My suspect heart won’t let me rest
It thinks and thinks
And pokes and prods
When things are too good to be true.
A saving grace that sometimes
Is lightly begrudged.
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Keepsake Heart
Can you not reveal your heart to me?
Must I delve in there myself?
I wish I could tell you…
I’m set to run,
I’ll cut off and run,
And not look back.
I’ll look obsessively over my backup plans
I always have.
I’ll recite the pros and cons,
Have a proactive case of sour grapes,
I don’t know any other way…
To keep my heart
from being taken
Only to have it handed back
Emptier than it was before.
Betwixt
Betwixt the troubles
That came in twos
Each desirable in different ways.
One no more desirable than the other.
Each with their own admirable complexities…
Each with their own questionable
perplexities…
One that gnaws and gnaws
Until a soft spot found.
The other nuzzles quickly
Without a sound.
Each perfect to themselves.
But which will my fickle, wounded heart choose?
Which will choose me in return as I am?
The mystery
For every wish that petulantly pouts upon my lips…
There is a blessing that soothes away the questioning
But the heart is ever young and ever ardent in its tantrums
And yet Time patiently guides
And shows in glimpses
The mystery
Of why things happened
The way they did.
Resolute
Time in trying
to burnish this heart
noticed no matter what
the seams still showed
the cracks still faintly glowed
All the darkness had been drained
and the edges all glued with hope
And still,
obstinate
it remained
resolute
in its
flaws.
Take a piece
It’s so soft…so ripe…so ready….all open
May I pluck it?
Keep it stashed away?
Promise to give you mine
But only if i can wrench yours out
Will it squirm to leave?
Will it writhe in pain?
Will you shush its cries?
Will you deny its scars
The ones it can’t seem to hide so well?
You’ve been hurt, I can see it.
And yet… There you hold it in your hands…
It’s slid from your sleeve and into your tear stained palms…
You hold it out so bravely… With abandon…. With perhaps a stupid stupid naivete…stupid.
Its turned away so i can’t quite see that it’s still bleeding…. That a part of it is still waiting….pulsating
I had no intention of ever staying.
Solace
Why is solace so
singularly sad
yet uplifting
in its hushed solitude?
is it not then
we hear the lilting
melodies of our hearts?
Why is silence
sought out
when the wind
hushes
for no one
and whispers
no names but
those we keep
secret and close
to our heart of hearts?
How could it be more tender
in any other way?
Why would I want
a pain loved so truly
by solemness
shared in any other way?
supposedly
supposedly
things get better
the very moment you give up
the very moment you out loud deny
that there’s even the slightest chance of seeing light
the very moment your heart says “no that’s it…no more.”
supposedly things get better
but until they do
all i can do is stare the hands down
as they tick away the time to supposedly:
that unannounced moment when things will somehow magically become better
and i no longer will have to only suppose.
Pendulum
pendulum
to and fro
to and fro
along with the
beats of a heart
in throes
of wandering woe
pendulum
to and fro
to and fro
tapping along
a life’s time that
ticks by me
before my very eyes
pendulum
to and fro
to and fro
stopping quite still
to only mock with
with your dullish gold face
smirking away at my
misty-headed misery
Dawning
keep your fingers crossed
your heart open
your vision willing
your dreams real
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keep your smile secret
your heart willing
your vision sure
your dreams strong
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keep your eyes dry
your heart strong
your vision unblurred
your dreams from fleeting
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keep your head up
your heart patched up
your vision realistic
your dreams as dreams
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