"I think you need an auto cut off if you stay on too long."

"I'm going to get you to get started at four AM."

"Sometimes you taste too strong."

"You're not as hot as you're supposed to be."

"Your cord is too short."

"You really need a filter."

"I know you do them all, Columbians, the whole Breakfast Club, the Doughnut Shop and more."

When i was 8,

my mother told me,

not to play with broken things

or else i'd get hurt.

When i turned 15 and broke my phone screen

she scolded me on not wanting to get it fixed

and even more so when i cut my finger on the glass,

as she carefully bandaged it up.

But when i left with you

and came home alone the same day;

my tear stained face,

smelling heavily of alcohol and coercion.

all she could do is hold me close

and gently bandage the wound

as i realized that her words

didn't only apply to inanimate objects.

the saddest poem

is the one that's never finished,

lines left unedited

or unwritten.

thoughts left unmade

art left half-finished,

a sketch in a dusty notebook

where the pages have rotted.

the saddest poem

is the one that's never finished,

the one that's never gotten to finish its life.

the one that never got to breathe.

the saddest poem is the one

that stays left in your hard drive

or scribbled on a sticky note,

unable to touch strangers' hearts

with a few words.

the saddest poem

is the one that was never finished.

one day we looked at each other

and saw more than the cover for the first time

so we looked underneath and discovered a novel

wild and unruly with twists and turns

and one day we looked at each other

and placed the cover back where it belonged

~~~

#challenge #poetry #love

You fell in love

with my pretty flower petals

clueless to my roots underground

So when the storm came,

and the frost took its hold

you were nowhere to be found

~e.h.

@FiaA

Thanks for the challenge!

#flower #love #onesidedlove

In a certain slant of light, you look just like

how I always imagined he would, the exact

combination of all the things I've ever wanted.

The thing is, I may be a little in love with the mole

behind your right ear. I wonder if she kisses it like

I would.

@FiaA

3 days since you said those three words

Point-blank, you shot me down while I was formless,

1 thought in my head, bare and moonlit be-

4 you, the 

1 who won my heart.

5 times my hands rose from their graves, vitalized by sele-

9 in your breath, never

2 fall again, defying the laws of phy-

6. Only

5 times I've spoken to you, and those

3 words fell from you like bones,

5 times too soon, please deliber-

8! --but you don't listen, you and your sele-

9 tongue.

I'm not a perfect person

But I do know where I stand.

I'll always toe the line there,

With words or with my hand.

"Code Blue ER, Code Blue ER" the overhead wailed Monday morning. I had the top drawer of the crash cart passing medications and I'd better get it right. The tiny girl of eight had been ran over by a driver near the school. This one was especially tough because of her age and trauma as we adjusted lung capacity, IV fluids and the depth of CPR. We tried our best to be cool and save this child's life as we shook inside. She was so white, unconscious and limp as her pupils began to dilate. Tearful cries and shear panic could be heard outside "trauma one" all the way to the waiting area. Tears and prayers flowed.

Forty minutes passed.

 "OK, get her to ICU"

She sits up in bed finishing off a Snickers bar brought by her loving visitors. She's allergic to peanuts. "Code Blue! Pediatrics! Code Blue!"