Ives - Hello Poetry

Ives Feb 2018

yearn

yearning eats at me
like maggots eat at the dead;
ever gnawing at the flesh of my body.
i tear into your heart as softly as i can; feather light bites surround your lungs.
seeds i planted in you grow from your mouth; i will rip them out with my tongue.
my heart embodied in yours; i try to feel again through you with you for you always you
you you you you you you yo u yo u y o u y ou y o u y o uy o uy o u y ou y o u yo u
let me inside you let me break you apart looking for myself let me tear open your heart to retrieve mine
let me knock down your walls finding myself let me love you every bit of you let me hear everything you want hidden
me me me me me emememe ememem emememe memememememem em me me me em me me me me me m e m e e

Ives Feb 2018

taste buds

I yearn to tear down your walls like I tear at the skin on my lips. Biting and yanking until I can taste the metallic blood. I will caress your mind like my tongue wets my mouth. I will apply various healing products until I find the one that works for you (hopefully it will be my light words and soft touches). I won't let your mind crack and break and chap. I know I shouldn't be so vicious getting through the walls you've built around you; I know it's selfish to tear up your mind the way I tear up my body. The curiosity and the instinct for experience take over and I might leave you wanting more even though it will show on your face you aren't healthy. Everyone tells me it's dehydration that causes this. For me, of water and for you, of me. Even though I drink and drink and drink to quench this thirst, the craving can not be satisfied. When I rub my lips together, they’re like sandpaper. I hope that's not what you feel when I decimate the protective layer of you. That is, only if you let me. I'm this force you didn't see coming. I appeared one day with a subtle joke and a cryptic smile. I found the flaw that planning from the inside causes. The soft edges and rough area in between, keeping visitors from delving to close into obscure secrets you don't want said out loud. But I can hear you through the concrete and pain. I will destroy what little security you have from a storm like me. I will destroy myself finding you. And once found, so easy to lose again. Forgive me when I leave; don’t forgive me when I run (although I will want you to). I want to know that I can come back, and you will still want me. I can speak easy with you and the words from my abrasive mouth will flow over and heal your cuts from the broken bricks like the water tries to heal my biting teeth and corrosive mind. It won’t help either of us. It will take us in, and we will be fooled into thinking this false invulnerability will save us both. It won’t. I will come back. I won’t disappear forever no matter how much you want me gone. I will be the acerbic thought in your mind and taste in my mouth.

Ives Feb 2018

honeymoon stage

Maybe it's the haze of the honeymoon stage
So much to learn and so little time
Never wanting to sleep
So the day will never end.
What a wonderful day it was.!
I forgot about him the day we started talking.
Maybe it's terrible to neglect his feelings and
Forget about the way I felt for him in this honeymoon stage of hardly repressed smiles and jittery nerves.
But even if i do still have feelings, there's nowhere for them to go. Not for him.
But for you, they are blooming;
you could be the first evergreen in a former garden of ephemeral deciduous.

Ives Feb 2018

captivate

rain and fog in the early morning
sunsets and sunrises
dew on flowers and grass
the moon on a clear night
winter’s chill after heating your skin by a fireplace
summer’s humidity after chilling by a vent
the seagulls calling at the beach
thunder and lightning over the ocean
the first taste of lemonade on a hot day
falling onto your bed after a long day
cuddling up to watch a move
hot chocolate
road trips
the smell of dirt overwhelming your senses
the first blossoms in spring
taking off wet clothes
quenching thirst
putting on chapstick
instrumentals
clean sheets
scars you know will never fade but made you who you are
falling for you

Ives Feb 2018

the fountain (II)

You sit on a slab of stone at the edge of a fountain. A sweet, haunting melody communicating its meaning into your right ear. Eyes closed, you see only darkness. Feel the sun’s heat burn into your back as a refreshing breeze brings pervasive mists of water from the cascade of crystal liquid only a few meters away. You slowly drift into unconsciousness as the music softens. A tear slips down your face; it gains speed until it slams into the pavement and seeps into the ground, but you have by then moved onto the light streaming into your vision of black. You had become attentive from the crescendo of polyphonic but simple keys playing a familiar tune, still only through your right ear. In your left, you hear the wind and water, which both seem to be gaining in sound with the music. You inhale; feel the air flow into your lungs and mix with your body. Now exhale. Your breath mingles with oxygen in the open space as you deflate from the tiny loss of life.

Ives Feb 2018

the fountain (I)

Mere existence is a wondrous thing. To think of complicated and simple ideas that expand the horizons of your mind. To feel each rainstorm and emotion. To see sunrises and imaginary worlds. To touch your love ones and their understanding. To taste the tears rising from your throat and each meal you eat. To hear laughter and words unspoken. To smell every rose and petrichor.

Ives Feb 2018

still

I’m still choking on the honey he poured down my throat. Sonorous tears stream down my face as I struggle to take all that is given to me. The thick texture cutting off all air to my lungs, and the only breaths are through my nose; every few seconds when the sobs stop I glance upward at your hidden face. My eyes probably looked like Christmas with their red and green. It spills out the side of my mouth and onto the floor next to my servile knees. My hands are chained behind my back, so I can’t touch you.

The waistband of my pants has been digging into my stomach. I can still feel you there. Digging your way into my soul. Even if I try to pull you back, you only snap into me with more force than before.

The world is a reflection of me. The rain that’s been falling since I awoke at 6:37 this morning could only reflect how I fell even further when I read your goodnight text.

The flowers that I used to represent our blooming feelings died yesterday. But they’ve been dying for a while. I smelled them one last time and the rotting scent followed me as I dropped them out the window.

The blankets that kept me warm many nights before tried to suffocate me last night. I tossed them off constantly and became cold. I pulled them back and learned to deal with the sweat on my sheets.

I always feel a little scared driving in the rain. I’m still learning how to control the car. I don’t want to glide on the water and crash the way we flew and broke.