Where did it fly -

your heron?

The one on the pond by the ice cream

shop - the franchise,

not either of the good ones -

with that pretty willow dressing the

froggy water like

a bridal veil, or

the shaggy locks and beard

of some Green Man,

all wizened and kind

and full up with your

stories and lessons.

We watched it fish

with far more deftness than either of us had,

our faces all sticky,

but it vanished - so,

I thought -

But I know

someone now

all wise and kind who

grows better greens

than a Forest Sprite,

loves froggy ponds

and stories and ice cream

from, wherever, but

preferably the good places

and certainly with rainbow sprinkles,

and she'd look fine

in a bridal veil,

if she'd acquiesce

to willow shade

over her eyes,

and she and I

roll around each other

getting

our faces all sticky.

So, I think,

Grandpa,

your heron landed

in my sheets.

maybe i’m a child

in the head

with a heart still set

on fairy tales,

but i know that love

is soft, like silk

and warm sands

and i know that hate

is coarse, like waves

on jagged rock

maybe i’m a child

in the heart

with a head still stuck

in day dreams,

but i know that love

is not these waves

in my chest

or these rocks

in my lungs,

and i know that hate

is not the child

in my head

and my heart,

day dreaming

of silk

and warm sands.

There are no easy answers

No right or wrong to guide

Listen to your heart, gut

"Cute" isn't always EVERYTHING

Heartbreak happens

Very few things are PERMANENT

Be true to you

I may cry, but you can always

Talk to me

Be safe

And anytime you want to

Pretend to be three again,

I'm DOWN!!  :)

She sucked in a breath, or tried to, in the midst of the black water. The ocean was everywhere, in her head, up her nose, burning her eyes, strangling her lungs.

It was impossible to tell which way was up, and she struggled, lightning bolts of terror flashing through her writhing body. She couldn't tell if those were snakes wrapping around her, or her own red hair. 

The water seemed to be pressing in on her.

But suddenly, she broke the surface, gasping in air as if she had never breathed.

As her pounding heart slowed, she gazed around, shock widening her eyes. She saw another world, one with black, twisted trees and a blood-red sky.

Fear pounded at her heart.

Were those eyes watching her? Or merely fireflies?

A shadow broke apart from the black trees, approaching the edge of the crystal water. 

It studied her with impossibly violet eyes, she was mesmerized by them, so much so that she couldn't tear her gaze away.

The being gasped silently, then whispered one word.

"Princess?"

I like to go for a swim sometimes

Knowing very well what it

Entails.

I float on my back

Until time rings a bell.

Once in a while,

I drown under mighty waves,

Only to re-emerge

Stronger than before.

Siddiqui

Precarious feelings encased

In papier-mache and plaster.

Fissures erupt when bludgeoned,

Forewarning imminent disaster.

Scornful contents trickling

Through deliberate sanity breaches.

For each batter and fracture inflicted

Bears witness to blighted teachings.

Now, seeping and seething, the rupture

Unleashes all diabolical passions.

Teacher, gaze upon the savage revealed

To view the product of your aggression.

what comes after us

when you've found

another heart 

to break

and i'm left here

wondering why 

my broken pieces

weren't good enough