jose-de-la-garza
Jose / Brother of Marlen / Lover of nature, adventure, and knowledge / Who feels Curious about life, creative when I think, and inspired by people and nature / Who fears injustice, discrimination, and rejection against the innocent / Who would like a life time of adventure, success in all my endeavors, courage to do what is right / Who lives in North Carolina
Yup,
when left in the sun
they become warm like my lovers hands
and the light they reflect is as bright as his eyes.
Their vibrant color speaks to the sound of his voice
when he draws near and whispers in my ear.
The taste of his lips is just as sweet and soft as the flesh of the fruit.
but never will you hear them sing like he does.
At the turn of a week
They wither and shrink
when darkness consumes their complexion.
and that's when the fuzz starts to grow.
they rot and they stink
like a lost loves memory.
and as they fester
so does your regret from
never consuming them while they were younger
and untouched by the corruption of time.
and that is what sets them apart from him.
through time he gets wiser and the fruit of maturity blossoms
with the grace of his actions.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
They pull us closer or they tear us apart
they tie one's hart
to another.
even still, these forces that pull us together
might not bind us forever.
you can't feel these strings work
you can't see them either
but like light they connect us together.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
When the light of dawn envelops us,
I feel his fingers connect to my being
as he pulls my hart towards himself in a tight embrace.
My fear melts away while warmth radiates from his eyes like the light that brushes past his cheek; bright and vibrant yet some how knowing.
I am alone no longer when he is with me.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
Hello poetry,
I am a new soul looking for the purest form of expression
and I do not care much for physical aggression.
move my static spirit so that I can feel emotions more intense than the sun. Renew in me the springs of creativity, so that words can bring to life the bountiful thoughts inside my mind.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
Hold my hand as I carry you across the inky darkness,
to feel creation in its most complete form.
Taste time as it slips past your lips into the unknown
as stars blur into galaxies.
Galaxies which dance endlessly in constant collision.
The doors to perception open as you become infinite in this moment.
Then you will realize that what we are is Love.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
The violin drips its song like mellow dew
as sweet rays of notes touch my ears
in the most flattering way,
making love to my soul.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
It began as a dare
to talk to you.
I felt my stomach turn inside out
as I realized that you could walk away
out of my life for good because you left me with out your name.
I was pushed to write down my phone number and give it to you.
It was given to you with the most intense awkwardness I have ever felt.
So intense it scorched my soul and left me with a scar.
It's a shame you never called back.
naked and afraid I took a step out
to let my crazy in.
Now you have my phone number
and my closeted secret.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
The curious cat
only dies after being
curious nine times.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
A friend of mine was taken by a storm
all because he wanted its beauty.
The storm denied him of the right
and struck him down as he reached for the light.
Every window ever opened
every mind ever spoken
what is beauty but a fleeting opinion left for broken.
A picture is worth a thousand words but is it worth a life?
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC