Fragmented

We often look at the heart as though it is singular

Alone

And ours.

A heart is not just a heart

There are chambers

And different pieces

That work together.

These pieces are given to others when their heart needs help.

And you get pieces of others when your heart is getting too small.

A heart is hard to take care of

And we often must give pieces away

Even though we know we may not get it back.

A heart is a heavy burden

But the heavier it is the stronger we become.

There are so many people who have caged up their heart

Let it be alone

And slowly let it die.

Too many zombies are among us today

Trying to take away our pieces of heart

And even the pieces that don't belong to us.

It's scary

But it's worth it

"Because nothing lasts forever 

Some things aren't meant to be 
But you'll never find the answers 
Until you set your old heart free"

My heart is scattered and fragmented

and I don't have all the pieces anymore

but I got someone else's

so I'll make sure to take care of it.

isitnatural

 

     Nature has a weird way of going about.  It's designed

for self-destruction.  And what is considered "natural"

constantly changes, and people change their own view of nature

when in the end there is almost nothing natural in our day 

to day life anymore.  Yeah, there are trees on our campus

but we chose where they went.

     That's enough of that, I don't want to get too

rantful(?).  I guess nature and I have a bad relationship.

There are days where I love the same weather I hated,

days that the snow is a beauty and other days

where it only prohibits my desire to be with friends

by blocking the road.

 

     Y'know, I like the forest.  I like how things

work.  It doesn't mean that Nature and I can walk 

together without one finding fault in the other and

exposing it to the world.  I know how Nature

holds grudges, and they know that I get depressed

with Winter so they set me up on blind dates with

him all the time.

               Is it natural to have scorn for Nature?

               Is it Nature that hurts me?

               Does Nature have many methods to do so?

               And why, oh why is it natural for some to

not give a damn while I give too much of a damn?

 

"I want you so much

but I hate your guts"

  ~ Landfill by Daughter

^^^

my feelings for nature summed up in a song.

Which heart

I am not afraid of death.

Death is the inevitable goal for all of us.
A goal that I wish to achieve.

I want to see the day that my life ends
and I can look back without any regret
and know that I've made a difference.

There is a death, however
that I am terrified of.


So many people are worried about the end
worried about the day the heart in their chest just kinda



...stops



I'm scared of seeing a day
that I'm too busy keeping the heart in my chest beating
that I let the heart on my sleeve lose its pulse
like the rest of the old dreamers, forgotten lovers, and thriving corporate business owners.