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My Heart Is Like

My heart is like anvil swinging on a fishing string
My heart is like a song bird without it's vocals flying on broken wings

My heart is like a deep ocean the deeper you go the darker it gets
My heart is like a bad memory everyone wants to forget 

My heart is like a hollow tunnel filled with emptiness 
My heart is a like woman scorn full of resentfulness 

My heart is like a frosted flower on a freezing winters night 
begging to be heated by the suns early morning light 

beckoning the arrival of a withered and early death
my heart is like a knight without his armor facing the dragon's breath

My heart is like an open book for all to turn it's pages wide 
My heart is like the ocean's salty waters from the waves that subside

My heart is like a broken poem lost in rhythm lost in rhyme
My heart is like a broken clock without the hands to foretell the time 

My heart is like a blind man who always likes to stare 
My heart is like a stunt man who gives up on the dare 

My heart is like tinted windows where the sun has no glare
My heart is like a hospital without the patient care 

My heart is like the mimosa plant sensitive to the touch 
My heart is like a standard car without the pedal clutch 

My heart is like the cuddle fish that changes it's disguise 
My heart is like a question asked but no answer is replied 

My heart is like my tears refusing to fall from my eye 
My heart is like no constellations embracing the darkened sky

My heart is like the kool-aid with out the sugar in the mix 
My heart is like a crack-head on the corner without his daily fix 

My heart is like the entertainer without any fans 
My heart is like the farmer without any land

My heart is just like this poem it just doesnt make any sense 
why did i even write the pointless poem in 1st person present tense???????

Copyright © John Castro | Year Posted 2011

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Jennifer Arnott Date: 8/15/2011 12:33:00 PM its only pointless til u c the 2nd person past glimps,, that missing piece, then comes common sense. the missing link, the smack n the face, then u must choose,, to sink or embrace,, the cost u may feel u may lose, which u stand back and procrasinate , kinda lost, cud it b, fate,, so i go now, and leave u n a state,,omg,, pain i so hate,, oh God, plz dont forsake,, bless this day ,{I pray} Amen. and then u go on and live another day,, wondering...... Login to Reply John Castro Date: 8/15/2011 1:52:00 PM not many people read this poem but this is a true glimpse into my heart John Castro Date: 8/15/2011 1:51:00 PM thank you for you wonderful comment jennifer