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JR Taveras Mar 2023
When he arrives in his long dark cloak
It’s always a suffocating surprise
No matter how long you’ve been watching him
inch closer and closer to someone you love

But this is a time of peace for your dear friend
And the only way forward is through
So we will mourn your early departure
and later we will celebrate your beautiful soul
To Bobby, Tyson, and Yasmary.
JR Taveras Feb 2023
We move across time together,
Constantly, with no change in velocity

Yet the days without you feel long
And the days you are here are the shortest

I know I love you,
I can feel it in my pale rigid bones

I still hate that you left me,
I feel the aches with every pulse of my deteriorating crimson heart

Now, I move across time alone
With only sorrow to offer my grieving soul company
JR Taveras Jan 2023
We are planets
stuck in each others gravitational pull

But we are small planets
And our gravity can only do so much
JR Taveras Jan 2023
I used to wonder how someone could
Ever be so stupidly in love
Silly, I thought it was

That you could feel someone’s absence in your chest
From when the roosters let out their caws
To when the sky becomes littered with stars

That someone could completely captivate you
Becoming the utterly undeniable center of your universe
Entrancing you in visions of what could be

The rest of your life
JR Taveras Jan 2023
I drive and drive and drive
Down this dimly lit road everyday
My tires anxiously roll down the poorly paved asphalt

I never know what’s ahead of me until it’s arrived
And when it does, I steer through and around the perilous obstacles
Obstacles that never seem to cease or give me a break

Fear is constantly in my ear, pleading for me to pull over
But there has to be light at the end of this dim dim road
So I drive and drive and drive
  Dec 2022 JR Taveras
bones
I'm surrounded by these four walls,
My thoughts bouncing off of them;
Loud and clear.

I find comfort in these four walls,
Knowing that my cries for help never leave,
That when I wail at night no one can get to me.

I also feel trapped by these four walls,
They make me feel small,
The white colour blinding me when I come up for air each time.

But these four walls know me better than anyone else here,
They know the real me.
Because when I leave these four walls every morning,
I leave as a new me.
its been a while since I've written on this website. it feels odd to be back.
I hope this poem makes sense in some way.
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