please...