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jb May 2018
planting the seeds,
i am,
adam, you're eve,
i am,
full of your needs,
but you,
resist my pleas,
i am,
sad and depressed,
i am,
thinking what's next,
after,
this cruddy life,
grabbing,
the bloodied knife,
stabbing,
with all my might,
before,
it hits my chest,
i tend,
to hesitate,
dropping,
the sharpened blade,
killing,
the urge to ****,
spilling,
down to my knees,
thinking,
of this disease,
that seems,
to make me wheeze,
in me, i am not free,
i see no ending light,
my brain, it wants to freeze,
and shatter into the night,
i am-
/
-oh so happy,
like a bird, i am flapping,
happily double tapping the pictures that you are mapping,
gleeful, you are the reason i smile, hoping you know this,
notice your bogus aura,
shimmers a shiny yellow like jello,
see through your soul full of gold,
you tend to bellow and giggle,
you're full of laughs-
/
my thoughts are so decaf, unless it's about you.
the hue within my eyes reduce and turn blue,
i brew,
within the ***, the kettle has turned red.
stripping me of my feelings, emotions have gone dead.
forever going to bed,
never to ever wake.
trapped within the fantasy,
eyelids like a canopy,
"can i be the one you choose,”
what else do i've got to lose?
well,
you.
like a light switch
jb May 2018
I remember in the fantasy, whenever I breathed.
I looked upon you, and you did not need to.
I can't believe that I believed I achieved such a bliss.
A diseased memory, that I can't seem to reminisce.
For you are not her, how could I be so blind?
You are just her shadow that's casted along behind.
I find you in my mind, confined to the perfect moments.
Unbind to your design, reminding me you're an omen.
I see you now,
Shadow Woman.
a little funny story lol,
i wrote this a year ago in high school, it was part of my creative writing project. i had to create a 25-page poem portfolio so i decided to tell a story throughout the poems, all of them were connected. the whole collection was about a girl who the narrator (me) had a crush on. he never talked to her, instead he created a version of her within his mind and created fantasies where they were in love. this poem is one of my favorites because it’s his realization that he’s been fooling himself with this fictional girl based on real emotions. i just wrote “sky woman” (based on my girlfriend) without even thinking about “shadow woman” and it’s just funny how she became real.
:)
jb May 2018
baby how’s the weather,
a feather-weighted day dream,
delicate as it may seem, this is my reality,
watching as you fall to me,
fall for you, you’re all i see,
causing you to look so free,
gosh, we’re running happily,
baby how’s the weather, i-
never would of guessed that, i’d-
be so loved within your eyes,
almost like you’re made of light,
with you i engage in flight,
visit you up in the skies,
in love with the way you rise,
tag along, we’re hand in hand,
finally i understand,
that the weather here is grand.
a poem from a collection i’m writing called “MARRON VOL. 1”
  May 2018 jb
April Jean
Honey, your perfect...
Eyes dark and perfectly brown, though brown is a basic word.

Your eyes are a whirl,
of golden dreams and chocolaty sweets.
Takes away my breath, when our eyes finally meet.

They say yours are bland, with no future or life plans,
but babe, I see right through that.

Thoughtful, intelligence. You cast a deep warning glance.
I knew you'd hear

Eyes deep, glowing, a golden night sky.
Wisdom older than your age. Darling can't you see?
Step out of your cage!

Your perfect. Eyes will glisten, all heads will turn to listen, when my brown eyed babe, takes to stage.

Show them who you are, calm in a world of rage...

This is to you, my brown eyed babe.
brown eyes are so underrated. The true perfection within is breathtaking! Just a lil note to all the brown eyed babes out there, you are beautiful!
jb May 2018
i was dancing in a field full of daisies and lilies,
the posies were silly while the roses stood pretty,
then the sun went down as the flowers went to fall,
then suddenly a single little beauty stood tall,
little lunar lullaby that stretched upon the darkened sky whisked away the flowers full of power to the other side,
leaving little luna in the garden by her lonely,
i walked up to her petals and she told me listen closely,
“every time i rise, they all leave” is what she told me,
“how come i’m alone left to freeze” is what she told me,
standing high and glowing bright,
i motioned up toward the sky,
up toward the perfect moon,
“isn’t it alike to you?”
then i watched her bloom anew,
breaking free of her cocoon,
full of doom and solitude,
now the sun returns again,
shining out across the land,
thus the healing has began,
all the flowers jump and stand,
withering away and slowly,
little luna halts her glowing,
falls on down and hits the earth,
whispering “i’ll see you soon”
whispering “my little moon”
forgot i wrote this last month ****
jb May 2018
wander to another land,
feel the breeze skip on your skin,
dance along volcanic brims,
lust.
reaching out your aching hands,
stretching out, your body stands,
like a leaf, you twirl and spin,
lust.
sunny skies and solar rays,
never night, it's always day,
all the darkness runs away,
lust.
happy as you seem to glow,
gleam so white alike to snow,
and your eyes, don't get me started,
lust.
marron and apparently,
apparent eyes, the soul i see,
pure and full of energy,
lust.
you are light personified,
stuck, i'm on the darkened side,
so i watch you from afar,
lust.
standing still, i start to rust,
here so long, i'm forming dust,
but for you, all i can do is,
lust.
adoring someone you can’t have.
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