AnnaMarie Jenema

AnnaMarie Jenema Nov 2017

A river flows,
From faucets abundant,
It's rising tides ongoing.
The grasses lashes blink,
As the water trickles and flows,
Created from love,
From life,
And it's absence.
A river flows from within me,
and tears well up.

AnnaMarie Jenema Nov 2017

Love, Listen, Life

I can hear your heart beat,
It dances to life's music,
and I wish to dance along,
1, 2, 3, 4
My steps worshiping it's existence,
I cannot live without this melody,
5, 6, 7, 8
It rebounds proof int my ears,
Traveling through the canals,
Across my auditory functions,
Allowing me to slow my breaths,
As to better listen.
Pay heed!
For you exist,
And that itself brings me much happiness.
I shall rave of the wonder that is your existence,
Until I myself find my own years fleeting.
So let me dance on!
My feet tracing the beat your heart has acquired,
And rejoice,
For you are here with me.

AnnaMarie Jenema Nov 2017

My World Rumbles

I do not wish,
To put feelings to paper,
To write of this heartbreak,
And it's agony.
Of the mosaic they created,
Before you bashed it.
I do not wish to tell of all the tears,
Nights spent crying,
The pain and questions,
nor the desire for death.
Feeling the rumble,
as my world fell,
The sky lowering in pieces,
as I cower,
worrying that they may hit me.
Because if I told you this,
It'd be all too real,
and I can't stand a reality without you.

AnnaMarie Jenema Oct 2017

Forever

What is the relevance of time?
Why does forever have to be so short?
When do promises become lies,
And happiness sorrow?
Forever is just a word,
Used by those who hope.
Fools who dream,
And idiots like me.

AnnaMarie Jenema Sep 2017

Own me

Owned,
That's what this mark alludes to,
This vampiric nibble on my neck,
That I am owned by you,
Marking me as your property,
A dog leash,
I am yours.
I don't resent this proof,
Instead I take pleasure from it,
Knowing that you dominate me,
Embarass me,
I am yours to control.
Such power over me,
Reduce me to ashes,
Heated thighs,
Pulsing inbetween,
Dominate my thoughts,
Look a what a mess you've made of me.

AnnaMarie Jenema Sep 2017

Consuming Flames

They say love is a flame,
But how can I agree?
For a flame consumes,
Until only ash remains.
But love gives unendingly,
Wouldn't it be better to say,
Love is water,
Life giving,
Guiding you home,
Rocking you to sleep.
Water comforts
Heals,
Cleanses,
But a flame,
It eventually dies out.
So let this love consume me,
Not as a flame would,
Selfishly taking for myself,
But comforting and lively as the waves.

AnnaMarie Jenema Sep 2017

Swan Salt

The fall days are over now,
I stare at the cold blue water,
Waiting for summer to come home,
Watching the blue sky hanging overhead,
Yet it continues to sit there,
Now a relic of the previous fall,
It's body within clear blue waves,
Gracefully diving beneath blue water,
Now but a representive piece,
Tainted from its original beauty.
This round vessel makes mockery,
Sitting on my porch, how dare you Swan Guord?!?!