Sometimes The Heart Is Cruel

Sometimes the heart is cruel

Falling into love at the drop of a hat

And breaking

Just as quickly.

Yearning after that someone

That hurt it once before

But you forgave

Anyway.

Sometimes the heart is cruel,

Ignoring the mind’s plea for mercy

And going on,

Only to get hurt once more,

Knowing no fear,

But that of being

Alone.

Sometimes the heart is cruel,

Pleading with the mind

For someone- anyone!

To take away

The unbearable loneliness.

To find the one

That will be there

Always

Credit to Holly Black

Just Look

Expressions as fleeting

As a freak thunderstorm

Fly across my face

While I savor them

Deeply

Inside.

Not given to judgment,

Or instant dislike,

But she

Just rubs me

The wrong

Way.

A constant irritant,

Prone to

Contradictions,

Making my poor

Head

Ache.

Anger flares,

A strange feeling,

But soon gone,

Leaving me empty,

Once

More.

Only to be reminded

Of the pain left behind

The next day

When it happens

Again

And again.

The only thing I ask

Is a

constant.

Why can’t she

Just

Look? 

Credit to Holly Black

Fish Out Of Water

Floundering
A fish in air
Cannot breathe
The same is said
For me

My air is love

I breathe in hugs

To speak I give

But what am I to do

When deprived?

What is the answer?
Sugar and sweet

Help me forget

The need to breathe

For a moment or two

When I am sad,

I suffocate
The air-it isn't
Tangible

It feels as though

I am drowning

Where I am not a fish

The sea is full of color

I cannot appreciate

The color all around me

Is like the air I breathe

It exists, but I cannot tell

To open my eyes

I burn my lungs

So even though
The air is there

I suffocate

Like a fish

Out of water

The Many Kinds of Super

Everyone loves the super hero.

The one who saves the day?

Beyond human powers

To look up to

Idolize

Adore

Every power

Takes time

Nurturing

Growth

I wish I were super

To be a knight

Polished, shining armor

Or a hero

Even with the spangles

And the underwear

The thing about heroes

They have challenges too

But on a different level-

Anything is possible

I wish to save myself

Strength

Love

Trust

Human qualities

In great quantities

Are super

Emotional

Or physical

Muscles

Each takes work

And perseverance

For strength

If I get muscles

Or powers

What might I do?

The choice would be

For me or for you?

Foundations

When building a house

Or planting a tree

You start with little things

One corner stone

One little seed

There is a magic

Of the Earth

That allows a seed

The size of a speck of dust

To become a tree

With roots

As large as

Giant’s legs

They are dug into the ground

A corner stone

A very large piece

Is merely one step

To a marvelous work

And a wonder

Roots and stones

Do not often mix

But they each are

Foundations

In order to live

And to be happy

One must live upright

Not crumpled in

Or falling over

The start of growth

Is a seed of small size

But this seed becomes

As we become

Something greater

A marvel,

And a wonder

We must be founded

In good earth

In level places

Where we can stand

And never fall

Roots

The Earth starts life out small

A seed can grow to be a tree

That tree takes years to grow

And in the end, it will stand tall

Such a miracle is a seed

It starts so small

But when it is founded

In good, healthy surroundings

There is a chance for so much more

Roots on trees grow so large

They are the size of giant legs

Healthy roots are the survival

Of the tree

People are like trees in their needs

They start out small

But in order to grow

They must have roots

Family is one root

Another is a friend

Consistency, familiarity

These keep us safe

Once we leave the nest

We must uproot ourselves

And still find our happiness

So we must create new roots

Time and care are necessary

A sense of security

To keep us thriving

And standing upright

There is pain in life

And growing new roots

Taking the time for ourselves

Letting mistakes happen

And learning all the way

Radar Heart

Radar readings are normal
Nothing new to see
Droning lines
Boring
But then-
A reading.

Is it a sign of life?
Someone in the stars?
Wait for more
We will see
If it means anything

Avid staring eyes
Blue and brown and green
All are hoping
Life has been found
There can be joy

The one and only question
Is this reading true?
Is there hope
Or is there just a blip?

Am I just a blip
On your fancy tech?
An aberration
A miracle
The question is
Am I a blip?