J P: Favorites

Mom, you have showed me to laugh.
Tough times at school.
Grades, people.
You shined through.
Strait from heart to heart.
You are a positive.
You made me.
You are me life instructor, my way to life.
You have showed me a path.
I am a purpose.
I am rain.
You don't hide like other when I may start create lightning bolts.
No, no you, you calm me, create me.
I love you.
Thank you mom.
Tough times shine through when you are near.
You are my hero.
You are my god.
Sometimes my only belief.
I love you, yet again said.
But not expressed.
You always ask me.
"Amber, how much do you love me?"
Well mommy, this is it.
I love you.
Thank you.
<3

Jan 2013 J P

Grandmother.

Jan 2013 J P

Amber

Grandmother.

You are bright, psychedelic, jubilant.
You have made children, parents.
You have gave me a mother.
A life to introduce me in thus world.
I love you, we love you.
You are a streak of a sun ray.
You show me a world, new.
Green, red, pink, blue, colors everywhere.
You sing, projecting beautiful sounds.
Leaving me to live happy.
Thank you.
I love you.
Je t'aime.
XOXO
<3

I love you granny cat. To you.

Jan 2013 J P

Rose

Jan 2013 J P

Amber

Rose

The fragrance of sweet red.
Leading you towards the fiery pit of pedals.
The thing of love.
To me is the thing of death.
To mourn then place.
One by one, extinct.
The beauty of life.
Pedals fall one, two, and so on.
Rose,
beautiful,
deadly.
Rose.

Jan 2013 J P

Baton Rouge

Jan 2013 J P

brooke

Baton Rouge

Almond Roca in the winter
the trees smell like sun and
the floors are heated, maybe
the swell of ******* under a
red plaid robe, we both have
tear dimpled faces but cider
the cider smells good in this
house, in these mugs on the
table, this morning is like

syrup

(c) Brooke Otto

Jan 2013 J P

I miss you...

Jan 2013 J P

Donna

I miss you...

There are moments..
small
silent
moments

when I remember...
dark
painful
memories

full of tears...
warm
wet
tears

that gently fall...
like
summer
rain

on the sand...

and my heart...
bruised
battered
broken

beats like thunder...
pounding
rolling
thunder

and my skin...
burns
aches
screams

for your touch...
warm
tender
touch

that is gone...

Jan 2013 J P

awkward.

Jan 2013 J P

kara lynn bird

awkward.

Awkward would be the word to describe me...
Around you.

And I don't mean physically,
around you...
Like two bodies intertwined.
I mean emotionally...
I am emotionally wrapped around you.
Like a reader to a page turning novel
a singer to their next note,
All of these things float-
On my awkwardness of you.

It feels like snow in the summertime
A funeral on your birthday-
The moment when you're afraid to let go
But yet,
You have a reason to celebrate.

It feels so right
And yet so very wrong
Something that makes you question everything
And God only knows I question everything.

I've never been so awkward-
I feel like a boy who hasn't grown into his arms-
Like a swimming pool that sits without water,
Kind of like the circle yes-or-no thing.

I guess if awkward is what I'll have to be
Is it fair to say I'm growing?
These feelings are unfamiliar
I know who I am-
But maybe this,
Is who I'm supposed to be...