Strong hands meant to love and hold
Instead
They hold too tightly
Press too heavily
And breathing falters
That's not what strong hands are for
Hands that hold me as I stumble
Reach out, pull me up when I am down
Strong hands that support me
Offer love
Offer comfort
Strong, artistic hands
Paint with harsh streaks of painful purples
Strong tones of brash blues
Fading yellows
Light, creamy greens
My body is your canvas
That's not what strong hands are for
Soft hands
Trace such sweet apologies
Melt away any doubt
Melt any insecurity
Melt away any fear
*No. I love you
These hands will never paint again
Never use harsh colors again*
Thank you for your promise
I know better.
Your canvas is waiting.
Until next time
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
sunlight peeks through the window
birds compose early morning songs
a gentle nudge to wake me
to greet me
*good morning
the day has begun!*
sticky moisture in the air
clinging to my arms
summer time kisses on my skin
small pecks to remind me
hello! it’s me! the season of warmth!
citrus smells fill the air
orange tress have b l o s s o m e d
a sweet treat for my nostrils
my taste buds thank me too
in the yards, children play
engineers in a water hose transformation
from plain yard, to a roaring waterpark
coming to a yard near you
laughter and joyful shrieks
provide proof
of this summer time fun.
summer time smiles
summer time indulgence
welcome summer, we’ve been waiting for you
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
too long I have suffered
struggled in vain
but how do i say
help me. save me. I’ve suffered too long.
the years keep abusing
a relentless attack
persistent and powerful
it hurts. I’m finished. you’ve won.
a struggle is hopeless
wasting away
diminishing strength
fading away
time crudely sweeping away
battered and bruised
but I must live on this way..
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC
Like the first drop of rain upon the dryness of the earth
Plants in the desert eagerly soak it up, the sigh of relief almost audible
And the farmer that thanks the heavens for the blessing on his crops
That is how I need you
Like a dose of the most soothing cough syrup after a night spent fighting a relentless illness
The pain with each cough that reaches every aching part of the body
Each swallow of the throat begins to soothe upon receiving the magical medicinal concoction
That is how I need you
As a sip of water satisfies the runner that has justcompleted an agonizing 26 miles
Every step, every mile marker that exhausts their body more
Every deep inhale a gust of wind that produces dry exhales
The same way that first sip of water brings them comfort
That is how I need you
As your arms around me brings calm to the storms
As the taste of your lips provides a treat sweeter than a mouthwatering slice of red velvet cake
As only you know how carve a smile on the face that only knows one expression
A deepening glare that changes to smiles
That is how I need you
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
Longing for a kiss
On the lips that stir desire
Longing for the scent
Of the skin that sweetly taunts her
Yearning for the touch
A warmth that burns her deep
A sweet caressing brush
It traces round her peaks
As they heave about with passion
His breath upon her skin
Sighing sweet temptations
Lust and love in one
A rhythmic waltz of passion
One hip upon the other
Consummating love
Letting themselves go
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC
Nights turn into nightmares
Days prove no Exception
I don't love you anymore
But your memory
Your touch,
it lingers on my skin
The whisper of your voice
I love you
It follows me,
It haunts me.
A tantalizing nostalgia
How come
No one ever told me
The living can haunt the living
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
I like to hold your hand
Creating sparks of electricity
That travel through my body
My toes, my head, my elbows
Sending jolts of gleeful reminders
“You love him; you think he’s pretty cool.”
I like to hold your hand
My heart puts on its tapping shoes
And performs an acrobatic masterpiece
It flips and shimmies, and shakes it all around
It skips and jumps and smiles as it goes
I like to hold your hand
It covers mine so well
Like the best friend that tells it
*“Don’t worry I’m right here
I’ll keep you warm and safe.”*
I like to hold your hand
I like to know it’s yours
I like to know it claims me
“Hey, this one? Yeah, she’s mine.”
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC
We find shelter anywhere we can.
Under the covers,
in each others' arms.
Sibling rivalry quickly becomes sibling camaraderie
as soon as the booms begin.
The voices, the loud bellowing voices.
The words. A dagger to each others heart.
The crashing of anything you can get your hands on.
Little consideration for anything or anyone around you.
But then again, why should you have any consideration?
*“This doesnt affect you.
You're not the one that's fighting.
Youre not the one who suffers.
You dont receive the damage.”*
Maybe, just maybe the innocent hearts of the young ones should be considered.
But I suppose youre right.
It doesnt affect me.
The tears fall for nothing,
the heart aches in vain.
The shaking body
And shallow breaths of my brother
Those must surely be for nothing.
The worry and anguish
the helplessness
as the blood trickles down your head
or the gashes shine across his body
Those do not affect us.
We do not feel anything, after all.
We do not suffer.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC