A heavy iron bar
Imagine caved faces
Nothing hurts anymore

An astronaut on the moon
Holds his thumb up high
To the Earth he was to return to.
He launches from the moon,
Lands into the ocean.

His office friends throw a party,
Happy for him to have returned.
But the astronaut walks home,
To a lonely house,
An empty bed.

He eats alone.
Walks alone.
Sleeps alone.
Watches his own televised return to Earth;
Alone.

As he waits for the bus on his own
A deep sea diver awaits as well.
They swing and dine.
And fall in love.
Then no one is ever alone.

There

once was a man who lived in Leeds, and no one gave a fuck about his garden.

My skin looks yellow compared to the paint on the walls. It almost matches, but it's more of a mustard color. Hopefully it isn't weird that that's what I'm thinking about. It's all that I see. My red contrasting the yellow of the space surrounding us. It's like a fast food joint. Maybe that's why the bathrooms are this color. They want everyone to leave. They don't want us there.
I wipe your face.
My eyes are red, your's are too. It matches what I'm wearing. Maybe wearing all of this was a bad idea. It's the color of all of the negative things tonight.
I don't want you to leave. The worst part of my summer is when you're gone. All I do is sit around and cry. I feel alone and miserable. It's your last family vacation though. Once September is gone they've lost their hold on you. They control you no longer.
I'm standing holding you up. Even though you're on a counter and that's what's holding you up. So I guess I'm pushing you back. You latch on to me like a finger monkey and my body is the finger. It's sad that I like that so much, I think. Moments like that when you need me so badly. There are few moments where I feel so close to you. Nothing can tear us apart.
My turtle gives you a kiss that makes you laugh. I wipe your face again. You say words so sweet to me. I could hear them for the rest of my life and be happy.
You start crying again. I hold you once more and let you get the tears out. I'd stay here forever to make sure that you would be happy when we leave.
Your head leaves the cradle of my neck and shoulder when we hear a voice. We aren't doing what they think. He's wrong again. Everything feels more right though. Everyone's happier. Especially you. I just want you to be happy. And you are, as far as I can tell. It will be okay.

I'm your Hercules and you're my Meg.
Forever.

Defective.

There once was an android, rusted and decayed.
He sat by the beach alone all day.
The new parts were out, and he was ecstatic.
They were copied, over and over, and he just had to have it.

They finally reached his metal hands, he was ready to install.
The parts ended up not being what he had pictured at all.
All of them were strange, each one was different.
The components he needed weren't there, they were all absent.

So the android waited and waited for better parts to come along.
But none of them came, all of them were wrong.
So the robot sat there by the beach, and gradually decayed,
Until nothing was left and his android ashes were dusted away.

I am such a shitty writer.

I can never get anything done.

Just keep hanging tight, maybe I'll just write super shorts stories about nonsense in the meantime.

New story is on the way.

Sorry for the dry spell.

The new one is six pages long written so far, so it should be finished soon.