Shut up heart.

It's sorta funny, when people tell me to listen to my heart. 
I try to, but my brain just says "shut up and think first"
I overthink everything and I'm never satisfied. 
It's basically a curse. 
Whyyyyy is it so difficult for me? 
I'm consumed by-no I'm controlled by fear. 
Fear of failure, fear if disappointment, fear of making a fool of myself. 
I can’t hear what my heart thinks because my brain won't be quiet for one short minute. 
Except maybe it's a good thing...not listening to what my heart might have to say. 
Cuz it might be setting me up.
Trying to hurt me.  
I've heard enough stories from people whose heart has been broken to the point of no return. 
I don't want that. 
It's like an iPhone. 
Once you break it, it's super difficult to fix. 
And even once you fix it.. it's never the same as it was when you first took it out of the box. 
So how about you shut up, Heart. I don't care what you have to say.  
For now I’d rather be safe than sorry. 

It's for your own good.

Mirrors.

One step, two step

with no resonating click. 

 No walls in my solitude

and no being beside me.

Yet, thousands surround me 

while I stand alone.

 

With smudged muck between every figure.

All one, of one complexion.

The glass wall, shielding me from forever

stands laughing as I stare.

And the single faint light from above

flickers from its final thread.

 

Yet a shout from that infinity

stops the beating heart for a moment.

The light has been outlived and shatters 

Showering darkness around the forgotten room.

But the floor quivers.

The voice from without grows louder. 
 

And the walls tremble, 
                 then fall in tinkling bliss.

The eternity is open, and the cheer emerges.

One step, two step.

The world is found.

Flowers in the fall

Flowers in the fall,

Shine brightly before their end,

Last breathes until frost.

The winds in the fields,

Moaning the wanderer’s tune,

A cheerless lover.

The red and orange leaves,

Covers the lamenting tree,

As new times approach.

ik dans, mwen danse, i ddawnsio

Everybody communicates-the true way they speak to the world. Words are meaningless to me.  All my real feelings come out while dancing and moving. Even within languages there are language barriers. Oftentimes people don't understand each other's true intentions even if they do speak the same language. Dance breaks down any need for words. It unites people universally. Thus, I am fluent in any language. I am fluent in everything, because I dance. 

CRACKED HEART.

A shrill shrieking echoes,

As disturbing panic drills into the mind.

It is blinding of the ears as they vibrate,

Horrible dread wails through and grinds.

The ringing distress tears and shakes.

But the mourning will never see the end.

The sound flares in you heart and makes you shiver,

Terrifying as it may be, the depression has no friend.

Funny Bones

Here's a riddle..
 
Q. Sleeping beauty slept forever. Who kissed her?
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A. Death

Silence

 A thought leaves that has no place to go.

You can’t speak for your mind hears enough.

Tormenting apprehension claims you.

The overwhelming regret that plays through you seems a bluff,

But the grayness seems to cover the world.

Craving exists but despair makes it weary.

As the discourage down grades you to nothing,

The aloneness prevails and the deep eye closes.

Consumed by the silence.