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Jacqe Booth Aug 2010
Tiny little parcel
All wrapped up and waiting to be
Undone.
Sitting quietly
Under the shade of
Resentful
Ambiguity.
Cautious scarred and wry
(smiling)
insecurity
See me sitting calmly
assembled
All parceled up and wanting
Waiting
To be unpicked

Carefully
Hand stitched
Calling softly (upon deaf ears)
To be untied
To see what lies
Beneath each fettered
Layer.
Role player
This small and softly spoken
Box
Of being
Seeing nothing
Feeling everything
With wary
(doleful)
Soulful eyes.
(closed)
Dreaming of being
(open)
I am token
Bundle
(******)
a pile of sticks
untamed.
Paused upon the ground
unsound
Aspiring to to be burned
In order to
(feel)
spurned.
This collated stack
Of feelings lost to the numb of
Being wrapped up and tied to the self.

A book full of stories
Unnamed.
Pages upon pages
Loose words
Collected
Piled and falling
Upon a dusty
Neglected shelf
Too much of the self
Not enough of the other.

Resting.
Worn out
Dog eared
Belayed by fear.

Waiting
Wasting
Hasting
to be undone.
To be unknotted
Frayed
Displayed
Vast volume
Unspoken betray.

Hold fast
This minute
Package
Lying restless
At your feet.
Jacqe Booth Aug 2010
Cold heart
all warmth depart
as distance takes its hold.
Crossed arms, knee fold .
You can't;
I can't,
See me for these walls.
You can't;
I can't,
Hear me for this noise.
Static buzz between us,
void and unforgiving.
In sadness i sit alone.
In separation we walk backwards; together.
Am i disappearing?
A ghost with limpid tears
and teknicolour fears
of loss and self loathing.
This is only for today,
this grief and ever fading.
Tomorrow
time will have passed
and warmth back in shall
seep.
Jacqe Booth Aug 2010
No more
In love
No more fallen
Rather falling
We are brushed finger tips
Waving goodbye
Choked,
Air stuck
Tight lipped
I feel sick
And tired
Raw flesh
And cut deep
Straight through
To already
Brittle and broken
Bone.
Alone
And tripping
Over the
Falling sky.
Red eyes
Disguise
Roll the dice
Snake eyes
And the next roll
Is in your hands.
Jacqe Booth Aug 2010
It feels like I’m falling
When really I’m flying
which is why
my feet don’t feel like they’re touching the ground
(once lost, now found, I am soaring homeward bound)
Feels like I’m crying
When really I’m laughing
these tears
that fall crystalline clear from once
muddied dark and dying eyes
are from smiling all the time.
Early mornings and a reason to rise.
Small kisses, deep sighs,
Love denying conviction
A heart soul lust
triptych addiction
I’m drowning already
and yet only half submerged
Destiny converged
To bring time ever alluring into my open
Wanting, waiting palm.
You bring a calm to my daze
A serenity to the inner madness
That chews and claws within
You fill the void that had become my universe
Each dwelling sadness you reverse
With your tender touch
And deep blue cave water eyes.
I cannot deny
The passion you inspire
I cannot ignore the flame you ignite
So stow my fright
And onward sail
Ballast full
Heart pull
And happiness tugging
Serendipitous
At the blood red stitches
of my patched and tough tender
worn, now swelling heart.
Jacqe Booth Aug 2010
So i drew a pile of words onto the page
and in a rage i covered them in black lines and criss crosses until a
small sad scribbly sailing ship appeared upon the scarred bark white sheets;
mooring, sinking, drinking in the brine
and choking on weeds that drift
aimlessly atop a deep engulfing sea.
Dying boat submerging to be free
Lonesome boat singing a fading melody,
Water cleans.
Moonlight streams.
Seafolk dream
and the ocean breathes in a calm that swells
into a seething, heaving storm within a sea of scribbled words
lines blurred
bone dry
sun starched
my mouth is parched
and words form salted pearls upon my lip.
Jacqe Booth Jun 2010
She fingers at my ***
and plays me like a mandolin
Long notes
strings pulled
All I can hear is blood rush through my brain
Insane
All this ******* and a smile
Stretched from ear to ear.
She says I am awesome sauce
If I’m the sauce she must be the pasta
Faster and faster
We **** until chords fall
Freely from our throats.
High notes
Like music to my ears.
All fears lost when I look into her
Deep brown eyes
I cannot disguise
My lust
There is trust
In this madness
Like falling down a rabbit hole
Looking for cake to eat
And magic potions to drink
I could sink into her completely
I could drown in her whole
She takes the sadness from my soul
and replaces it with the simple joys
of happiness and like meeting like.
Jacqe Booth Jun 2010
You… yes you.
(You know who I’m talking about)
I’m looking at you and you’re not even here

(You’re In my head and I don’t plan on letting you out)

{You’re in my heart and settling in}

(warm skin, I’ll keep you warm when all warmth departs)

It’s nice and cosy in here… you may as well take off all your clothes.
I suppose that’s a little bit forward;
Then again
Why would step backward when the future looks so bright?

With that crazy
Sexed up gaze you get in your
Café latte
Chocolate-brown eyes.
I have it locked inside my head
I’m holding it trapped;
A fortuitous hostage,
Within the once cold steel bars of my heart
It’s not so cold in there anymore
With your smile
Warming me from the core.

(I want more and more and more).

Does that make me needy?
Greedy?
A glutton for your lust?
A safe keeper for your trust?

Take my hand and walk a while
We can smile
For every mile
We tread together
Like nautical rope
I will tether you to your happiness.
I will bind you to your joy.

I could write of you until I ran out of keys
Until I ran out of pen and paper
Until the light leaves the sky
I cannot deny
The infatuation
That is stalking my mind.

Your voice
With its rich and sultry depths
Your music
With it’s unkempt passion
Girls like you
With your unquestionably
Infectious desire
Will never go out of fashion.

From now on when I think of awesomeness
I’ll always think of you.
From now on when I think of blood rush
Passion and lust
I will inevitably think of you
With that crazy
**** me baby
Look in your eyes.
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