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jolene-heather
jolene-heather
My Word Vomit
You cannot control how you are loved Only how you love Darlin… Dance with me? Move me And move around me? Put your hands on my body Let us touch pulses Let our cells meet and mingle Maybe a few of the singles ones Can hook up
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Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 3:48 AM UTC
Hook Up
Let me send you a dream? One where we are all lips and hands But we keep our eyes wide open So that we may touch souls. Come… Come for me…. Into deeper waters Let's find treasures together Jewels no one has ever heard of Ones that have been buried so deep… Deep inside. Cravings and caves… Hungry holes, paths enchanted By emerald green and rushing waters Dappled and caressed with Midday sun that stretches Our growing souls up to the light We climb together And over each other Gently and gingerly As though we are covered By treacherous walls Come for me To conquer these walls And catch a peek Of the nakedness of the universe Sprawling on the other side Open and reaching Pulling you into her warm waters Floating in a sea of cosmic Bliss… Light and pulsing Warm Like sun beams on a naked body Come for me Darling Come for me Come… And get me
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Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
Come for me
Sometime I sit here waiting For either you Or trouble to come Foolishly hoping That it is you that appears To tell me you have loved me all along But I make sure to check my back Just in case it is the boogie man I don't know what I would do If he did in fact show up But I carry this knife And I'd like to think I'd stab him with it It has a hook ya know Something to grab hold on the way back out Stabbing at the chance For your love Hoping to grab you In such a way You can not let go Just so the wound can be mutual Did you realize that your knife had a hook too? Cause I am not allowed to forget No matter how hard I try
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 12:06 AM UTC
A Knife With a Hook
God is all of us collectively collectively we are all of God Engaged in a dance of inhaling and exhaling curling and stretching imploding and exploding Occasionally He and we... collide in the middle blurring the lines between universe and atom The pressing of atoms against other atoms in a desire to feel something other than themselves To still their loneliness they seek *********** they crash into one another abandoning duality and embracing oneness You cannot tell where one ends and one begins They become alpha and omega horizon and sky the ****** Love’s confusing joy Where it all end Everything! And where it all begins That explosive ecstasy that moment and eternity that *********** gives focus to an energy and new life is born Movement happens creating waves of sound Their patterns and rhythms being the song that you hear right now Shadow, light, line, texture, color, shape, space, and form create the ballroom dance of the image before your eyes And then there is breath The caress of memory on your Inhale the crashing release of the Exhale and the undulating attempt to fill the Void in between The hunger... the longing… the suffering... for a turkey sandwich in your mouth right now… Yearning for a human touch is what creates a new world a new Universe and the cycles repeats An element is born and somewhere a star explodes scattering its seed across the universe Saying “I AM…”
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
Meet Me In the Middle
I am no back burner girl I better be taking up the whole stove I want what we are cooking to feed a multitude I want it to be good enough and big enough to share and pass around I want my meat slow cooked and laced with butter Dripping and falling off the bone Everyone seems to be looking for a microwave meal Which really is just being afraid and settling Scared to not get that home cooked meal right But here is the thing about a slow cooked meal You get time to reverse your mistakes You get to soak some things in And the warmth it gives you Surpasses all your desires to be right and perfect Allowing you to just surrender into what is Giving you understanding that the bitter complements the sweet That it is just as necessary. So I want to have fought with you before we had *** And when we do get there I want to break upon each other Because we are practicing letting go I want to know what happens when you blackout drink And I liking knowing how you kiss other girls I hope you know how I am when I am thirsty I want you to know what it looks like when I am careless And how it goes when I pick myself back up I need to know the exact flushing shade of your shame I want you to know how I hide mine I want to know what it is to doubt you I would also like to know what it is to forgive you Or for you to have to forgive me I don't want you in the bar bathroom I don't want to be bent over holding the wall up with eyes closed I wanted to be so deep in your eyes that it truly feels like we are one I want you in my bed Completely naked, physically and emotionally With sunlight pouring through the window I don't want to be ******* for an ****** I want to meander and explore and be fascinated I want to be so in tune with you that when you opened yourself to me I get to appreciate every beautiful and even ugly molecule of it.
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
And Even Ugly
I am no back burner girl I better be taking up the whole stove I want what we are cooking to feed a multitude I want it to be good enough and big enough to share and pass around I want my meat slow cooked and laced with butter Dripping and falling off the bone Everyone seems to be looking for a microwave meal Which really is just being afraid and settling Scared to not get that home cooked meal right But here is the thing about a slow cooked meal You get time to reverse your mistakes You get to soak some things in And the warmth it gives you Surpasses all your desires to be right and perfect Allowing you to just surrender into what is Giving you understanding that the bitter complements the sweet That it is just as necessary. So I want to have fought with you before we had *** And when we do get there I want to break upon each other Because we are practicing letting go I want to know what happens when you blackout drink And I liking knowing how you kiss other girls I hope you know how I am when I am thirsty I want you to know what it looks like when I am careless And how it goes when I pick myself back up I need to know the exact flushing shade of your shame I want you to know how I hide mine I want to know what it is to doubt you I would also like to know what it is to forgive you Or for you to have to forgive me I don't want you in the bar bathroom I don't want to be bent over holding the wall up with eyes closed I wanted to be so deep in your eyes that it truly feels like we are one I want you in my bed Completely naked, physically and emotionally With sunlight pouring through the window I don't want to be ******* for an ****** I want to meander and explore and be fascinated I want to be so in tune with you that when you opened yourself to me I get to appreciate every beautiful and even ugly molecule of it.
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Because It wasn't sober Soft morning sunlight Pouring through the bedroom window And Your eyes were closed
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
Unfullfilled
All these dark people Cant find their own light Hidden there Right between their eyes
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
Shut up! You are okay!
She was wild in a way that was swaying and ancient It was not a crazy whipping about of emotion But a building swell and a powerful and slow release But most did not understand this So when they touched her hips They just held on But she needed someone To do so much more than hold on She needed that slow So slow you didn’t know it was happening Slow steering Gentle erosion Like the water does to the mountain The wind to the desert She needed those ancient drums To keep her rhythm To loose her demons To be free
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
What Her Hips Needed
Yes it is going down the drain we all are and always were so **** it might as well grab a few things along the way huh? Why the hell not There is no reason here and there never was doesn’t make any of it any less relevant There are some things in these drains so catch as much as you can on your way down You’re gonna need it
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
You're gonna need it
Oh the moon Oh the sky Oh the air It all breaks my heart Because my kisses are in the air My tears are in the sky And my love is in the moon.
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
La luna