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 Nov 2012 Britney Kempker
ReemaS
The moment where I'm no longer angry with you is when I let myself go enough to enjoy you.

Suddenly you become important again. Refreshed, I see you as I once have. Kissing hands of a working man.

Looking back into your eyes as your hands hold onto my neck I realize that seeing you with another women would make me jealous.

In those moments I enjoy giving myself to you. Reminding you why you wake your mornings to a person like me.

Only in those moments I dont feel like hurting you with pain but only with pleasure.

Only in those moments is when I can enjoy you.
I long for the tantalizing-turbulent taste of your being
The way you make love with the simple wordless-ness of action
The rhythmic motions of your body so close, an within mine
The sweat dripping slip of callused hands on my skin
How you SHOW me the words you speak
So often
So loudly
Quietly when we are alone
The love, I want to feel more that hear
Seeing they say is believing,

I want to
Touch, smoldering steady fire
That lingers in your heart
Not just rely
On the fallacy that
Words abide

But I haven't
Felt the burn of your desire
Or the subtle warmth of furnaced kiss
Nor have you "loved" me with
All the fierceness that I have
Come to depend on
The surety that alone would never change
When you would let me love you till the heat
Brought water spewing from smoldering eyes
How the redness of swollen lips lead to
Sweet words
On my tongue
My face
Communicating with the eyes alone.

I long for love
Long for the connection of
More than words
Having been lied to for a lifetime
Fed from a liers hand
Bitten to much to believe anything but what you show me
What you make me feel
Inspire me to do

And oh how I love you
You complete and utter manly mess
How I've tried to stand firm
On weak knees
Tiny shoulders aren't meant to hold the world
When knees fail
And the rock you should be
Is as feeble

How you bleed my heart
With the way you
Love me
Bleed it dry
A puddle I stand in
Daily
Waiting for you
Longing for you
To wake up
From whatever has taken you away from me

I long for you
Though you stand beside me
Close enough to touch
Smell
To reach
To touch your callused hands

And imagine what they felt like
To
A distant
Less drained
Me

Where I was happy
Where I was complete
Had not the other half
Of my soul, not but abandoned me.
The girl was a troubled one.
Broken, so it seemed.
Just when they all thought she was done.
She grasped her hopes and dreams.

She held on tightly to her strength.
She let her burdens go.
The girl learned from each of her many mistakes.
The girl began to grow.

She continued her journey and became a mother.
She never knew such wonder.
The girl had learned love, the biggest lesson of all.
The girl.
The girl became a woman.
 Nov 2012 Britney Kempker
Jerry
This is as good as it gets!
For what purpose do I exist.
A cruel joke of Mother Nature?

The Tree of life!
efficiently conjectured,
of Birth & Death.
Responding all, to wind, rain and sun.

The fruit of the tree,
Love, Anger, and Indifference.
must die to become fertile ground.

Such an efficiently cruel cycle.
The tree of life.
The "drug".
It takes me away, to a much higher place.
Away from society that wants to shove lies in my face.
Away from the anger, that builds in my veins.
Away from the politics, medication, and pain.
It brings me to a peaceful land.
It brought me to art, taught me to use my hands.
It brought me to music, let me lift my voice because I can.
It brought me to myself, told me, take a stand.
The "drug", it is my medicine.
The "drug", the Earth, it saved me.
Look at me
through the mass
into my eyes
not at my ***
               You seem to believe
               I'm not that.
               peel the skin
               **** the fat
make me laugh
make me cry
something, anything
just please don't lie
               I understand
               Can't read your mind
               But I've seen it before
               I know your kind
                                                            ­     Can't fool me.
They say if you believe in something
enough, it'll happen.
I believe in nothing, and it happens
every single day.
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