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Heather Anderson Apr 2015
In my eyes
Is the intensity of a thousand suns,
That burns with an undying passion.
They give me away;
Brutally honest traitors.
They cannot hide the brokenness in me.
But only through these windows can true happiness shine through.
They can be as hard as steel and as cold as ice,
Or a pastel sunset soft and bright.
They can be clear and vitalizing one moment,
And the next glassy and seemingly lifeless.
I might probably edit this one a bit too..
Heather Anderson Jan 2018
Don't stand fast in fear of being moved by passion.
Be carried away in its waves




There is the passion that burns like a flame,
But beware of the passion so intense
you end up enveloped
where you burn or drown.
Edit: 3/30/2023
Heather Anderson Mar 2015
Time slows down
One minute the equivalent of an hour,
One hour seems like a day,
One week is an eternity.
My brain drains my body’s vitality.
No matter how much I sleep,
I cannot live in reality.
The circumstances of life sweep over me.
I am a rock at the bottom of a river,
Just watching the water flow by.
So fast,
So smooth.
I’m stuck.
This weighs me down.
One affair can bind my mind
As a mother wraps a frightened child.
But
It shrouds me in fear and uncertainty
It kills so slowly
That it seems as if nothing is happening.
It’s grasp is strong
As if it is a starving predator holding onto it’s prey.
It feeds on my existence
And it can never be satisfied.
I don't think this piece is done so I will probably edit it sometime in the future
Heather Anderson Sep 2015
Your true love is someone who you won't be able to live without.

Well ever since you've been gone, I can't really say that I've been living.
Heather Anderson Sep 2015
Not a day goes by
Where I don't wonder *why...?
You decide
V
Heather Anderson Apr 2016
V
An auspicious vicissitude
Can easily become a brevity of euphoria
And emotions become a poetic verbiage
In our unuttered votive of veracity
Due to our mind's vicarious compliance with our heart's volition
Second poem I wrote for my poetry class.
Heather Anderson Dec 2015
I am engulfed in an ocean.
Rocking in my watery cradle,
I drift in and out,
Watching the black speckled sky,
Floating in the night.
I want to reach out,
But I hesitate and decide not to.
Am I scared of the light?
I close my eyes.
I have a weird craving to sink,
To just be suspended with a certain comforting pressure holding me together.
Alone in my ocean there is peace.
Heather Anderson Sep 2015
And if I fall,


May I grow the wings needed to carry me
Over trees,
Through the mountains,
Across the plains,
Into the seas,
And beyond the horizon.

— The End —