The heart is
Deceitful
Indecisive
Ambivalent
And, frankly
Childish

It's whimsy is
Unparalleled
And it's style is
Overdone
It's either lost
It's mind
Or never had one to begin with

It operates on a level
That is not physical
Not mental
But a completely different
Plane
And it's odd
For lack of a better word

The heart is ominous
It is ambiguous
Perhaps even indifferent
Not caring for the fate of it's
Keeper
Simply chugging
Slumping
Thumping
Along for the sake of it's own being

Strap your heart to your sleeve
Like a ticking bomb
You've been pressed to leave
But instead you stay
Gather your gear, it's time to bereave

Leave your things on the floor
Just get up and go
Hesitation's for the weak
Arrive at the horror show
When you realize nothing's for keeps
You legs have a mind of their own
Wolves cry like sheep
And on your sleeve your hearts still sewn

Can't comprehend the process of thought
Things flutter in and out but nothing's right
**** is thrown away before it's ever bought
You're ears aren't as prone as your sense of sight
So just take a second to think it through
Even if, in the end, it's not worth it
Everyone's taller but you never grew
So you accept your fate as it is
You never try to fight

You won't ever win with your mentality
You're so fickle with all your anxieties
You'll never learn, no nothing is registered
Because you're so numb and you float like a feather
I was there, yes I was waiting
To catch you when you left, you were falling
But no one accepts the help
Of the poor boy with no sense of self

I sat there, leaning back comfortably with my right leg draped over my left. My eyes were seemingly fixated of the dull glow of the television screen directly in front of me. I say seemingly because, even though it may have seemed like I was, I was not paying any mind to whatever imaged the screen offered me.
My mind rolled and humbly rumbled behind my unmoving eyes as all I could think of was you, sitting next to me, your right leg brushed against my left and with your right hand gently grasping my left. As I sat and thought about a conversation that was definitely due to come up very soon, you laughed and I was temporarily awakened to the present moment.
A man on the television was walking around with a bucket on his head through a crowd of people, desperately trying to remove it and had resorted to slamming his own head against the side of a table. None of the people even payed him any mind and just watched in silent neutrality as he harmed himself over and over with the help of that table. I smiled weakly and let out a slight "ha" but inside I was stirred by the scene.
Why would no one help the man? Why was he left to his own devices even though he was clearly in no position to be allowed to do this? Why didn't even one person just tell him to hold still while they plucked that bucket off of his head?
I let the thoughts pass through the corridors of my brain as I again drifted into the part of it that mattered more. The conversation we had to have had to do with the fact that we had to discuss the future of our being together. You're going away to college for the semester and I'm stuck here with a ****** job that I've yet to find and a lonely disposition that never seems to want to let up. I like you a lot; your innocence, your face, your body, your voice, your genuinely uplifting cadence of voice. But I'm not sure this can last. I've heard time and time again, though I've never experienced the situation myself for fear of definite failure, that long distance relationships never end nicely. I don't want us to end on a bad note like so many other girls who I've had the displeasure of calling my own. I want us to be good friends, if not lovers, because you're too good of a person not to have in my life. Though that may sound selfish, I don't believe it so because when you say things like "I miss you" and "You make me so happy" I'm forced to believe it because I can't imagine you would ever lie. To me, especially and in general, I think it's doubtful. You're too sweet, genuine and beautiful to lie. And lying is an ugly thing.
On that note I'm not sure if I'm willing to give us a try once you pack your bags and head to the country. I'm sure when we talk we'll be able to iron this thing out fully but for now all the thoughts tumbling in my head are enough to make anyone a little crazy. So I think I'll just grip your hand a little tighter, move in a little closer and peck your cheek to let you know that everything's going to be okay.

The wind blew
The trees danced
The sky dreamed
The sun slept

The girl saw
And then sat
She thought of
That one place

Where everything was right
Sweet, kind, bright
The place where
Time seemed slow

And space infinite
Everyone loved her
They all laughed
And told her

Exactly how much
They loved her

But she knew
She was asleep

His mother was a nice
Girl
Her father used to hit her
A lot
Leaving bruises
Bumps and
Scars
Called her names
Like ****
*****
*****
And would hit her
Again
And Again
He would always say
Sorry
But then
He would
Keep hitting
Her

His father was a good
Boy
He played sports well
All of them
Basketball
Football
Baseball
Soccer
But he never really got his chance
To shine
Because he got hurt
And was put up in the hospital
Because he was
Bleeding
From the inside
And then his father's
Father
Went to jail
He was in and out
All the time
But when he was 17
He went to jail
And never came back out
Until
He died

The boy was very sensitive
Sensitive to people's
Feelings
And emotions
His mother would scream at him
For nothing in particular
And the boy would
Cry
In his room
Alone
And wish it would all go away
But when he got a little bit
Older
As time passed and people
Came and went
His parents were always
Fighting
Always
Never a dull moment
Always
Obscenities
Deafening words
More crying
More
Emotions
Flooding the gates
Of his
Eyelids

Have patience with me,
I'm an aged relic, a distant memory,
to catch up takes all I can be,
please, be patient and keep me company.

I want to be with you,
more than what this world could offer,
I would forsake it,
Just for a day with you.

Person Number One
Looks at
Person Number Two

Person Number Two smiles and
Moves a little bit
Closer

Person Number One returns the
Smile
And inches
Even
Closer

Person Number Two closes their eyes and
Puckers their lips
Leans in
And

Person Number One closes their eyes
Just the same
And, wouldn't you know it
Puckers and leans

Person Number Two's lips touch
Person Number One's
And they share
That first
Kiss

Smiles all 'round
Both of their faces alight
Thoughts of happy futures and
Secure days
Ahead

Fast forward
A year or so

Person Number One slams their car door shut
Gets out
Walks through a
Large parking lot
No one around
Except Person Number Two

Person Number Two rushes
Politely
Toward Person Number One
Her heels make little
clickclickclicks
As she moves closer and
Closer in

They are five feet apart now
Person Number One smiles
Person Number Two's heels clickclickclick
And as sure as they do
Person Number One and Person Number Two
Stride, slide and click
Right
Past eachother
Without even a
Second
Glance

My tie was straight,
My suit was clean,
And my hair was neatly combed.
I entered the car
Complete with parents
Desperately feeling alone.

My mom spoke words
I could not hear,
Over the sound of her natural nag.
I would never tell her,
I could never tell her,
How she could be such a hag.

Her controlling ways,
Her pessimistic view,
How she will always nip and pick.
And when I argue,
Even just a little tad,
She makes me to be the ****.

I am sworn to a book,
Bound with leather
To serve it with my life.
Although I doubt it,
I don’t believe that
It will cause more than strife.

It caused pain,
It caused suffering,
As it spread across the masses.
But truly it failed,
The Way is torched,
By those heinous *******.

But I will suffer through,
A life of monotony,
For it is the only life I know.
This life is mine,
This cross is mine,
To put on a happy show.

I will smile at people,
I will pass through
As people scoff at me.
I will never tell them,
That my religion
Is actually killing me softly.