Coleman

Bishop

All I see is cosmic flowers in the corners of

history books History of you History of me This tragic chapter thirteen may make you cry today This chapter is off the wall! Calm down, the master is in the room I do wish to be disturbed I am laying in bed as the children jump up down The spiders say hello to me e!eryday when I am at my desk I lo!e real people though "on#t judge me$ normal people are not real I crashed my burning !ehicle into %luto They said the flames would disperse I would be far enough away The loneliness, how I come to see it, is the best part

chapter one & All I drink is water all I eat is rice

They played the harp in the wing I was born Hollow me 'unday The day
was loud with thunder new lo!e A certain hour was among the li!ing A hearkened hour Hospitals are meant to contain bad news ( the doctor was a lo!ely satanist A black umbrella co!ered my peaceful mother as the rain scraped )a Crosse The roads cur!ed swung e!ery which way The fishermen outside were feeling lucky, smoking their pipes sitting on the deck of their boat homes The crossing of this imaginable bridge was disheartened by an accident that was near impossible to forgi!e god o!er I was unable to see god I woke up, a man who takes care of his poor fisherman father *ho has emphysema *ho smokes his tobacco out of his pipe *ho wears his sentimental straw hat *ho you would see outside on the deck of his boat home co!ered in his dead wife#s +uilt *ho witnessed the accident *ho hooked the babe, that was me, on his twenty year old fishing rod *ho ne!er told a soul of his reeling *ho wrote a letter that same thunder night The thunder loud, I still slept I sat by my father#s deathbed "eath flowers in the death !ase on top of the deathside table ,'on, I lo!e you -ou were my gift from god The one to lo!e when I had no body else. The aged letter came to my hands The fisherman#s eyes dimmed/

There is no language barrier between

chimps dogs cats mice moose elephants owls hawks eagles dragonflies flies beetles ladybugs li0ards wol!es 0ebras horses cows animals from anywhere e!erywhere animals from the ocean to the skies man are capable of lo!e 1ature, including the sun the moon, is a sociopath

The lo!e of my life is on my bed The mornings are crossing the ocean, yet they do not run to see
me This 2eho!ah#s *itness once told me that my mother is ugly I knocked on his door drank his mother#s tea The desert was especially beautiful that night I screamed at those golfers with an intent to bring my father back to life I would ha!e ran out of scream 3y tears could ha!e created ha!oc/

All he has to do is press a button

snowballs appear It will be fi4 rst blood The kill potential of th4 e jungler Take it home, butt It is so great he got those first few k4 ills Afraid to try something else The fear got cleansed immediat4 ely 1ice shock wa!e Absolutely de!astating %retty darn "ammi4 sh Already coming down with pneumonia This is actually cra4 0y *ow, you are on fire This is insurance Crow storm Can they soldier through5 Barren is the icing on the cake The winds of disaster Another tower falls *4 et !ikings is a new deodorant They are about to unplug that girl 1ot !ery immortal "ouble kill for piglet I guess we are in 6orea 7iant cow heads The to4 ughest road to the finals

Before I sit down to write again, I need you to

promise me The mortals will keep on drinking their water 6eep eating their rice *hen my heart stopped the blood rested clotted 3y will asked that my brother names one of his future sons after me "eath is the combination of new colors, new sounds, new feelings, new smells, and new tastes I write this letter for when I die it shall be burned with my cold skin

chapter two8 I slept in the clouds away from the grass

How are you5

How are you5 How are you5 How are you5 I will see you once I know how to answer I#m back How are you5 9n the twenty4second day of 2anuary I hunted for the light outside my mother I belie!e I did that for a reason I may not fully know the reason, but I am here now :!eryday a new +uestion that may ne!er be answered 'till leading me on 'ome days are scrambled as others are straight forward As a younger child I remember being furious one moment %eaceful the ne;t <ntil I understand how I could ha!e been so beautiful in heart mind, I can ne!er be truly happy That said, I am doing alright

The skin hugs

The rain The mud The uphill journey$ only thinking of the laughter from that dream I had the night before That is all I remember, though -ou prayed for me "id you laugh at me, too5 Bragging about how I do not remember any of my dreams I blame the blades of grass All their spirits watch o!er me like dream catchers 'tifling my friends 'tifling my family 'tifling all the faces that I ha!e encountered 'leeping is the winning enemy The rain stills Horrors the steep 'tills, again Horrors, again The cloud hugs as I shi!er I shi!er I shi!er I shi!er I shi!er I shi!er I slept in the clouds away from the grass

*hat are you drinking5

I am drinking the trees I am drinking the red mustangs I am drinking your fingers I am drinking thepiratebay/org I am drinking 'atan I am drinking the light that streams out of this book I am drinking psychology I am drinking this masterpiece that is a white wall I am drinking the subsistence that filters out of India I am drinking the genius out of my phone I am drinking the street sounds I am drinking the soil of 3ichigan I am also drinking the laws of the uni!erse *elcome to my wine tasting party

The barge left

with my lo!e Two weeks later I find out that it ne!er made it to the other side The clouds are lower than the mountains and the rain will not stop *ill not stop *ill not stop I watch my neighbor canoe down the road

Belie!ing I am more
The spoons slay The sun, my son Ash rotates around

heartistic than artistic the sporks The moon is banished my hearth earth

Ha na ga sai ta
Hana gas aita Han ag asa ita H a nag as a i ta I can say this all day It sounds beautiful

chapter three=== The halloweiners

I swear to god if I hear the

song Californication again I will decide ne!er to go to the moon :!en when the opportunity arises and tears me apart The mysteries that *ikipedia can#t tell me will ne!er be sought I will go through a grand world A con+uering radio chisels my life

*hy did I fall asleep today5 Angry at my

stature 3y brow unchanged The opens the sleeps Hardwood floor for a bed pad %lasma bricks I rest my head on$ the li+uid !oices soak in They may not creep in! 9pen face sees the world bellowing into the sun *hat do I do when all I hear is the water#s !oice5 The sun is my enemy The water e!aporates 'C>:A3'!

'creams are peaceful

"aring darling flowers to creep o!er

the frantic hill The shrill !oice of the petals hang o!er my shoulder 9!er my head 9!er my heart Hassling me to gi!e up 1ot too soon, though 1e!er too soon The women wrestling team ga!e me shi!ers as they grape!ined my body until my back broke The boys laughed at my dindle walk To them, that moment was priceless To me, my tears felt like they cost the world A new world called a slapstick tragedy The slumps The tired eyes The gruesome cold caught my emotion in old photos "ream off cliffs into the nebula milk whirlpools until someone arri!es with a treaty 3e that woman need to kiss 3e that woman need to kiss 3y back will stay broken, but me that woman need to kiss

A mission from god The ground An ousted +uake

A mission from god The harlot sky lightens darkens 3y mission for god The sun is no longer important I ha!e god Become nothing something 3ature into an animal "epart into wilderness in a trance ( A few months time ( for two years!

Triangular heart attacks in a plastic clear

!ase 1eglect the gleaming self aware throbbing trap groping of self to find your inner kid brass

-ou#re nasty trinkets of your daycare days -ou#re gambling habits that ruined kids childhoods -ou#re magnificent collection of rocks dead birds -ou#re feeble attempts of spitting on little girls that ha!e ultimately put you in trouble ,Christ was spit on, would you spit on him5. ,Christ is not 'tephanie!. 7rasping the concept of young lo!e at your trickling age Blanketed fe!ers of confusion ambiguity robbed the Bank of Arcadia naked -ou tried taming the custodian with your young looks The dean was enthralled in your ha0e -our little pecker was hanging out as the police men cuffed your sly innocence The news called you the )% 7unner? The )ittle %ecker 7unner -our story reached millions 9ddly your father was proud -our mother made you write one thousand times? I will not get naked in public

chapter four @ Breaking dawn part A

*recked morning night! The dead is hiring!

Blood on the paper The humble shift is a time warp that breaks me The road to work is unforgi!ing This warehouse is cold, li!ing skin The blood we package sensationali0es fear in our new employees *e decided it would be interesting to hire the li!ing this year

I am killing e!eryone with brotherly kindness

-ou protect e!eryone with the Twilight series I cram film down your eye sockets -ou captured me dancing like 'oulja Boy I plead that you do not send the film to hea!en -ou blow the dust off the record called blasphemy I created another grudge4lo!e relationship with you -ou married your dog and locked him in the *inter shed I made my first slam dunk through a four foot high plastic hoop -ou created I lo!e you I lo!e you I lo!e you I lo!e you I was drooling on your grass, because I had no where else to go -ou ate the last of the artichoke lea!es straight to the heart I fell asleep in the sky and woke up in a gra!e -ou guaranteed my safety I filled out our contract -ou ripped it and threw it in the campfire I conjured up a time tra!eling potion -ou ended up thirty years in the past suffocating in outer space I har!est the silk off womenfolkBs clothing -ou fasten your seat belt once we finally arri!e at our destination I cringe at the sound of radio show gossip -ou smile, then don#t smile I can#t wait to see you smile again -ou can#t wait for the crows to laugh at our corpses I bring you a glass of water from the rainfall -ou harbor American fugiti!es and feed them my 1utella I am becoming fat for you

-ou were reading Battlefield? :arth to me before you hung your neck I wander too little -ou are my fa!orite drug addict I am helping you write this poem while you are in your urn -ou is not only you, you is also her and him I did intercept that football I went straight to my knees -ou li!e only once5 I am going to read to you now -ou are my cousin from %luto I belie!e %luto should become a planet again in the honor of my cousin -ou are my satellite I am a sisterless fencer -ou would be proud of me if you knew what I ha!e done I will ser!e you Charles, but don#t let your women kill anymore -ou are a master at listening to the radio I currently need you to please stop/// just stop -ou bother the mountains, the firemen, and the facebook programmers I brag too much about how I listen to opera -ou looked at me with your luster nipples I thought someone told you/// I#m not dead, I faked it then told e!eryone to tell you -ou need to log in to AI3 more I am ne!er sick of con!ersing with the bots of AI3 -ou and I are going to be best friends/// let#s go watch youtube !ideos in my basement

9HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Brother! 9h brother!

Ciolinist naysayers e!erywhere I see )istening to play their e!il tune >eady to kill the lady! The weird feelings! <nder the moon! The weird feelings! <nder the moon! 9HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Brother! 9h brother! The world, oh the world will spin and cry The sun will finally disappear The top of the earth will die The bottom of the ocean will ne!er fear The bottom of the ocean will ne!er fear Dmy one and only song that I belie!e I can ne!er singE

3y !ery essence is a growth of a nation

3arriage is considered a cult ritual Be ashamed of your rushed lo!e Anatomy of your marriage is going to be e;plored I will burn your wife#s 'tarburst chain 9ne man, one woman ( in my nation I will cut them both in half ( half man, half woman And hang the other hal!es on the ashy birch trees )o!e would be normal to gi!e to two lo!ers Children will learn physics and multiple branches of science and religion in their middle school years The ones unable to grasp the basics will be sent to the wilderness %arents will gi!e them the necessary tools to sur!i!e A year without ci!ili0ation will pro!e if the child is strong enough to start military training America will come to me telling me to join their military through the drafts *ith disgust I !omit all o!er the postal man "o not mess with my nation America! "o not mock my body I will e;crete my nation#s fluids all o!er your go!ernment!

Fuit tumblr! An e!il !ibe 'eeing posts about

perfect eyebrows twice in a row is disturbing The pictures are high +uality though <noriginal pictures of cars and streets and hot models and naked girls Dand guysE The shock factor /gifs become normal and that scares me The internet is numbing The internet is becoming a cesspool of ja00 and dubstep heart attacks and 2ohnny Cash ,diehard fans., because they watched *ah46::1 Gen i; strum a guitar

chapter fi!e The brutal laughable ending

A burning air that crushes bones

'tanding is the lo!e of 'atan I see my older brother I guess he decided not to come to this planet I started hugging e!eryone Crying and telling them how grateful I was The king is watching me closer now 3y affairs with the +ueen will ha!e to be more subtle I will not be cut down by his knight#s sword 3y big brother does not e;ist I ha!e no one to protect me 3y lust is not a grand shield

%enny poor I am I am
Before washing my eyes out with alcohol Before the days of bigoted scenarios of my malnutrition I was still rather skinny and still rather dull I used to write listening to drunkard ja00 I would fall into a deep sleep and tell no one where I went Dsmoking a cigaretteE Dsmoking in the rain was always the trench of beauty for meE 3y fights were towards my wall, my pillows, and soda cans

*here e!er I went was gray and a

dark green 'itting across a street looking at a prison for the depressed deer Too slanted and weak to try to be a deer#s hero I am indeed penny poor and a liar I am still writing to thy ja00 I tend to wake up in a woman#s bed e!ery other week with a grand idea! I wish I smoked more 3y walls and pillows are what keep me sane The sickly deer are probably dead by now I am hellishly penny poor

<nderestimated grenade e;plosions

heal the confused numb the lonely people of craigslist %ile on the jokes, I#ll listen I will try not to laugh *hen I do laugh I#ll write about you your beauty I#ll broadcast on 6>C) radio only play depressing lullabies 3y microphone still on as I sing, too )istening to space and time )istening to the yoga +ueens listening to imagined spirits

I spent the day in hell Through a portal

I found at a garage sale inside a se!enty four year old chest There were no flames nor ice 1o li+uid hatred nor hardened hearts The site was bland and une;pected A soft song I ne!er heard before *as soothing Holding me Holding me the way a father#s essence sa!es you The black was my kind of light *hat I saw was like a dream unlike any that I remember Beautiful air surrounding me and like a dream I can#t remember the aura I don#t remember seeing people I was not alone, though How do I know that this place was hell5 The dogs barked from abo!e, the statues were crying urine tears, the Tokyo naysayers were not singing their karaoke, and the truth was not present

Dedicated to Caleb Wilson and the angels that surround him.

3y name is Coleman Bishop/ I am HI years old and I am not doing much

with my life at the moment/ I will be going on my )"' mission soon, though/ 3y fa!orite things to be doing are listening to music, skateboarding, being with friends and family, and writing/ I li!e in %ro!o, <T/ *hen I was thirteen my father hung himself/ I went through many hardships, but that did not stop me from trying to be happy/ I hope you enjoyed reading Are Can 'aw! ?E