Crushes.

Crushes. We've had a lot of em'
Through elementary, middle school, high school
They've just existed since we discovered the opposite sex...
Crushes. Make me giddy, dreamy, hopeful, wishful
Like a kid on Christmas eve; antsy, nervous...
Man, the list can go on and on and---ON!
Crushes. Yet ever wondered why they're called crushes?
Why not Blushes? Makes sense since that's what the majority of..
People do when they have them...
Crushes. Why aren't they called something else?
Because that's what they're meant to do...
Crush. Crush. CRUSH!
Constricting that poor little heart of yours...
As you lay at night and keep those poor eyes of yours wide open...
Tossing and turning...
While you think, hope for, and wonder about your 'crush'
Crushes. Meant to crush, snap, break that little heart of yours into two...
Why the negativity dear writer? Why the hate, and the cynism?
Aren't some of us lucky? Some of us manage to bewitch our crushes...
Snag them and capture them...
End up happily ever after with our crushes...
But for the majority of us, at one point or another, our crushes have...
Have...
Demolished. Broken. Stolen. Stomped on. Forgotten. Ripped. Thrown Away. Torn Apart. Crushed.
Burned. Destroyed. Vaporized. Exploded...Oh the synonyms are endless...
Crushes. They get the better of us, throw us off guard...
Oh dear writer, perhaps you're just bitter, jealous, and desperate
Maybe yes, Maybe no...
But dear reader, remember this...
Dear reader remember crushes only crush because we give 'them' power over us
Crushes only crush when we look at our lives through that one instant...
Crushes, oh  dear reader only crush when we forget who we are
When we forget our worth, and how special, wonderful we are as our each individual selves...
Crushes only crush when we place our worth in them
So dear writer, have you been crushed by this phenomenon known as a 'crush'?
My dear reader, what do you think my response shall be?
Dear reader, of course I've been crushed, crushed...
In fact trampled on and then some...
If the number of crushing crushes had a world record...
Well this writer probably would get first place...
Yet, dear dear beloved reader, take note that this writer
Has learned that crushes are just that--they're crushes...
Fragments in time where one is transfixed on another...
Yet they eventually fade and become things of the past...
My dear reader so am I bitter? No...
I've simply learnt that crushes are what you make them out to be...
They never really crush, unless you let them.
Crushes crush when we lose focus of who we are and 
Our priceless worth. 
My dear reader I leave you with this, simply that: Beating yourself up
over these things called crushes, isn't worth your tears or time...
Know and learn your worth,
As your life is worth so much more.

Jump Start My Heart

There's a missing link. A sort of hole in my heart...
Actually it feels more like a gaping hole, in that I can't rest my soul
Why do I feel this way, like my life is forever trying to start?
Like the pages of my journey has taken ages to be written...
But when I stop and think, it hits me-- that perhaps my rebellion has played a part..
I've for so long, tried to do my own thing, as I'm far too headstrong, live my own life, like a sort of dance floor song
Yet it's becoming quite the struggle, a constant uphill battle...
Lord help me please, reach out and give me ease
I'm becoming weary, and life's become too dreary...
But I know your word, as I've heard in Psalms 119:107
Brings life and light to the dark corners of my life
Lord give me a hunger, and wake me from my slumber
For I long to be set free by you, to soar on the wings of eagles, so Lord please hear my plea
As I've come to realize that the missing link in my heart, is only filled by your living word
So please Father God, change me, shape me, and recreate my world...
And before your finished with me, dear Father, please jump start my beaten heart...

This is Your Life