jo-phillips
I've been writing poems since i was about 12 years old on and off. i go through seasons of writing. Such as, during the winter i'll be focusing more on my fiction and in the spring i'll be focusing more on my poetry. my literary influences come from many different places. i enjoy reading poetry and writing from many different era's so i can't quite put my finger on one main influence.
Your name is everwhere
on every page, which
my hands have met
on the walls and ceiling
behind my eyes
Now i see, you have left me
but the love of
my hands
has not gone
The memories
have etched themselves
on every line
I am unable
to turn the page
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 8:35 PM UTC
Empty house
All Alone
white noise wakes me
the sound of nothingness
creeping in
My eyes close
I see her
space separates
me from my loves embrace
my eyes open
my feeble
weak voice
I breathe her name
echoing in the dark
nothingness
Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 7:19 PM UTC
Every kiss you gracefully gift me
brings forth butterflies
the monarchs which first
came to my acquaintance
October 31, 2009
Every time you walk from me
my body loses something
is not something that i can
explain although its not something easily forgotten
every time I retreat from your side
a piece of me goes missing
i feel it itching, burning
somewhere deep inside me
Every time you hold tighter
my body reacts the same
my knees go weak
my heart skips beats
while my skin aches for yours
every time i lay in bed
without the gift of slumber
i think of your voice
and sleep seems to take me
Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 7:08 PM UTC
An anchor
Settled deep in the sand
The blue sky
shining bright above me
the ocean
stretches before my eyes
my love waits
for my homecoming
triumphant
i will return to her
Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 6:46 PM UTC