Will I ever learn?

When will I ever learn not to have expectations? Why does it have to be this hard? .. please please help me deal with this. I don't need this now. I have my priorities but why can't I stop tearing?

voice of tomorrow..

We will raise right to the top, we won't ever let you down..
We're the children of today.. VOICE of tomorrow.. you sayyyyy...

Learning never stops.

Specializing in a distinct area may make you an erudite in that specific area but you are just as good as a toddler learning to speak in any other field. Education should not make you arrogant, if it does, there is no bigger loser than you. For, you have failed to understand the fundamentals of knowledge. You DON'T know it all.

Butterflies

I miss being young jumpy and going gaga over crushes.

Butterflies in my stomach,
Soaring up high,
The way you make me feel,
I could never deny.

When you smile at me
It brightens up my day,
But when I look at you,
You seem to turn away.

I try to reach to you,
My scream is loud yet quiet.
I'm floating on a cloud,
Then suddenly its night.

Realization shows me something,
You will never see,
That day by day your love
Is what I need to breathe.

Butterflies in my tummy,
you make my legs go funny,
you fill me with desire,
you set my heart on fire.

Feelings I can't handle,
Destroy me like a vandal,
Wanted you for so long,
Never thought this day would come.
And now I get a text from you,
Telling me what you would like to do,
To finally accept these feelings,
Accept life's dealings.

A love blossoming like a flower,
I'm bowled over by the power,
The feelings and thoughts through my mind,
You my friend and love are one of a kind.

Only something

Only something with no
need—
warped by element, loved
into recession

Only something with no
mother, a boat on its water,
afloat and nowhere

could refuse the harbor

Something with no vacancy,
no hunger, cropping its own
low capacity

No birth wound, no age ring,
something strayed
by spontanaeity

Only something with primal
border, with mineral
armor

could turn from this offering

Like a peak you sometimes
see, not a chain of anything

Priscilla Becker