red wine
stained our lips,
with clumsy hands
tracing moonlight
on your skin.
our love got sweeter
with each stolen kiss
and in those moments
i knew,
i would follow you
to any ruin.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 12:47 AM UTC
I'm bleeding.
There is no way to stop it
I've done this to myself
I cant break this habit.
It's not physical,
but the pain is real
These next moments are pivotal
I don't want to feel.
The river slows to a creek
and then a stream.
But it never stops flowing,
it fills my dreams.
I'm never safe
from myself it seems.
I'm bleeding.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
to be desired but never valued or loved all the way through.
chronicles of a girl who's never number one but always number two.
half loved by those she puts above everything.
always left on the sideline for the more favorable option.
she's been through it all and still fights to love everyone the same.
she sees through everyone's flaws and faults but they can never seem to do the same for her.
perhaps it's the quality of people she been loving on.
people that, in fact, don't love her but they love how she loves them.
people that can only handle the idea of her but not the reality..
she's a paradox.
she's gentle yet tough.
she is chaos yet she is peace.
she'll set you crazy but she'll also keep you sane.
she's fire and ice.
an angel with demons.
night and day.
she is me and I am her.
everything, nothing, all at once & not at all.
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
crashing:
tear stains on the pillow
i imagine ocean waves
flowing:
shadows on the wall
i imagine jet-black ink
dripping:
raindrops on my window
i imagine foot steps
drowning:
in a tall glass of water
i imagine you
all these happening:
whenever i drink
a glass of you
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
If you think the moon has a soul
And the trees are whispering your name
If you can feel the pulse of a mountain
And see advancing armies in the clouds
Start writing, you're thinking like a poet
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
Sometimes your heart needs to be broken
So you can see what's underneath,
To the flicker and flame of your soul
That you've always been destined to meet.
Sometimes your spirit shines brighter
Through the glimmering light of your tears,
And when you arrive at the end of it all
Love will outshine the darkest of years
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 8:50 PM UTC
1. Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly; who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
I see you from across the room
I've known you for years
But I get this feeling inside
Like I just met you
And as I watch you
You slowly walk towards me
And my insides start to melt
As you get closer, our eyes lock
And I feel things I've never felt
You move me, make me wobble
Once your close enough to touch
I can't help but giggle
You put a finger to my lip
And I secretly smile to myself
Your fingertips move down my arm
Softly landing on my hip
You caress my face with a gentle touch
Then get closer until there's barely a breath between us
My knees go weak
This is all just too much
I sigh and lean in to your mouth
Your lips surround mine
Removing all my doubts
I can feel it in your kiss
And a sudden bliss overwhelms me
This electricity is too hot to miss
I go in hard, I can't help myself
My arms around your neck,
I feel you losing control of yourself
No holding back
I can't help but want for more
And in a flash
We're lying naked on the floor
Fingers, legs, hands and arms
We're completely intertwined
From our souls to our hearts
I feel love to depths divine
And there's no greater sensation
Than when your body finally enters mine
It's an overpowering friction
I'm surprised we're not engulfed in flames yet
These sparks are flying
I've never been hotter
The sweat starts dripping
We've never been wetter
The passions an electric surge
And my body's on fire
I fight the urge
Taking myself higher and higher
I'm lost in you
In your touch, in your eyes
And I'm surprised how unafraid I am
A guilty pleasure with no shame
We climb together as one
A game that we'll both win
Reaching peaks we never knew existed
Crying out in ecstasy
Again and again
I sigh...
And sleep
Cuddled in your arms
Heart and body
Safe from harm
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
*the hardest
part of
letting someone
you love
go is
making yourself
stay away*
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
i am a home of broken dreams,
a hotel where sorrow checks in constantly,
stays for a few months then leaves as if it was never
a resident in the bitter suite beneath my ribcage and sternum.
bittersweet beneath my ribcage and sternum,
is my crimson heart of pain.
crimson heart of pain leads to
my towels crimson stained.
i am a villa of visitors,
a hotel that greets sorrow everyday.
the villa of visitors who can’t seem to stay-
a vacation home, blissful; brief.
visitors who can’t seem to stay,
even through my most rainy of days.
countless rainy days lead to
the deepest puddles.
i am a hotel of heartbreak,
a hotel in which heartache
is the only guest.
a hotel that knows love, but is void of it.
-j.j.s.s
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC