What ever you do
What ever you say
No matter how
It always ends this way
Take yourself for a fool
Take everyone else too!
Leave the reasons
Leave the treasons
The world isn't made easy for people like you
It's designed  for the soulless,
Take pride in your difference keep doing what you do
Take your prize in the heavens
Where it all shines for you
The commander of a fleet of angels
Who break their wings trying to,
save a soul like me a spiritual fool
From an everlasting death.

When the world thins
And my senses become hollow
I can still define the lines of your fingertips
When colors dull
And light slowly bends
I can still find the soft hues of your warm auburn eyes
When my breath runs away
And I can't slow the beating in my chest
The sight of you is where I find my rest
Oh how the way you look at me stills my heart
And though my mind may still scream
And my aimless anxiety may steal reason from me
I can endure knowing the clarity you bring

With stains of poverty embedded on her gown,
She stood glazing at me with shining eyes wearing a frown.
A wave of empathy reached the shore of my heart,
Seeing her reluctant wrinkled face I questioned God's art.

Does she deserve this fate that compels her for alms,
Or does she deserve knowledge on her tender palms?
And then I saw a heap of books with papers black and white,
Meant for the little ones to flood them with colours bright.

All day long she ran around till her feet would burn,
She traded them to quench her thirst with the other paper in return.
Into the shadows she slipped away counting every dime,
Nazia was that little girl's name and we shall meet some other time.

My chest has been hurting
And I don't know if it's
A medical issue or an
Emotional issue.

I'm so tired of getting trampled on and ******* by Life
Unless it was a woman, than we can alter that statement
Cause what guy wouldn't want that?
Not to be crude or tacky, but if somebody named their daughter Life
Then this poem has a reason to exist.
But as of right now, my ignorance and struggle persist.
I hope you can understand at-least the gist
Of what i'm trying to say.

18 minutes

And I have daydreamt of you
Each of the 1080 seconds passed,
Contemplating how I want to be
so much better than your last.
Come on
Lets get lost in each others eyes
While we forget the dark horrors of our past
Don't back track baby
Let's sit in this sunny moment and
Bask
Just like the sun
This burning desire won't go away
If you're with it, I am as well
You know I'm here to stay.

30 minutes

And I've come to realize that
I can't even stand to be away from you,
for 1800 seconds.

Have you ever scooched so far down in a chair
That you’re not really sitting on the chair anymore
You’re just kind of holding on by your elbows?
That’s like my life right now
It’s a metaphor
And I mean don’t worry, I have strong elbows
I’ve fallen a lot in my life
And I don’t really moisturize there so the skin is pretty dry and has a lot of friction
So I don’t think I’m going to fall off any time soon.

The thing is though if you’ve ever been that low in a chair
Have you?
You can’t really just push yourself back up
There’s nothing to grab on to
Your upper arm is fully extended all the time
So if you want out of that situation you have to sit all the way down
On the floor and then turn around and get up
The thing is, the chair, is a metaphor for my life
And I don’t really want to go down any further to get back up
I don’t want to see what’s down there
I kind of just wish someone would come up behind me
You know a bystander, friend, family member, girlfriend, wife
Grab me by the arm pits and pull me back onto the chair
Then I can stand up on my own from there
I want to stand up on my own, I’m a grown man I have the strength to stand
I’m just metaphorically hanging on by my elbows
To this metaphor chair and I just need a real person
To metaphorically pick me up by my arm pits
And I’ve let you in now on the metaphor part
So it’s probably time I tell you about the literal reason
That I’m in this metaphorically precarious situation
But before I do one more thing
The chair, the metaphor, it’s an office chair on wheels
So you know, when I tell you why I’m scooched down so far you can’t cry
If you cry the ground will get wet and the chair might slip
Or it’s been a bit hot so it might steam and get moisture under my elbow
I might slide off so you can’t cry
It’s super important you don’t clap too hard either,
The vibrations might roll the chair away and I’d fall on the ground
I’m only hanging on by my elbows
So anyway here we go the literal reason
I’m serious though you can’t react too much or I might fall
So please keep your reactions internal for me
Can I count on you?
Can I?
Are you sure?
Okay here goes.
The reason I’m hanging on by my elbows on this chair is
You know what
You’re right,
I shouldn’t risk it.