Jon Heath - Whatever.

Oyster lives his life in the dark Never fully understanding the chaos around him Day and night the same, he lacks purpose except to keep living And the world continues as he sits in lonely seclusion Solitary confinement, life imprisoned Until the day a harsh tide blows a tiny spec of Sand into his universe Scratchy, uncomfortable, welcomed Sand has a new forever, and Oyster a companion for life. The two begin a matrimony that is neither seen nor understood The busy world around completely unaware Sometimes Oyster gets irritated with Sand Often Sand feels suffocated by Oyster But one never thinks about living without the other The years are hard, the daily grind unrelenting But they are building a future together. One day, the Oyster stretches it's body after a long nap And lets a single ray of full moon's grace into it's home And the reflection from Sand is blinding The world gets a glimpse of Sand's true beauty And it is revealed wh

I close my eyes, and immediately start to create Falling into a chasm, passing through time and space I can't stop rubbernecking all of my past mistakes They're painted like hieroglyphics on the walls of this cave The disappointments are flowing like a river of shame My body dives in and immediately starts to ache Feeling like an empath, every emotion has its place Chains wrapped around me tied to a concrete base Making it an impossible struggle to win the oxygen race I can't seem to pinch myself to see if I can wake And the blood in my mouth is leaving a metallic taste As my fear and adrenaline bite a hole in my face Suddenly snapping out of it my body begins to shake The real world comes into view, heart beating at an incredible pace To my right, i see my daughter lending me all of her grace Though my sweat's covering my face like little salty drapes She hugs my shoulder, giving me her loving embrace And saying "Daddy, everything is okay."

Haddie First off, you should know your father is an idiot In the same way a person who has never found love, but loves to give love advice is an idiot In the same way politicians giving out new rules to live by but haven’t lived a real life themselves are idiots In the same way people who believe in anything to be true without doing their own critical thinking are idiots What I’m saying is that this is new to me too And if it seems as if I’m relying on the Disney channel to teach you along the way it’s because... I mean... it helps. When I was younger I didn’t understand why my parents used to answer my questions with “because”  But now when you look at me with those wondering eyes, I have to settle for the failures of previous generations, because I’m an idiot Haddie, I’m sorry my mouth doesn’t understand how to teach you balance That’s why parents have training wheels But don’t think it’s lack of trying on my part On the inside is an intricate web of informa

They say time is a flat circle which sounds right to me because  When I take my clock off the wall and set it on the ground It’s very plain to see that life is a piece of paper My pencil circles around until  I whittle it to the nub and the lead makes a cracking sound As I get older, the shape of my soul becomes more defined Broken love and unfulfilled dreams weigh heavy on my mind  I think emotions are the circles unsure of where they begin or end Thoughts are an unfinished email and I’m afraid to hit send Combined with an unhealthy diet that turns me into an oval mess I can’t help but wonder how the figure 8’s handle stress Have they never had bad luck? Is their story a Cliff note? Does sunshine pour out of their pores naturally? Do they even own a coat? Why does life hand one man a dollar and another a penny How can someone not write a story yet others have so many? If we were to undress a figure 8 with a nice pick up line or maybe a couple of drinks

Love is supposed to be a thrill ride. You fasten your seatbelt, and speed to the park in hopes that today you’ll find that one roller coaster that rips your head back and shoves excitement and bliss down your throat. The type of happiness you experience when two bodies collide under the stars and you don’t have to worry about anything more than rolling down the hill and losing grasp of the other. The type of joy you get when your favorite team catches a Hail Mary and you throw your hands up to celebrate and you don’t even spill your beer. The type of smile that pours out of your soul when the baby tiger cub reaches his furry paw out to fist bump your three year old daughter, and you watch her face light up like the streetlights in my old neighborhood at sunset. Love is supposed to be a great movie. The one where the guy finds that one girl he’d do anything to be with, including letting her have the floating door even when he’s freezing in the water. Or the one where the w

My thoughts are carbon copies, I'm afraid to forge my way My mental journey can be described as a three lane highway I've seen life's Heaven, as well as its Hell The left lane is exciting, but potentially chaotic as well The right lane is a sludge, the cars struggling through sand No, the middle lane is my safety net, don't deviate from the plan The left lane could make me happy, but that foreign feeling is scary The right lane is merging anxiety, a burden no-one should have to carry The driver's side window filled with fast heartbeats, and mental cocaine The passenger side is usually only bad vision and heavy rain I'm scared of being happy, scared of being sad Scared of not being respected, scared of becoming my Dad Yes, the middle lane is safest, cruise control with no worry So why do I still get cut off by everyone in such a hurry? Why is my copilot looking at me like that? Why do I feel like my peripheral is under attack? Sure, I could go ar

They can't see how frail I am The little ones behind me, too young to forge their own path Expecting me to guide them  But I can't let them see me glancing at the map Fearful of what lies ahead But they can't know I haven't been down this road before The sounds startle the little ones But if I jump, the little anxious hands will only tremble more So I internalize my fear Oh, they focus on my every move and twitch I must protect the little ones And guide them through this wondrous world without a hitch If even one foul finger were to slip by me And graze a little cheek The seed of doubt would be planted The fear, and acknowledgement of being weak So stay close, little ones For there's nothing we can't conquer together But keep your eyes focused Cause I know I can't be here to protect you forever. You're only a little one for so long And soon you'll have to forge your own way You'll grow your own insecurities Y