jay-cooper
I am a woman, mother of three, a sister and a friend to a limited few.. A reader, a poem writer and soon to become a children's book author. I love biking at midnight in the summer time when all that guides me is the moon or the street lights. I love flowers, evening primrose is my favorite and I love listening to music from almost all eras. My favorite movie genre is comedy. / I love daydreaming about sweet nothings because what others proposes as nothing is very important to me and those unimportant things are manifested to me as emotions of great splendor that only the heart can feel. / I'm most inspired when I am alone and in deep thought with emotions so overwhelming it engulfs me and I have to put it on paper.
you grin and i know not why
i trembled from inside
the scent of a filthy molded twilight
familiar as fermented grapes
still festering within
a knowing grin sore to my eyes
of this I internally despise
a form, a dialog, a ratchet blow
humane as a weathered withered rose
erectly clinging to vitality
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
I looked upon your lips that said
"I love you so very much"
Then looked against them twice when hence
they blew a trumpet out of spite
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
Your eyes are to me
the entrance into your soul
I look at you and enter
Your soul I see and feel
I glance around
At everything that is mine
Familiar, like a room I've walk through before
a long, long time ago
All my life and now returned
One glance at me
And I feel
Your ultimate possession of my being
In there we become complete
In there we also see
the spaces that life has changed
Together we hold on
We look at the spaces, the new changes
We look around again and behold,
everything inside is altered just for us
blended, gathered and made anew
life wraps us as we are wrapped inside one another
you look at me and I at you and halted we stand
mesmerized in a trance
locked into our souls
comfortable, complete, familiar and intrigue
Never wanting to be without
Never to let the other go
For always together becomes our theme
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
She couldn’t sleep so she wrote
Of her abiding love for him
Forever and a day she wrote
On white paper with a pen
Words like infinity
Undying, unrelenting desires
Efflorescence, epochal, perpetual and ambiance
She says love is like a flower
It changes the mood of a space
By its fragrance
And it lasts forever
Never giving up as it
Continuously blooms
Knowing no measure
She didn’t fall asleep till after midnight
And loved him all the while she wrote
Dreaming of flowers, eternity, time and space
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC