I'm so tired of the judgment
Of the constant expectations
Of the people that claim to love me
So much treating me like I am
Nothing.
Like I'm a dark hole with a short lasting existence.
Well if I am a dark hole,I last forever and
There's no changing me.
Stop trying because I can be the rarest
Form of black hole.
I can destroy everything in my wake
And feel no remorse.

How?
How can these couples that have been together for years
separate and feel comfortable with themselves?
How do you fall in love all for nothing?
How do you feel something so slow and beautiful for
someone just for it all to be thrown away.
How do you fall in love in this day and age?
How do you trust anyone with your heart anymore?

May you not weep like
Flowers of the morning.
May you be glad like
One rare evening
Accepting
All the loneliness in me,
Which no static star
Has ever carried,
Wishing, still,
For true love.

I only ask...
...to be remembered.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Love doesn't hold.
It carries.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

I never knew myself as
the kind to dwell on simple things;
Like alphabet soup.
I look at the strange bland liquid,
surrounding the spongy flotation devices.
They move around just as leaves do
in a gusty gale.
I see what they spell out,
The slowly evaporating words.
I spell out the aching bellows
of what is to become my life.
Simplicity in it's finest.

Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
***** of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason

When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my *******, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.