Riding in Circles

I guess they too often leave without saying goodbye
Person...
Animal...
Place...
All a likeness
A moving, functioning organism
That doesn't consider me the same
Or
That is taken by force
That fights to return
That apologizes profusely
And attempts again
And again
And again
Oh, try for me!
Stay in this life for me!
Fence yourself in on this side for me...
Nomad of a soul
Something, please, remain concrete!
Some thought, please, direct me!
Some locksmith, please, release me!
Let me roam
And show me the ropes
At the chance it may happen again
And at the certainty that it never will
I've never been well on the whole
With being alone
Be discreet with me
Be kind to me
Hold me up on your shoulders to see
What the tops of these mountains are like
May they be roadblocks no more
And may this new path lead me to reason
And not to the same bloody fairground again
You now what they say
About amusement rides
They are all round
And circles can move
Only one way
Be the bicycle
Not the Carousel horse
This time...

Save the Sighs

If I had not
Been so foolish
Trusted so much, in so little time
Written my journal in the public eye
Maybe this heart would still have love
As it is, this organ does serve its purpose
Pumps and throbs
But to no avail
To no product, save blood
And my consistent, aching frustration
An idea to let it die
A few remnants of the sharp tongue
That surrounded he and I
And those stumblers who think they are the ones who can save me
Well, they are surely not
See a broken heart
See an empty room
And fill it with their beds and their shelves and their...
Woes... oh, woe is me
To have given a piece
Yet again, not preserving For those more deserving
For those who spurn learning for love
I say I've finally found
That this world is too cold
And still attempt my small spark
To the same bitter realization
That it won't survive
That I won't survive
Not in cold, dark minds
Not in flighty hearts
Not in comforting
Not in anything...
Save the sighs

Handshake

A handshake turns tables
Turns into identifiable trouble
If I can stay afloat
If I can keep my head above the below
Watery suffocating grave of an emotional downfall
If my legs and arms are strong enough
If I can shoulder only my own name
The weight of a nothing sort of wish and an uncertain though
And a, "Please, don't fuck this up."
Could make an anchor of empty bones
And a heart, light, filled up of nothing
Kept out on a sleeve
For no protection and all the world to see
A chilled heart and a warm arm
Is the bargain I dealt myself
Was that what they all meant?
When they said go for your pleasure
When they said be careful if you want to drink and walk
If you want to fall and drive
Nothing inhibits over a drink like the awkward warmth you most certainly gave
I don't know who you are, brother
And I'm afraid to find out
I don't have any grounds to express myself
Nor would I know how
Because the gender scaled thought process makes your thoughts
Equal not to my purposes
You think what you will
I'll have my quiet say about it
And accept the repercussions