I have crossed over a river or two

I have crossed over a river or two,

And once athwart the ocean blue.

A pair of tracks for a train to ride,

Roads that dashed lines do divide.

But over time I held much inside.

A friend crossed my path one day,

But never did return to my dismay.

My heart was crossed by a few chaps,

Yet soon their coming began to relapse.

They were lost along the path, perhaps.

A newborn strength was possessed,

As no distress was seen expressed.

For to my heart did I adhere,

And it would never be unclear.

Yet I hurt more than I appeared.

I crossed over a river or two,

Wishing to sink and bid adieu.

Athwart the ocean blue I went,

And my survival did I lament.

Of cars and trains I had crossed

I hoped the brakes would exhaust.

In spite of that, I fear the depths of demise

So do not fret; one day the sun will arise.

‘Tis true I had a dalliance with a man but twice below my age

‘Tis true I had a dalliance with a man but twice below my age.

His demure façade followed a ferrous object’s unfolding flight

And magnetized me with a field of charges so abiding, so strong.

That day I carelessly sat in my quaint bungalow just south of North Dakota

When the discordant crunch of leaves outside clattered within my ears.

‘Twas then that I peered through the frostbitten window and felt his force.

My mind dissipated and my heart was lost within his comely stature.

Inside I knew this desire was immoral for he was in a state of efflorescence:

His face held the rosy cheeks of a child; his eyes gleamed with innocence.

I stealthily slipped across the room and to the door to take a closer look.

His halcyon smile glimmered through the dimness of the winter evening.

It too glimmered through the dimness of the lonely world in which we stood.

I walked outside and made my first and sole blunder that forever remains in regret.

Beside the path we sat on stones withered down by much time and disaster,

And without thought I turned to him and foolishly professed for him my love.

But more foolishly than this, and that which I regret, was my abrupt escape.

I fled from the stones on which we sat upon the path and away from him.

I ran inside and closed my eyes and I cried and cried and cried!

I feared I’d forever change once I professed all my heart held inside.

Now I sit in my quaint bungalow just south of North Dakota and hide.

Hello, World

Hello, World,
What can I do ya for?
Ya hungry?
I see you've got little in your core.
Ya broke?
Don't worry, I help the poor
Regardless of any reward.
Are you all right?
You're looking mighty sore.
Your green and blue figure isn't so bright anymore.
Your skin is grey furthermore.
Your heart is cold.
Should I tell you more?
Well your heart is cold, but so is mine.
It's shaking and shivering inside.
But mine lacks hope
While yours needs more.
You need some peace and love in your core.
Stop fighting so; forget the war.