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Sep 2015 Jess

bitter

Sep 2015 Jess

17th

bitter

I wanted to be near you
I hope you don't mind me
making you feel close
making you feel home
we're not entirely lost

my hands were between my thighs
as you walked me through the line
where misconceptions were all about
"hey, please don't cry"

all I wanted was to improve
doesn't matter who was him to prove
that trust was not something to do for good
trusting him was the treasure
that I would take it as a pleasure
only if he'd stayed

RHYMES BRO

#love #trust #sad #girl #boy #romance #rhymes #him #me #bro

Sep 2015 Jess

It runs deep

Sep 2015 Jess

Annatman

It runs deep

My love it runs deep, carving paths through tiny crevices,
under the surface, within.
It cascades over jagged edges, smoothly, undeterred, undevided.
My love it runs swiftly, not holding back, resolute and ever-knowing
where the basin-home lies, wide-open.
Shall it be cut off from the main-stream course, an unexpected turn-
it keeps gliding, slowly, gently onward.
And shall it lose momentum, caught in a depression, turn
murky, foul, lifeless - patience - over seasons or ages
it shall rise and become clear, weightless.
My love is never old - change is her shadow - loss, a mirage
on the long journey through the frenzied jungle, home.
Formless is her nature, unbecoming and rebirth - her breath -
every moment, anew.

just clumsily throwing together some sentiments I've had in a free-form

#love #poetry #freeform #spilledink #unrhymed

Sep 2015 Jess

Niamh 24/04/15

Sep 2015 Jess

Roo

Niamh 24/04/15

There is an orchestra on my neck shaped like your pulse*
and I feel it when your teeth graze.
I feel it when your face lights up like a puppy when it greets its owners.
I feel it when I pull away from our kiss and you look at me like there is
nothing else*
you would rather be seeing.
I feel it when people say I will hurt you
and for a second I might believe them.
But then the orchestra starts to play and I am reminded that to hurt you
would feel like
death.

I can feel the love reverberating through my body like a warning sign.
It's been a year since I was last in love and can I afford to try again?
Then your pulse begins to play as the orchestra in my neck
and I scold myself for letting
the insecurities take over.

Since we first kissed,
I have reminded myself repeatedly that I am not good enough
for anybody.

Since we first kissed,
you have reminded me repeatedly that not only
am I good enough,
but that I am good enough
for you.

*** AFTER "DURING THE MONTH" BY SIERRA DEMULDER. DIRECT QUOTE IN BOLD ***

this is part 1 to my "Niamh 26/08/15". The dates symbolise the beginning and end of our relationship as well as when I wrote the poems. I actually sent her this poem just before she broke up with me. I was building up to telling her I was in love with her.
Roo :)

#love #gay #happy #queer #lesbian #alsokindasad

Sep 2015 Jess

To A Forgotten Woman

Sep 2015 Jess

Ralph Albors

To A Forgotten Woman

On the dawning horizon, Barcelona.
Above us, a quiet storm rages.
A meter away, Isabel,
with her abyssal draw-well eyes,
Silence as her name,
catapults for legs.

Your name, nothing more.
Your past and life, trivial.
Only your name was important
and I obtained it: Isabel.
It was but a physical infatuation,
completely platonic and surreal.

You whose name I will forget.
June 31st

#love #beauty #summer #forget #platonic

Sep 2015 Jess

Seasonal Breeze

Sep 2015 Jess

the Sandman

Seasonal Breeze

You are winter afternoons;
You're light jackets and khakhi shirts;
You are long fingers twined around a cup of chai;
You're the authentic exotic experience without the strings.
My cool heat that stings the back and caresses the arms,
You blow hot/blow cold
Alternately.
When you're hot
And my hands are stuffed in my pockets,
You are gentle and intense
And full of purpose
But with the spring,
You whirl away in dust,
Leaving your tropical wonderland
Bitter, barren and absent.
My Persephone that retreats to the underworld,
You take away my flowers
Too soon.
Let me have May with you;
Wait for me to catch up.
Slow down.
I'm counting in clicks of the clock
Our ons and our offs.

— The End —