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Oct 2019 · 108
Gaze
Jonathan Oct 2019
Can I tell you something in confidence?
It felt good to be seen-
With confidence.
Confiding in a gaze-
Yours.
Oct 2019 · 164
Here In The Dark
Jonathan Oct 2019
Seconds now turn into moments.

My mind wonders through these torments.
A vast unexplored region of memories,
A blacked out map of possibilities.

Moments turn into many mistakes,
A blanket of cool air calming the stakes.

I think back to the seconds of haste,
A dream of brilliant light not gone to waste.


Here in the dark, on the precipice of pain

I stand.
Oct 2019 · 269
Clipped Wings
Jonathan Oct 2019
I fell on my face too many times that night.
Like a fool, with clipped wings,
Masquerading as a free bird.

I heard the cool crisp air ushering me to security, Guiding me by the dim light.
I took a leap of foolish faith in flight,
And landed on my *** in the middle of the night.

The air whispered sweetly around me and laughed in good fun; then leaned in to ask what I could not answer,
“Are you alright?”
May 2018 · 157
Roles Reverse
Jonathan May 2018
Some men swing hammers,
Some men shoot guns,
And some men sleep alone.

Vices bite like vipers,
Love lingers like night light.
But when roles reverse,
Men trade their habits for pain.

Integrity strips away,
When black and white runs gray,
Lines bleed, and pain stains.

Some men swing hammers,
Some men shoot guns,
And some men sleep alone.
Apr 2018 · 202
Beautiful Refrain
Jonathan Apr 2018
How do you explain that beautiful refrain?

Moments passed by like a water spout insisting on yielding the smallest of drops.
She pressed her head against my chest and silence spoke.

Revoking the noise in her head, she sat insistent on incessant quiet.
Every part of her beamed with a need to speak; every part but her mouth that is.

How do you explain that beautiful refrain?

Dripping like the trickle of a silent stream,
Time crept by, demanding attention.
I swallowed before brushing her hair from her face.

Provoking the conversation, I questioned the still-ambient air waves she conducted.
Every part of me in discomfort by the unfamiliar silence that still sounded loud.

How do you explain that beautiful refrain?
Sep 2017 · 790
It's Really Cute
Jonathan Sep 2017
When your nose wrinkles, it’s really cute,
The way it crinkles up when you pretend to be mad at me.

When your blue eyes roll, it’s really cute,
The  way they turn away when you think I’m annoying.

When your face flushes, it’s really cute,
the way it gets rosy when I call you princess.

When you dance as the record spins, it’s really cute,
The way the music makes you move with me.

When your sleepy eyes first open in the morning, it's really cute,
The way they look at me as I walk away to go to work.

When your lips move as you say I love you, It's really cute,
The way it makes me say I love you back.
Sep 2017 · 144
Good Times
Jonathan Sep 2017
A few pieces of ice in the bottom of a glass;
I used to take it neat
but now I just want it to last.
Jul 2017 · 972
After The Day
Jonathan Jul 2017
Hold still.
          Don't move.

Tell me I'm wrong.
          I will show you I'm right.

Soon the sun will rise.
          So we must lie down.

Away from the chaos.
          We have found peace.
Jul 2017 · 198
Visiting
Jonathan Jul 2017
It's painful to revisit you,
You pull on my mind and make me quiver.

Shivering in a cold dark room-
Alone
With you.
May 2017 · 204
i will go with
Jonathan May 2017
she left a footprint
one that came with the past
one that was leaving for the future
one that keeps me in the present
May 2017 · 246
A Pack Of Blacks
Jonathan May 2017
A pack of blacks,
and she's in the front seat.
A pack of blacks,
and she slips off your spring-time dress.

Impressed him with her lazy gaze.
Impressed him with the pull to the backseat.
Lowly he sits with a restless mind,
Slowly she moved him with escaping time.

That dark night of smokey dreams,
Seemed to him they were free from forever.
Bound to her, he didn't care to fear,
In that still moment made, she drew near.

A pack of blacks,
And a conversation with her.
A pack of blacks,
and he was hers for sure.

— The End —