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760 · Jul 2015
Distinction.
Alyanna de Jesus Jul 2015
You are words on a page,
Made in the bedroom like the unmade sheets,
Imprinted and unforgettable.

You are governed by mind’s eye,
The dew on the stem of grass,
The memory of a moist bottle of liquor.

You are the tall beacon lights,
Which float effortlessly over the sea.

The road to stimulation,
Which climbs abruptly,
One glance and I am out of breath.

You are the softest little breathless word,
The quill of crafted feathers.

The steam engine,
To the industry revolution.

The glow of volcanic eruptions.

The photosynthesis,
To my chain reactions.

You are the dancing silhouettes,
When the sunlight falls.

The catastrophic moan,
When the atom was found.

The tightest kite string,
In a bad storm with lightening.

The constant fluttering,
Of a humming bird’s tail.

The perseverance of a symphony.

The cardiac arrest,
To my therapeutic heartbeat.

You are the hanging gardens of Babylon.

The dancing transparent figures,
Among shuffled cloths,
Beneath the moon’s diabetic sigh.

The anatomy of a woman outlined,
by Greek mythology.

The flash of skin,
Seen through anxious trees.

And you are the embrace of poetry
Found between unfathomable languages,
and sounds,

For only I to hear.
Additional. Hehehe i love you babe.
736 · Jul 2015
Thin Blue Flames
Alyanna de Jesus Jul 2015
I became aware of your asymmetrical lips
that sunk beneath me like a mountain range,
crowded like a sea of individuals,
in fields of those who’ve
heard of other wicked things.

I met you over a crowd of tables,
of which people talk rhythmically.
beneath your pulse,
with strangers who eat,
till the moon’s light glow,
people who’ve danced with the tides of work,
and me who believed,
the whole world was looking to get drowned.

Back in that tiny motel room,
with picture frames stacked up like trees,
sighs small enough to occupy pockets,
and a curtain swaying to the motion,
of your rhythmic pulse.
I looked over to you,
with half-filled eyes,
that’s when I knew I wanted,
to make it through with you.

I became aware of your feathered-like voice,
which held my words together,
like a thin blue flame,
and I imagine you in Heaven
above the flame,
where God keeps skeletons.
in a cold dark room,
but back down in that tiny motel room
you’re walking on water,
and making my world in seven days.
where lonely hearts and raindrops go,
I can see you wandering through my empty shelves,
occupying the space and making it a home,
a temple where my heart was destined to go.

Days are nights,
and the nights are long,
with your rhythmic pulse pressed,
up against my shuttering glow,
and I swear I’m looking into the clear blue sky,
your gaze so high,
it might as well be considered divine.

I can hear myself howling at your past,
hearing those exes you’ve touched,
bringing justice to their demons
like
it’s the joy of the Lord.

It’s here where I swear I’ve found,
a balance between a hell and a heaven,
where I wish I could lie,
where caesar begs for mercy,
where men can peacefully cry,
with the roses you threw on the stage,
and in darkness,
I look for your shimmering glow.
As though needing faith when it’s so hard to find,
like a good tragedy written like sonnets,
this whole thing is headed
towards your majestic heartbeat.

I can feel your hips and the bed spring breaking
at night where we make plans,
and find streets named after memories that could almost exist,
like forbidden fruits in Eden,
and the love we’ll make,
like lithium dreams,
peaceful with prayers,
filled with homes and addresses we’ll someday share,
our wedding and wine as bright as the future,
descending like the suffering and verbs you’ve put to sleep,
or the world you made in seven days.

I’ve woken up beneath a clear blue sky,
where houses shout and there’s the breeze from your gentle sigh
and the suffering and sadness that I once knew,
are now wrapped up in your heartbeat,
and I can hear you laughing as vividly as the day we met,
the raw smell of your skin,
and the scent between your legs,
the rush I feel with the proximity of our hearts,
coming together as though,
they were never apart,
and the Angels can sing everywhere,
among our midst and wonder what it was
that I’ve been looking for above.

That tiny motel room is so big,
there’s no reason to look up,
for I stopped looking
for thin blue flames,
because you’re the one
that I’ve been looking for.
Happy Monthsary, Baby. I know this isn't much but this is my feeble attempt at trying to describe how I met you and everything after that. Words aren't enough to describe it and you know that. This is probably the longest poem I wrote, and by the metaphors I thought that would suit you, I outdid myself on this one. I love you so much. Always in all ways.
680 · Feb 2015
Yours.
Alyanna de Jesus Feb 2015
Words spill quietly down my ribs.
Dip between every vertebrae,
Spread across awakening skin.

Morning, beautiful, mine.

You speak with wandering syllables,
Sliding vowels and unrolling tongue.

I respond like the ocean greeting the shore.

Smooth, deliberate, desperate.

Time slows, thighs spread
Mouths know, hips beg,
Bodies suspend.

Climbing, carrying, caught.

Palms reach, fingers extend.
With ragged words, once sleek and smooth,
You ask me who i am.

Yours, yours, yours.
663 · Feb 2015
Identity
Alyanna de Jesus Feb 2015
People often leave me broken,
It's not a surprise.
I often walk alone and empty-handed,
It has always been a given.

I walk, I look, I settle,

for temporary bodies,
for impermanent pleasure,
for fleeting lust.

People judge me,
It's not a surprise.
For all the ways I killed my sadness,
My identity has been compromised.
534 · Feb 2015
Sunset
Alyanna de Jesus Feb 2015
you were like a sunset to me; beautiful yet fleeting.
in that moment, in your hues of pink and scarlet,
i knew i have found my home.
yet all beautiful things come with a price.

i may have found you now but sooner or later you shall need to set,
may it be with me or with someone else.
darling, i want you to know that you are by far the most incredible sunset i have laid my eyes upon.

i am not waiting for the day that you have to set,
nor am i dreading the day that you might fade away,
but rather, i am savoring the days i have with you.

the days i could look at you are be reminded
that i am indeed in love with every cell that make up every part of you.
i am merely a spectator,
breathing in every color you have to offer.

basking in the warm embrace you are yet to give me when i see you,
i miss the sunset,
i miss how it effortlessly takes my breath away,
as it seamlessly goes down gently, bridging the light and the dark.

i miss you, my sunset.
i miss how i seem to be the worst for you
and you,
the best for me.
529 · Feb 2015
Galaxies
Alyanna de Jesus Feb 2015
The first time i saw her,
Everything in my head fell silent.
Her eyes were reflection of galaxies,
So many have gotten lost in before me.

Her uneven lips formed a smile like a flickering candle,
But a smile nonetheless.
Her kiss like strawberries on a sunny day,
Refreshing and pure.

Her hair was let loose like a restless ocean,
She was breathtaking.
And it was when i felt my heart skip a beat,
that i knew i had to have her.
528 · Feb 2015
Craving
Alyanna de Jesus Feb 2015
My last hope for you,
is that you discover a love
that carries within it
the ability to make you question

why you ever thought
that what you felt for me was true
I pray you find a love
that makes you crave another,
like I once craved you.
502 · Mar 2015
No more.
Alyanna de Jesus Mar 2015
Hello, old friend.
You may remember me,
as a faint, bad memory.

How have you been doing?

I see you're doing well,
For with all the good in me,
I wish you well.

How have I been doing?

I'm doing great you see,
I no longer hold on to the conflict,
the conflict the both of us inflict.

I don't hate you,
I swear I don't.

You may hate me still,
But understanding and love are the bottles I can fill.

I have open arms,
welcoming you as a friend.
Once again, I choose pride to rid of me
rather than the old friend I seek.
495 · Feb 2015
Life
Alyanna de Jesus Feb 2015
Maybe i wasn't made for people
nor am i born to please.

Maybe i am meant to be an island,
caring for no friends at all.

Maybe i should've known better,
not to assume i am a priority.

Maybe life forgot about me,
ridding me of everything i care about.

Maybe life loved everyone but me,
forgetting that i needed to be happy too.
486 · Feb 2015
Stars would be jealous.
Alyanna de Jesus Feb 2015
Oh, the month of october.
Nights turn into days,
With the dawn of a new flame.

Days turn into nights,
As i miss the only star i see during the day.
Are we standing under the same constellation?

Did you know about this?
Does it have anything to do with you?
The way heaven and earth, finally aligning?

As another night turn into day,
I stand dazzled by you,
Seeing galaxies in your sharp eyes.

You light up the brightest in this galaxy,
So bright, i sometimes lose sight of everything,
So bright, stars would be jealous.
435 · Feb 2015
The other side of Galaxies.
Alyanna de Jesus Feb 2015
I may have seen galaxies in your eyes,
I may have thought in the moment,
That i first saw you,
I needed to have you;

I did have you,
I owned you.
But you treated me like a temporary property,
I felt like a disposable waste of time.

Our days grew colder as my heart grew weary,
I never wanted this, but we couldn't be sadder.
I just wanted us to make it,
I hope you don't take it personally.

I hope you remember the day i told you,
The day i said i stopped thinking about you.
I hope you take care of yourself,
As much as i did before.

I hope you understand i need to do it,
For you to bloom like the flower i've always wanted grow.
I hope you remember how i told you,
That i loved you more than my own.

i'm sorry you drowned, i didn't mean it,
I'm sorry your bones have shattered,
Just like the way i shattered your heart.

I'll always remember you,
As the girl i'd go deep in the ocean for,
Not knowing,
i'd drown in you, too.
390 · Jan 2016
Dreams
Alyanna de Jesus Jan 2016
I had a dream that you
came back one last time
and told me I was right

that you were miserable
without me by your side
and that every moment
of pain and hardship
will be worth this fight.

But inside I am still
in this bed alone
wondering where we
let it all go wrong.

It is hard for me
to say that I am happy
to watch you stay away.
338 · Feb 2015
Untitled
Alyanna de Jesus Feb 2015
I'm always the one who loves more,
but always the one alone.

I'm always the one who cares more,
but always the one being left to wither.

I'm always the stubborn one,
always opening the door for people,

when they clearly slam it shut.
256 · Jan 2016
Untitled
Alyanna de Jesus Jan 2016
You left a mark
when you went away
and I know that my hands
will never feel the same
as they did before learning
your name, your games,
your lessons, and the
weight of your pain.
243 · Jan 2016
Untitled
Alyanna de Jesus Jan 2016
I never believed
that your heart
would outgrow me;
nothing has hurt
more than having
to watch you
prove me wrong.

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