Poets-of-The-Heart

I am not a person Who desires romance, Because I don't need it to be happy. Being in love with someone, Either romantically or physically, Is not that important to me. But I'm still perfectly capable of love So I'm not broken, frigid, or unlovable. I'm not a robot. I'm not confused. I'm not just focused on other things at the moment. I love my family, And I love my friends, In a familiar and platonic way. No matter what other people think, No matter what other people say, I don't see mating or dating As anything more Than a time-consuming hobby. I have nothing against it, But I'm just not interested in it. I will always be single, But free to hold my own life in my hands. I don't need to focus on romance, As it's not a priority in my life. There are lots of other things Waiting for me That suit my best interests at heart. Even if you don't understand, Please show respect for how I feel. Even though I don't want romance, I can take care of myself.

A nest on the porch Is home to baby robins That have bright red chests. The mother arrives With her beak full of worms for Her babies to eat. Their beaks wide open, They eagerly prepare to Have a nice supper. They chirp happily As the mother drops the worms Right into their beaks. The babies hatched from A strange kind of egg that is A bright shade of blue. Soon the babies grow To fly and sit upon trees And sing each morning. Once they've left the nest, Another bird will arrive To lay some more eggs. Once the eggs are laid, More robins will hatch and start The cycle again.

The house was a prison, my room, my cage The walls were thorns, the carpet was eggshells The hallways always lead to our stage You smile at me, while my heart swells To you this house is a just a place Filled with love, which may have some truth But conditional of your good grace Silently killing me in my youth Of fear and depression, not a sound Raising me a chore that you did not fail With a plastered on smile I’ve drowned Choking on air that’s has long gone stale My accomplishments are yours Of course my failures are my own doing As we continue fighting these wars Repressed emotions are brewing Your mind is here your heart is not I’m tired of everything, I have no more tears Pretend to be perfect that’s what you taught I’ll never be, so it’s time to face my fears I’m going to change even if I lose you I’ve learned your not worth fighting for Look around you and for once get a clue I’m gone once I walk out that door Don’t tell me that you’ll miss me It’s my time to reach out

The flame is dimming A dying spark's final breath Only a wick left

I was in awe of her confidence She was bold and beautiful I was in awe of her kindness She would give the world to a stranger I was in awe of her ambition She would never stop fighting I was in awe of her life She’s gone but never forgotten