Iz - Hello Poetry

Iz Nov 2018

The way your eyes told me a million words
In that rear view mirror
I still get butterflies thinking about the moment
I met my forever

#forever

Iz Nov 2018

Shooting star

Johnny Mathis was playing
On your Isuzu Rodeo radio

I was on the hood of your car
In your arms
Your lips pressed so tenderly against
Mine

I looked at you and we both looked up
And there a shooting star was to greet us and
As Johnny Mathis’ Sweet voice was singing
“ the last time I felt like this I was falling in love...”
I knew, this was the first time I had felt like this and I was falling in love
With you

this actually happened to me

#inlove #shootingstar #whatarethechances

Iz Nov 2018

Forests

Looking into his eyes
Felt like
               F
             A
           L
         L
          I
            N
               G
back to earth
But I was not fearing the impact
The thought of the trees so deeply rooted in his mind piercing me was not intimidating
I was excited for the impact
Almost ecstatic
I felt the wind beneath me so desperately trying to hold me up
It was no use
I had already fallen so hard and too fast
The forests you offered me were perfect
I was ready for impact
B
     O
   O
        M
I was in love

#forests #eyes #love #home #serenity

Iz Nov 2018

Found it!

It was cold
Your eyes were glazed
The sky was dark and eerie
Your boots soaked in blood
My shirt had black and white stripes
My jeans black with embroidered red roses
You were tall
Handsome
Really a true catch
Your music drew me in
Along with your intoxicating persona
This is what I’ve been looking for I thought
And it was
I was so glad to finally have found what
I had been searching my whole life for

#itwaswinter #whenwemet #cold #dark #love #soulmate

Iz Nov 2018

Texture

I love how your skin rubs against mine
In the cold air
How your lips so smoothly meet my
Neck
Your hands know all the right things
To do
Your tongue tastes of of a high I’m willing
To risk everything for
I surrender my body to you
Willingly

#love

Iz Nov 2018

Groggy

I am drained
Sluggish
Unmotivated
Tired
I try waking up earlier,
I try giving myself an extra 30 minuets for sleep
Nothing helps
I sit and stare
Like a brain dead zombie
I don’t know what to say
I know I could do better
I could make myself work
I could push forward and hope to gain the motivation and strength to continue
But even the little things that used to be so simple I could do them in my sleep seem monumental to me now
I don’t know if my problems got bigger
Or I got smaller
But they’re definitely not being dealt with today

#drained #tired #nottoday

Iz Nov 2018

Young bukowski

I have developed this poetic alter ego when I write
As my words pour from my ears out onto my paper
I know I have it
I have what many long for
It comes to me and I have to let it out
No matter where I am or what I’m doing
I have not ****** as many without emotion,
Or drank my life away
But I feel some nights my writing reflects the young bukowski in me
As a girl I would read his poems in solitude, I’d soak in his ooey gooey words that reaked of stale cigarettes and *****
They gave me something no other writing has
True untainted feeling

if I had a dollar for every time I wished Charles bukowski was still writing and alive I’d be rich