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Javi Claycombe Jun 2014
What are you doing to me?

I love you...
The moment she pulls you in tight, and you can see the internal battle of fear, suspicion, and doubt in her eyes. Under her shaky breath she asks you.
Javi Claycombe Feb 2014
It comes down to this single moment
Sitting here lazily on my bed
Unable to decide, whether or not
To feel sadness or depression

Perhaps what I should be feeling is relief
What I'd rather be feeling is empowerment
To remain hopeful, despite the odds
But I can't decide

How can I be sure of how my story ends
Am I to live out one of the most historical love stories of all time
Which character was I meant to be
A common man, bound for common love

I'd rather be the uncommon man
Who fights for something greater than just common love

How can I be sure though
Would I fight for victory or tragedy
Would I be a good common man
With a simple and meaningful life
Or would the taste of battle never leave my tongue
Making me regretful, of what could have been

Common men are necessary
They're the majority
They keep the uncommon man alive
Telling their children about great
Battles of courage
Battles of victory
And those of failure

Am I to tell my children of these stories
Am "I" meant to raise the uncommon men

Or did my mother raise me to be more than just the common man

"I am meant for greatness"
"I am uncommon"
"I am hopeful, despite the odds"

"My story will be worth telling"
"I fight for Love"
Javi Claycombe Jan 2014
Everything reminds me of her
It gives me hope
Javi Claycombe Jan 2014
I refuse to miss you
Staring into the picture of you
Escaping to the memory of you

Laughing about what I said to you
Struggling to recall the sound of you

Laughing
Singing
Your heart beating

I refuse to
I need to

Not, what could have been
But, what has always been

My love for you
What I have learned from you

The way you draw out your cry of excitement, before you roll into your vigorous laugh
How you play with notes alluringly whenever you sing to me
With my ear up against your chest I always hear your heart beating my name

I refuse to miss you

Its just a picture of you
Javi Claycombe Jan 2014
A man provides
Even when he is not loved
Because, he is a man
Javi Claycombe Jan 2014
This morning I woke up crying. It's strange, this has never happened before. I went to bed last night feeling numb, thinking that, this was God's way of helping me control my thoughts and feelings. I thought I'd continue to feel numb, until you were sure of what you wanted.

I didn't feel numb this morning.

The reason I'm sad is not because you may possibly be falling in love with someone else but the fact that you might be falling out of love with me. There's no question that we both care about each other and that we both would like nothing more than to make each other happy, that's who we are as people.

I have fun with you, I trust you, and I'm eased by your companionship.

My phone made an alert sound and I was instantly over filled with joy. In that brief second that it took me to pick up the phone, I had imagined that it was you saying that you still loved me unconditionally, and that you were sure that it was me, that it had always been me, and it will always be me.

It's okay though, I'm just sad. Just like how you are unsure and because of that you are sad. I've been praying, hoping that this time in our lives is happening because it will make us stronger and wiser.
That in the end, it will just make us love one another more.

I've known for a long time that I have been losing you, I can't say I don't blame you for becoming uncertain and distant with me. The truth is I have no idea who you'll end up being in love with. All I know is that I still love you and that I'm not quite ready to give up on you.

I can wait for you, forever, and I think you know that.

Everything is okay though. It hurts us both, but it's okay. In the end we'll know. I know you dislike long texts, I was thinking about writing all this down in my journal instead, but I really wanted to share my thoughts with you. I figured, what's the point of loving someone if you are too afraid to express your thoughts and feelings to them.

So I'm expressing them.
I love you.
Javi Claycombe Nov 2013
The tub
The bin
The barrel
Whatever it may come in
I love Ice Cream till the very bottom
The richness of the sugars
The sensation on the lips
The chills down the throat
Everything blending together
We eat and eat until we reach the bottom
I love the Ice Cream that we eat
So much so fast
We never stop
Always looking for more
The richness of the sugars
The sensation to the lips
The chills down the throat
All blending together
Oh!
How I hope we find the mother load
All that we can eat
Until we can eat no more
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