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Aug 2022 · 317
Untitled
Aug 2019 · 466
My Love, A Poem
Jorge Love Aug 2019
I know the feel of your bones
creases in the  knuckle
The skin stretched taught
Grasping with my love, my hands

I love the squishy parts of you
The parts that give to my touch
Through your cream skin
I see the highways and byways
That bring my love life

your slender neck wants my kisses
to begin their way
down the valley of your spine
mmmmm those hips
the curves and dips
To My Wife
Sep 2017 · 290
Floating In Two Blue Pools
Jorge Love Sep 2017
I fought it, only slightly,
Your soft pull on me.
It was the gravity that pulls the sea.
It drew my heart, slowly.
Slow, like so many good things,
And now I drift.
Aug 2016 · 533
Falling a little in love
Jorge Love Aug 2016
I look at reflections on the tilted glass
Twisting what is on the surface
Bending my face upon the sweating arc
Hot and cold, you and I.

I see you through its warped world
Your look burns the air in my lungs
And words fall schorched into my mouth.
To fumble upon my unwilling tounge

And within the realm of me.
We have loved 1000 years
You smile and step lightly away,
To tear away from my tomorrow
Jul 2016 · 390
Three Seasons of Goodbye
Jorge Love Jul 2016
You have  slipped out of my view,
Softly and slowly ,
Like the sun behind a cloud,

You left loudly like a loon,
Slamming the front door,
Your heart rattled in your throat,

Now you have gone, wordlessly
A cold icy dream,
A winters day with no sun.
Jun 2016 · 733
The Cuckoo
Jorge Love Jun 2016
It is my wish that you should be,
A strong willow,
Branches waving in my tomorrow.
A stone stuck firm in the fields of forever.
Hoping your waves will travel,
backward through time;
To kiss the sands of this island,
lingering a moment,
and washing back away.
But even if I find your tree
laid bare in winters closing.
I will rejoice to find myself
held in your naked branches.
And like some mad bird
I will nest with no clutch.
Just to be near you at years end.
Dec 2015 · 413
Poem to My Young Heart
Jorge Love Dec 2015
You need to grow,
To feel the pain of loosing.
You need to bleed,
And hurt a little alone.

Because love grasps blindly
From where you've fallen,
It does not scream
When you stand tall.
Feb 2015 · 508
Melancholy Once More
Jorge Love Feb 2015
The silent street's song
Falls cold on my callous ears.
A cool kiss creeps upon my face.
This midnight melancholy,
This sad insomnia,
From time to time...
Sets in my bones
Jan 2015 · 423
Why I Am Not Crushed
Jorge Love Jan 2015
What do you say when faced the prospect of always being alone? When you are stuck like an echo in a long empty corridor. And for all the noise you make you are met with an immovable silence. When all your struggling stops and in stillness, you're sounds run from you.
It's sobering to think Contrary to niaeve childhood thoughts, "you will find your someone... that all will be well". But these thoughts are human and my feelings are sharp in my chest, from time to time they cut me. I would be crushed under the weight of these feelings if not for the hope that is found in Christ. If I am to find someone he is the hope I have till then. If I am to remain lonely I will not be alone, and I have hope to find a deeper meaning, deeper beauty in my solitude. My need for another person to love will never outweigh my need for Him.
Ive looked long and hard and the only hope I find is in Him
Jan 2015 · 617
Melancholy
Jorge Love Jan 2015
Let me sit alone in my silence
Sometimes a sleepy sadness
Is what I need
Try not to unravel who I am
For tomorrow I will wake with hope
And dust off my former self with a sigh
And melt into the bright new morning.  
So let me sit in comfort
In sweet despondence
In a melancholy mood
Dec 2014 · 576
Love's seven sins
Jorge Love Dec 2014
Worms of wrath and worms of envy
Wreathe beneath my aching flesh.
My heart lies cold on the floor of Lust
Yet alone it beats afresh.
Is it pride that keeps it beating,
long after others end.
Or is it greed to long for someone
Wishing to be not just a friend.

Silly slothful thoughts sometimes
rush trough my weary mind.
leave well enough alone they say
love's something you won't find
this gluttonous desire
for somebody to hold
Can never be fulfilled
Yet it will not be controlled
Nov 2014 · 469
Technostic
Jorge Love Nov 2014
We, are the users.
Shrieking into the Digital abyss.
The plight of Fallen man
Posted on our windows.
We barely even stop to comment.
Content, with a kernel of the truth
Lost, we are caught in the web
And as we Struggle it cements us
There our screams are scrawled on walls
Whose echos are seldom heard
lost in the white noise,
In a Fedback loop
And then
Muted...
Jorge Love Oct 2014
If you see a light in my eyes,
Its because there is a heat in my chest.
Burning me hollow, filling me with fire.
Steam may sigh from through my lips,
When those two fires fix upon you.
Don't see a false smile as you search me,
It is the the kiln's closed doors.
Look at what hides beneath,
The core of me.
My most secret of places
Is so easily seen,
If only you'd open it.
Aug 2014 · 615
People Watching
Jorge Love Aug 2014
Its funny how we sally onward,
Like trains on an unmovable track.
We make our scheduled stops,
Taking care not to pull in late.
Moving through the crowd
We stay inside our heads.
With stern looks
Straight ahead.
Towards the
Line's
End.                      
             ...but we are not trains
                                                          ­            ....we can set our own course
Jorge Love Jul 2014
I see you... inside.
I am a watcher.
I both pity and envy,
The wheel you run on.
Sitting here at my table
...Alone.
Watching you play
With the other rats.
I could never be
happy among them,
But you are.
I pity you.
I envy you.
Jul 2014 · 362
Midnight rain
Jorge Love Jul 2014
Why can I not  sleep
When such a gentle rain falls
And splashes outside
May 2014 · 416
Run Ragged
Jorge Love May 2014
I used to be young
I used to hold hope
I used to run
with no regard for my legs

I used to feel raw
I used to scream
I used to bare my heart
Knowing it would be wounded

My innocence is gone
But wisdom has come
Crawling on glass I came to feel
Screaming through silence I came to hear
Run ragged, I came to walk
Jorge Love Mar 2014
Are you through being lonely?
Tearless , hiding yourself.
Searching for what lies false within.

Singing songs of love.
Catching feeling from them,
But never knowing them.

Does your heart ache beneath your ribs,
Yearning for someone uniquely yours.
Someone finding you lovely to love.

Do you tire of being all fire,
Quenched in icy loneliness
Still loving... But loving no one.

I am sick of being grey
Shimmering colors wavering,
Left half alive and fraying

I suffer! sick of beating my breast.
Cursing my heart for still feeling.
Telling myself love is lost;

and not believing...
Jan 2014 · 747
Gag reflex
Jorge Love Jan 2014
Inside my skin, there is acid.
Burning , to escape
The cauldron bubbles
brimming, scalding
Madness Spills over

I cave in. Let it bleed
The thick black bubble bursts.
Its release leaves
The open wound to fester

My heart pumps poison,
It catches in my throat.
I scream and curse
And gasp for breath.
Let the bile boil.

Hate burns the brew
It simmers in the chest
It may be gone for a spell
But pots are made to boil
Boil over
Oct 2013 · 710
When finally she came
Jorge Love Oct 2013
I was waiting here when spring came,
She lifted my spirits with her warm mellow rains.
Softly she touched my face.
And filled me with the warmth of her sun.
I felt the heat of her upon me,
Melting my snow.
The birds made me sing with them,
I sang to her, and she came.
And we danced in the green fields
With wildflowers not yet blooming.
Love in newness
Not yet budding.
Jan 2013 · 2.1k
Skinny Dipping
Jorge Love Jan 2013
Scandalous, you running in your underwear
Droplets like dew, dripping from your hair
If you didn't think it was odd
I would try to catch them

We dried on that rock lying lazy in the sun
Sidelong glances at each other, one on one
Neither of us could stand to look too long
As if the vacuums of our eyes
Would create some black hole

You spoke and the little hairs
On the back of my neck
Stood in applause

Your hand brushed my hand
Goosebumps rippled from that point and
Through my body,
Alerting everything,
Like electricity
I was instantly alive
Jan 2012 · 695
Attack
Jorge Love Jan 2012
How wicked an inception
the beginning of our love
how sweet the deception
I was made unaware of

It ripped me in two
Only after the fact
But at least i had you
Behind my back

Behind my back
with a silver knife
you readied the attack
to ***** out my life

such a skillful attack
It was almost an art
you aimed for my back
and ****** through my heart
Jorge Love Jan 2012
Doldrums bang, doldrums, doldrums
Throughout she sang, throughout, throughout

My heart broke then, my heart, my heart
But then she spoke, but then, but then

Enraptured I flew enraptured, enraptured
Because she knew, because, because

Dispite what she does dispite, dispite
My love she was my love my love
Jul 2011 · 1.5k
What else if not love?
Jorge Love Jul 2011
And what in this cruel world is wickeder than love?
With its fiendish teeth sunk into its prey it injects a poison called happiness
And one can assume that it is pleasant for the time being but oh how it bites!
Joy shatters and what lies behind it is the black velvet drape that is despair.
Nothing pains us more, neither death, nor wounds of the flesh, nor affliction of the body
But the insufferable , unbearable stab to the heart that is love’s loss.
It leaves us utterly broken and yet completely whole.
Love is a fool’s game but in that time, a happy fool I was.
The scars of the heart make it hold together more heartily though it heals ever so slowly.
I will be willingly ensnared by this wicked love once more and I hope that once caught it will consume me completely.
Mar 2011 · 465
Untitled
Jorge Love Mar 2011
When with baited breath I stand
Withered and beaten, almost broken.
Hoping something praying more
Loving someone unknown, unseen.
Peering through the window of time
Seeing all that lies before and after
All will be worth it all will be well
Pain is here, love is here, you are here.
Jorge Love Mar 2011
I wish I could steal your sorrow
To make it moot and fill what's hollow
I wish I could heal those deep gashes
That left you broken into pieces

With a joy that could melt sadness
And peace to calm a raging anger
With health to make you whole again
And love that lasts forever

But my bleeding heart will not heal yours
Neither does my sorrow, Lessen that which you hold

See how I feel by how I love you
Take my kindness, Take My peace
Take my love and my joy
And my feelings will mirror yours
As they do even now
To all those abused or cut
Mar 2011 · 1.4k
My heart is a caged bird
Jorge Love Mar 2011
My heart is a caged bird wings clipped long ago
It sings in its gold spun cage of something I know not of
It flutters and ***** from time to time
And then tries to find some peace and remember,
When it was free to fly where it chose
Feb 2011 · 680
Magic lost
Jorge Love Feb 2011
Spin the story eyes all alight, only echoes of ideas splash upon the page.
Insights become enigmas as they pour from your brain onto the sheet,
Your wildest thoughts become dull and dry even to yourself.
A husk of a vision lay before you. A lukewarm expression of your burning sentiment.
Others put beauty in words to transform into vision, into sound, into experience.
How much more magical was it before the whitewashed dulled down medium they used.
The sheet that robs you of spark and blots everything to black and white
Those coal black words can create color for some but my love of them is equal
Only to my frustration in not being able to paint upon minds with them.
Feb 2011 · 677
A simple sentiment
Jorge Love Feb 2011
I laid there, you left me,
I laid where you left me,
I stayed where you left me,
Though you didn’t stay too.
It rained where you left me,
But I stayed where you left me
In hopes that the rains  
Might bring me to you
Feb 2011 · 663
If you were the sun
Jorge Love Feb 2011
Oh if you where the sun!
Then could I gaze upon you till the day waned
And shadows where thrown upon the land
Strewn about like fallen leaves.
How I would stare, long after your grace had left my sight
Still in my mind, your warmth upon my skin;
Patiently would I wait watching the moon, living on beauty borrowed from you.
But the silky spell it wraps the night in
All fades away with the coming of a new day

— The End —