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Nolan Davis Nov 2011
The heart,
It pumps and flows blood throughout the body.
Like a river that flows throught the land.
However, the heart is something bigger.
It pumps emotion through the mind and soul.
It triggers the senses more than any object can.
It's tempermental, sentimental, and mainly pure.
The object is not to make it stop, but push it.
The heart was meant to love.
With love, the heart does everything a lot better.
It flutters, keeping a person healthier.
But the loss of love slows the heart.
It creates a pain that cannot be matched.
Searing, tearing, burning, clawing.
A major flaw in the emotional struggle to separate soul and body.
To separate perception and reality.
Love mirrors the line, and makes the heart it's prisoner.
When you give your heart to someone, you risk more than feeling.
You risk health.
Why would someone want to risk all of this for such a trivial concept.
Because love is the most beautiful thing in the world.
It has solved more problems than any vaccine.
It has peformed more miracles than any God or messiah.
The risk is always worth the reward.
Your heart will be in pain when it fails, but it will always heal.
Emotionally speaking of course, physically if it fails you will die.
But in death, emotion takes true form.
Love is shown where it was once hidden.
Nolan Davis Nov 2011
Letters, words, syllables, sound.
Tiny fragments make the world go round.
But it's the words that aren't said that make this stop.
The fragile sense of self begins to pop.

Hide it all behind a smile, say that it's O.K.
Everyone is better off when it's this way.
**** pride, **** glory, **** self esteem.
Let everything you know come busting out the seam.

All of this, everything, is tied down to diction.
This has become a story that is greater than fiction.
But the world won't understand what I am saying.
As I don't even understand the options that I'm weighing.

Honestly, this writing is starting to grow old.
I can sense these feelings are numbing and cold.
So I'll finish this with a simple request.
Have fun, be happy, and I hope for the best
Nolan Davis Nov 2011
Nothing else to say to you.
Nothing else for me to do.
Can't understand what I've been through.
I honestly wouldn't expect you to.

Do you care, or was it all a game?
Through the lies do you feel shame?
Who should I honestly blame?
Nothing else I expect to claim.

I'm not a vengeful person, not in the least.
But anger tends to bring out my inner beast.
You fed on my emotions like a feast.
I hope you repent to a priest.

This is probably as bitter as I'll sound.
And these aren't the words to which I'm bound.
But these feelings help make the world go round.
And by expressing anger I'll become unwound.
Nolan Davis Nov 2011
Put on your pretty face, and show the world your smile.
All of this while holding back that feeling of denial.
Masking emotion is terrible, but necessary all the while.
Isolation of expression, placing it in the isle.

Remove the makeup and show them your scars.
Perfection is only obtained when shooting for the stars.
Come back to Earth, and I'll show you what is ours.
We can sing and dance and parade around the bars.

Live for the moment, don't be afraid of it all.
Take the leap and don't worry where you will fall.
Smile, wave, sing and dance, like it's the grand ball.
And show the world who you really are by trying to stand tall.
Nolan Davis Nov 2011
Seconds, minutes, hours, days.
It all goes by in so many ways.
But you can't see through the haze.
Too blinded to complete the maze.

As time fades, so does your shine.
The memories turn into a shrine.
We attempt to let them age like wine.
To prove to ourselves that it was fine.

But the truth is that everything will end.
The colors blur and then then they will blend.
And all I wanted was to have a friend.
But now all I have is the memory to send.

So think back and smile, and remember the good.
Although it faded like no one expected it could.
And honestly I never thought that it would.
But now I reflect at the spot where we stood.
Nolan Davis Nov 2011
The colors fade, and then appear again
Falling away from the color wheel
Looking back on what had been
This is how I feel

The contriteness that I always show
Will linger until all is well
But you simply will not ever know
So I suffer in my own hell.

Clever, witty, deep, pure
Adjectives used to describe me
But how could any of these be so sure
Cause none of those you can see

So I continue to write all of this
With deep care in my heart
They say that ignorance is bliss
And you have fulfilled that part
Nolan Davis Nov 2011
Words.
Little combinations of letters.
They hold so much power within them.
People fight over what was said.
People use them improperly.
The truth is,
No one uses their words perfectly.
Everyone says what they don’t mean.
Everyone messes up and hurts those they love.
It happens every day.
Now,
I want to use my words to make things right.
To make amends for what I said.
I have flaws, I have insecurities.
I get jealous, I say what I don’t mean.
But most of all, I will use every word I can
To make it up to you.
To make you see how much I really care.
To show you the love that I really feel.
Because after all,
If the pen is mightier than the sword
Then I have the power to heal as well.
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