It Burns Slowly

 He lives with the light at the end of his square- with the end of his cigarette. He thinks with the fire at the tip of his cigarette. His thoughts are of her only. Over her he has no power- her whims, her thoughts are her own. She's leaving here to go to her own home. He lights another cigarette. This fire he knows he can control. He smokes the leaf that kills it's soil- it soaks up all that's around. It's a weed in its own home. He longs for something more than what he has. He lights another square. He wont let the flame go out. The flame is his life- the closest thing to life he has. The ash floats. The butt burns. His thoughts are of her. He waits for her shift to end as the tip of his cigarette burns. He yearns. He yearns for something more, for something he does not have- something he cannot control. His thoughts are of her. He's on his last cigarette. The butt burns. 

He’s by Himself

That girl will be the death of me. Definitely. An island unto himself, this is me. A planet with no orbit, a drop in the sea. I figured it be like this, similar to swing and miss. A goodbye without a kiss. What’s a friend anyway? I thought I knew. She did too. Sunsets over the lake. A heart destined to break. Who’s feelings were fake? His were real. Hers were too. What’s a friend anyway? Damn, I thought I knew.

Friendly Advice

Hey, friend. I see you’re thinking hard. Let me give you some advice. I’m sure it’ll help. It might help you forget to remember. It may help you remember to forget. I see you’re thinking hard. It may abolish your worries. Can I give you some advice? Don’t thank me. I just want to help. Friend, what’s on your mind? Stop thinking so hard. Mountains and moll hills, that’s what it is. Hey, friend, take it easy. No worries. Hey, friend. Let me give you some advice. Listen. 

Sort

I know her name. She knows mine. I cannot tell a lie, this woman is cute- as cute as cute can be. Her hug’s grip was that of a vice. Her hug’s grip was tight. Is it too much to say I love her? I think I have a crush. Married with children - that’s her alright. Married with children. Love her? I just might. It’s night and it’s her I’m thinking of. Her hair is straight. She’s awfully skinny, but this works for her. Her hug was like a vice. I had to catch my breath. I know she felt it. Right? She’s a friend- a friend of mine. She’s awfully cute. I wish I could see her, even just for one more time. I know her name and she knows mine. I know her name. Her name is fine. 

Forgiven?

She asked me to come, so I did. She did not ask me to stay. I did not. Who is at fault? Is there anyone to blame? The answer to that depends on who you ask. She said it was natural, so natural for me. She was telling the truth. Maybe I'm not the one for you. Maybe I'm not. Can we go back to being friends? Can we? Go back? We were too forward. We were in like. We acted as though it was love we were in. Was it? Is it? I hope there's no hard feelings. It was only a cigarette- a cigarette from a girl with blonde hair. Blame me for being natural. I am to blame. Forgive me for being natural. I pray it doesn't hurt. 

Welcome Home. Hello?

  Allow me to be the first to say "Hello and welcome." Welcome to the land of milk and honey and syrup- maple and corn. Welcome to the land of bottled water and chlorine. Welcome to the land of plenty, the land of percent. Here resides the hungry. Here resides the strong. Welcome I tell you- welcome. Welcome to the land of real-estate, to premium property. Welcome to the land of the homeless. Welcome to the land of McDonald's, to Subway. Welcome to the land of plus-sized women in plus-sized clothing. Welcome. Welcome to the land of the transient, the land of the vagabond. Welcome to the land of the free, to the land of bondage and debt. Welcome to the land of capitol, to the land of endless liability. Welcome to the land of the instant message ignored. Welcome to the land of the divorced. Welcome to the land of the happy couple- happy for now. Welcome to the land of children aged twenty and up. Welcome to the land of abundance, to the land of never enough. Welcome to the land of the damned, to the land of the blessed. Welcome to the land of melatonin gummies, of coffee. Welcome to the land of moving stars, of idling cars. Welcome to the land of the clean, of the dirty. Welcome to the land of choice. Welcome to the land of litter. Welcome to the land of cigarette butts and cigarillo packs. Welcome to the land of saggy flesh in bikinis. Welcome to the land of one night stands, of never and forever. Welcome to the land where the only contradiction is you. Welcome.. Hello?  

Absolutely

  I do not feel bad for what I did. It's really that simple. I do not feel any remorse whatsoever. Is this wrong? Is it wrong that I choose to work on myself, to better myself? Is it wrong that I refuse to be a part of something that is wrong? Is it wrong for me to have a desire to become something better than what I am now, for me to grow? Is it wrong that I am an adult? Is it wrong to believe happiness is overrated? Is it wrong to choose who or what I let influence my actions? Is it wrong to manipulate my environment to achieve success? Is it wrong to love and let go? Is it wrong to make the right choice? Is it wrong to listen to God? Is it wrong to be strong? Absolutely not.