What Your Heart Wants

Just imagine being on this floating rock in space,

With breathable air and spendable money,

But not being able to say a thing;

Not being able to communicate

About waterfalls and chocolates,

And other things of beauty

Worth marveling at,

And not being able to tell

What your heart wants.

Just imagine being on this sphere amongst the stars,

With palatable greens and treadable lands

But not being able to hear a thing;

Not being able to lend an ear

To ocean waves and thunderstorms,

And other sounds of nature

Worth falling for,

And not being able to listen to

What your heart wants.

Just imagine being here on this orb in heavens,

With squishable joy and palpable grief,

But not being able to feel a thing;

Not being able to sense

Cold air and warm sunshine,

And other fine textures

Worth taking in,

And not being able to make out

What your heart wants.

©Aaysid

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Muted

She had resorted

to muting conversations

right where they’d become

all about the people

who were not

the ones making them,

and now she cannot recall

the last time

she was talked to.

©Aaysid

Not Real

I thought there was fire

In at least one of our hearts

Even though there never was smoke.

We kept seeing things

That weren’t really there

And hearing words nobody even spoke.

Then you said that I

Was like one of the charms

That had fallen from your bracelet and broke.

©Aaysid

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Showers

It sometimes rains

inside my brain,

falls hard and strong

and lasts for days,

but when it ends

is when I get

something that makes it

worth the pain;

too many puddles

that I can jump in,

over and over

and all over again.

©Aaysid

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Nonjudgmental

I try not to judge people,

but it is nearly impossible

to not form an opinion

about a few things

that they sometimes

fail to pull off —

I saw a guy

who had his hair pulled back

by a blue headband;

the guy was a person,

I had successfully stopped

myself at that,

but somehow my faith

in all headbands has been lost!

©Aaysid

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