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jimmer Jul 2016
I love you.
I love the way you speak.
Your words like feathers,
Soft,  gentle,
As if im fragile as glass
Eloquently drifting through space
They envelope me
Their warmth
Their delicate strength
Tender and sweet.
Pulling me in
Longing to hear just another word
Spoken
from the careful lips of a lover
They flow like a river
Erasing the worries of my mind
With each soothing sylable
Leaving me yearning for more
jimmer Jul 2016
I am strong.
That's what others say of me.

But its not true.
I'm only strong for those I love.
I don't let them see me broken.
I hold my composure
Act as if everything will be okay

But when I'm alone at night,
That's when I become weak.
I am as fragile as life.
I shed countless tears,
My body trembles in agony,
Air escapes my lungs as I hyperventilate,
Until I finally pass out.

As I sleep,
Nightmares torment me,
They eat me alive
Until I wake up
with a tear stained pillowcase.

I am not strong.
The people I love,
They make me strong.
jimmer Jul 2016
Don't cry my love,
all will be well.
To live without you,
now that would be hell.

We are okay,
I promise you my dear.
With each passing day,
I feel you more near.

You are the one,
my only,
my forever.
Thats exactly how long
I plan to be together.

So let go of that guilt,
that shame,
that burn.
It is nothing but a lesson learned

Please smile my love,
nothing is lost.
Our love is graced
from God above.
jimmer Feb 2016
Im captivated by you,
Entranced by the beautiful flaws
Of your perfect imperfection.
The way your eyes lay upon me
And how your words delve into my mind,
Washing away my fears.
The way in which your lips graze my skin
And your hands caress my body,
Removing my insecurities.
The way your smell calms me
And the beat of your heart is like song,
Drowning out the worries of the day
The way that you love me
And your adoring smile,
Making me fall endlessly in love with you
jimmer Nov 2015
Life is messy.
There's no black and white,
Only whether to give in
Or whether to fight.
Just a person
Trying to survive.
Hoping one day
You might thrive.
jimmer Jun 2015
Her lover was faithful
But it was not kind.
It took all of her dreams,
And left them behind.

Now she's withering,
Like a dying flower.
The addictive white dust,  
Stealing her by the hour.

Her family disowned her ,
Her house reposessed.
But her white dusty lover,
Oh,  it loved her the best.
jimmer Jun 2015
He sat under a hazy mooned sky.
Mental snapshots
Of the sad layered stories of life
Crept into his haunted dreams.
The inner torture waking him,
His nerves pricking to life.  
A sickening wave of dispair
hit him like a freight train.
Fear had found him.
The shadowy figure of his past,
Swiftly approaching,
Only to send him into sinking depression.
There was no light.
Within the darkness
He became aquainted with his demons.
A war against himself broke loose.
He fought until the bitter end.
Then the sky exploded,
And he was finally at peace.
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