Just Be My Honesty

Just Be My Honesty

Let me explain to you, my fictitious friend
What honest means to me
Take a moment between beginning and end
To comprehend and really see

Honest is truth and trust and pure
When I say be honest, be kind
I don’t want it to sound obscure
I don’t want lies to flood and fill my mind

Don’t pad your words and dull my thoughts
Keep your sugar-coated cliches
Firing off like little, unseen shots
Each manipulative and depraved phrase

Tell me the truth, just spit it out
Forget your needless sense of self-preservation
Just for a moment, don’t make me doubt
Your ability to adhere to a simple sensation

I can handle any words, any truth, in stride
I don’t need you to spare me pain
What I really cannot stand is when you lied
What is it you hope to gain?

I am stronger, more so than I look i’m sure
My heart can taking your beating
I might fall to desolate floors but I’ll endure
My trust in you should not be fleeting

So, when before me you stand
With wretched words long since planned
Please remember my simple demand
And then perhaps you’ll understand

Souls Lost in Stories

Souls Lost in Stories

If I poured my soul into every word
I’m just another messed up thing
If I bled for every word I spoke
You’d still bother me none the less

The words, they stopped rhyming
The flow seemed to cease
I saw you before me and shuttered a second
Looking back before a could breath

You weren’t what I expected, wanted or intended
I could have never planned for you
You came, you saw, you judged me unwanted
And you left along with a piece of me

I stand a look to where you once stood
Haunted by memories I can’t forsake
I move forward from this place
Because time supposed heals all wounds

I met another who caught my fancy
She filled my world with color and light
She seemed better for me than I thought at first
But then I fell to broken pieces still

She came, she saw, but I couldn’t contain
The mess inside that I tried to restrain
So she left like she was never there
And I stood alone once more

Time passed and my heart forgot
It forgot to love and forgot to want
People came and people went
Yet none of it seemed to spark or light

I shook hands and said the words
Then we walked out separate ways
Each one took a little hope
Until I was left empty and broke

Needless to say, I met you half-hearted
If a heart even still exists in there
But when I saw you something clicked
I could see it in your eyes

You were broken very differently
Yet you were broken just like me
You eyes had weight and your soul was shreds
Yet you smiled and poured it out to me

I couldn’t help but want for the contrast
I want and want for what I forgot to have
Whether it is love, lust or companionship
I want for what I’d never admit

Suddenly you breath life into my words
You offer solace with you eyes
The world, however bleak, continues to turn
And I smile in ways I never knew

Whether for a moment, a month or more
You offered something which I adore
Real hope of difference from before
A small piece of what I ‘m wanting for

Until tomorrow
Or when we meet
May my sorrow
Be what you seek

Beautifully Strange

Beautifully Strange

Dearest strange, yet wonderful girl
How you shine in our broken world
I’ve climbed to the top of raging seas
And laid beneath fading forests of trees
Yet you are more magnificent than these

Your eyes a light with the purest glow
Your voice the angels did bestow
You enchant without effort or cause
Your beauty transcends divine laws
Your soul I lust for without pause

Your mind the strangest puzzle, most unusual
The bond of thoughts we share is mutual
If I could live a thousand lives through
I surely never meet another such as you
For your beauty washes this world anew

Thought Difference, Indifferent

Thought Difference Indifference

I’m not at all psychotic
Not in the least
Perhaps a touch neurotic
But that’s a different beast

I say what comes to mind
And think how I do
Your words are quite unkind
This isn’t up to you

Perhaps I’m odd, strange or queer
Not that you’ve come to expect
But i’m certainly more than I appear
Give me a chance before you deject

Don’t call me crazy, I said no!
I may not see eye to eye
A lasting remnant from long ago  
But not the madness you imply

I am divergent
I am my own
This is urgent
My mind has grown

Call me crazy if you truly must
I am different, and that’s a plus

What NOT To Do When Shaking Someone’s Hand

I’ll start out by saying that I think the way you shake someone’s hand says a lot about you in a very short amount of time. I contributes immensely to the first impression you are giving them and, thus, is very important.

1. NO “dead fish” handshakes.
This is without a doubt the most important part. Do not go in with a limp hand that you frailly place inside theirs. Apart from feeling kind of awkward for them because they aren’t sure if you were trying to hold their hand or if you have some kind of problem with your hand muscles; it also sends a bad message. This says you feel inept. It screams that you are not confident and might be slightly scared of them. The gesture is timid and it feels like they could break you with a gentle squeeze. People are attracted to confidence and they trust it.

2. Avoid the “over gripper.”
I’m sure everyone has come across one of these lovely folks. That person (normally a guy) who goes in for a handshake with a giant smile on their face. They then proceed to squeeze your hand as hard as is humanly possible with their muscle mass. Apart from wondering what information they are trying to extract from you with the medieval torture device you can only assume is called the “Jaws of Life,” it makes them seem very self conscious. Over-gripping in a hand shake is normally caused by someone trying to show off how “macho” they are. They are obviously not very confident in themselves and they need other people’s pain to reassure them that they are tough. Sometimes, when two over-grippers engage in a gripping battle, the handshake can last an uncomfortably long time when they motionlessly try to decide who the more “macho” one is. This also makes a person seem like they lack confidence.

3. The lingering shake.
Much like this sounds, it is when you have a handshake and the person just doesn’t let go right away. A handshake is meant to be a quick, semi-formal greeting that shows respect and a certain level of trust. It is not meant to be a creepy length of time spent trying to pull away from someone. Much like hugs that last too long, it leaves open time where at least one party is wondering what is going on. This will negatively affect how they view and react to you both consciously and subconsciously. 

4. The “over-reacher” shake.
Ever shook someone’s hand and felt like they were trying to reach for your elbow? It is about as uncomfortable feeling as it sounds. Some people have it in their mind that a handshake is meant to be carried out by grabbing a person on the wrist or forearm. This is extremely awkward if you don’t expect it or see it coming, not to mention it looks really strange to onlookers. I suppose this could make you seem over-zealous or just plain odd.

A handshake is a very basic thing, but it is important to get it down. A good handshake should be firm, but not painful tight, last for between two and four shakes and end immediately after the last one. You should make eye contact while shaking someone’s hand and offer a small, non-creepy, smile.

Metallic Heart

Metallic Hearts 

If I could make this single, simple request
An alteration, if you will, below my breast
Take my broken heart and compress
Leaving me with metal in my chest

Mold it and morph it from its melancholy state
Remove the urge or need for love to sate
Take away my fear and the burden of hate
Then perhaps this pain can finally abate

This metallic form, better in every which way
Preventing my head from being led astray
Through words, its superiority is hard to convey
But at least I’d no longer suffer when you betray

I’d become un-phased by your passing disregard
My feelings spared and my body unmarred
I’d see no downside to my iron shard
From my heart, you’d be barred

Then I’d build walls so tall and vast
Defending from advances to the last
Finally, I’d forget my troubled past
I’d be stronger still, unsurpassed

I’d have no need for emotions or pain
I’d be lacking in want for gain
Steeled toward love I can’t obtain
Perhaps the only person that is sane

So, if you would, protect my heart
Give me metal and a fresh start
I think my request is rather smart
Better than to live with it torn apart

…but is life really lived without a heart?
Perhaps I’ll think further on that part.

Relenting Will

Relenting Will

I’ve wander miles far to long and vast
All to end up standing before you now
I take a breath and make my offer at last
Still you dismiss it and I wonder how

I tell you I’ve traveled the seven seas
Braved the waters and tamed the breeze
Mustered the courage to beg you please
And you deny me with such careless ease

I’ve climbed the mountains, every one
Stood atop each rigid and frightful peak
I list the things I’ve gone and done
Yet your answer seems so bleak?

I’ve fought off armies big and small
Leveled the ground and razed them all
Assaulted each castle and stormed each wall
You must know how my emotions, you enthrall

My eyes fall to the sullied ground
I stand among the broken now
You turn and leave without a sound
And all I feel is pain as you disavow

Despite the trials and tortures I endured
Still no hero has matured.

Wielding Words

Wielding Words

I am a warrior of the wayward world
Conjuring words like spells from parchment unfurled
Watch and wonder as reality swirls
Fear the power of wielding words

I am cloaked in an armor that is nigh indestructible
Shielded from lies and wandering eyes, incorruptible

I form weapons that are not to be believed
Issue orders to an army unseen
You, our enemy, have been deceived
There conquest I have foreseen

I am not limited by the might of metal
Or challenged by lack of fine fettle

Sharper than any forged or shaped blade of man
Stronger than the heaviest of trained hand
These words, my words, will leave a brand
And thus, wielding words, I command