Four Letter Word
Love and Hate
Two sides of the same coin
Toss it up in the air
Which way will it land today?
Fate decides
It calls it heads or tails
Watch it spin
Until it hits the ground with a clang
Four letter words
Love and Hate both
Polar opposite emotions
Yet both one and the same
©Heather Ann
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Obsessive Compulsive Disaster
Obsession and compulsion
A broken record on repeat
It disrupts my days
And eats away
At my sanity
Intrusive thoughts relentless
Uncontrollable and inflicting punishments
Punishments akin
To those of sin
My own personal Hell
Disruption in the circuitry
A faulty wiring of the mind
Sends without my permission
Distorted transmissions
To my body, compulsively controlled
©Heather Ann
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Holiday Magic
The holidays,
A time of year that feels most magical
There's something special about it
It's almost as if nothing bad can happen during it
Beyond the delicious food and bountiful presents,
There is caring, consideration for others
Thinking of them before yourself
The holidays,
A time of year that inspires giving
And brings out the love in us all
Throughout this time, family is the foremost thing on my mind
All I can think of
Is what I can do to make them happy
Whether it's with a longed for present,
Or just a warm hug to show I care
The holidays,
A beautiful time of year
To My Love
She awakens each morning unaware of the truth, goes to the mirror and applies her concealer.
She must hide her shame, wash the pain from her eyes.To the world she is perfection, an unwavering disguise.
You will never see the ghosts she hides inside bottles. You can’t see the scars and the lies that she’s carved.
Hidden in her skin lives every sin and mistake, a painful reminder to never let down her gates.
If she could only see the truth, those walls would crumble. Every stripe she has earned is the mark of a warrior.
Her strength is incalculable, far beyond my comprehension. Her beauty is a blinding light, a beam of pure ascension.
She is not perfection. She is no god to be worshipped, nor would she want it. Her desires are much more simple.
She seeks to be seen, to love and be loved in return. To let go and give in, without fear of a burn.
She has won my heart and all the love I have to give. I can only hope one day she will see me and accept it.
So I’ll wait here, just outside the castle walls, until truth smashes through and you realize,
You. Are. Beautiful.
you are an ocean
freckles color your face
like. jagged. rocks.
protecting the sea of green and blue
swirling in your eyes:
hushed waves calling—“tame me”
yet a softness unknown to the ocean
before lies underneath
my finger sails between the rocks
carefully navigating across
your
face
gliding along... the outline of your nose
and
docking at your lips.
every inch of you feels as
expansive and beautiful as
the ocean;
and my heart longs to voyage
and discover the
mysteries
lying beneath your surface...