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581 · Mar 2015
Loving
JWolfeB Mar 2015
I have learned how to elaborately align the alphabet
Using sentence slaying structure using polite table manners
Constructing a script of well displayed emotions
Attempting to find new ways
To say I love you
love words sentences
579 · Jan 2017
Drunken through and through
JWolfeB Jan 2017
Pressed between book ends and whiskey bottles
Our drunken breathe baited for affection
Wanting love to find ourselves
The unabridged version

We search glossary definitions looking for a respite of tainted
Cursively speaking alcoholic cacophonies
We rode the light energy of 5 in the morning
Leaving behind the pages of insecurities

That night we confessed the unthinkable
Begging for our names to written in the manifest of history
Wanting nothing more than to be each others sunrise
Slurring our last names into one, till death do us part
577 · Feb 2017
Absent invitation
JWolfeB Feb 2017
The cracked corners of her spoken too many times mouth bent just far enough upward to be called a smile
Teeth yellow from a coping mechanism you can't quite understand yet
Holding back each breathe just enough
For it it were not for the power in her lungs I wouldn't be here

She says "Boy you just don't understand"

Four years later,
This jigsaw puzzle is slowly compiling itself into a fading picture
54 years of back breaking uphill climbs
Two children who are still on a search to become men
Zero men that deserved her heart
A single mother conquering the branded arms of poverty
Days weaving together begging for refuge
Finding empty responses

She is the shore being abused by the ocean
Never once asked consent for what the body of water has taken
Her framework eroding from view
She has given too much too fast and it will not be given back

Cancer has a funny way of taking something that does not belong to it
Ending stories before they are finished
Cutting to the credits earlier than expected
We are powerless power lines being controlled by the wind

Four year later I hear her saying
"Boy you just don't understand"
You are right mother
I still do not understand
Why you are not here
571 · Sep 2014
At the fair
JWolfeB Sep 2014
Every year September 8th takes us on more year from the last.
We age, like broken toys that are kept around for too long.
Not her though.
no this woman defined ageless.

My mother, on her birthday she lights up like a child.
We go to the fair and spend time looking at forgotten things.
like wolf blankets and cleaning supplies no one will buy.
We get lost and hope that one day we will also be forgotten.
Forget about it.

Every year her cheeks would stretch out like green fields on a warm summer day.
Beautiful and full of excitement.
Her eyes dripping with pleasure from a family mended through a date on the calendar.
The sons only fighting when mom didn’t know.
Because no on fights on moms birthday and gets out alive.

Two years ago. September 8th came around.
Mom rolled into the fair on the wheels of cancer alone.
They creaked through the fairgrounds with a hollow echo that year.
Her cheeks, droopy with chemo. Her eyes help open with attempted happiness.
The air on that day stood still. Our palms, sweaty. Our hearts, broken.

Every year on her birthday I am reminded of how happy we use to be.
I entered the fair on my oiled up kneecaps and the courage of a lion.
As brothers, we walk through the fair.
Looking for things we can’t forget. Like wolf blankets and cleaning supplies we want to buy.
Anything to fill the emptiness.

Every year, september 8th takes us to a memory of what once was and will forever be a day of her.
We age, like toys that she watches down upon to ensure nothing breaks.
Yes, this woman defined us.
My mother passed about two years ago and her birthday just passed. This was a poem that helped me deal with some of the emotions of that day.
563 · Dec 2016
Here
JWolfeB Dec 2016
I am nothing more
Than brittle bones
And a frail heart
Praying
For someone
To make me better
563 · May 2015
Creation
JWolfeB May 2015
The moment God folded us into flesh
He wrote about perfection in his journal
Put our picture on his refrigerator
Day dreamed about selflessness
Spoke of passion
Wrote a book on love
As the dust settled on that day
God rested for he knew
We were fully broken
Ready to be made right
558 · Apr 2015
Luna
JWolfeB Apr 2015
As earth rotated into my darkness
The moon kissed my shadow
Hard into the forest floor
Giving my shades of gray
Reprieve in a family of identical
Light has been moving quickly
For too long
Attempting to fill space
That is already filled
Our shadows never
Fail to remind us that we are still here
Alive and breathing
Blessed by the grace of the moon
555 · Feb 2015
Marital thoughts
JWolfeB Feb 2015
I have folded my words in half
Compacted containers of dense details
Hoping to mold diamonds out of my mouth
Wishing that there was a chance
That these words could take form
Of a perfect circumference
One just snug enough to fit your commitment
Engraving love within this unification
Chiseling your last name into mine
553 · Jun 2014
Royalties
JWolfeB Jun 2014
I had to watch this boy go from 8-26 with a full man in his chest in less a moments notice, he was so angry from the sudden unwanted growth upon his being. The growth started in his collar bone, spread to his elbows, and exploded through his cupped fist slammed through the dried wall. I have see a lot of anger in my life. I've see small dogs get so angry that we follow them around everyday, their tails that is, that a circle is what makes sense to chase their feeling around the room. The dictionary says there are a few different synonyms for anger, like indignation, rage, and my favorite piqué.... Now this is my favorite word because the definition of pique is to affect with sharp irritation and resentment; especially to the pride. The image this draws across my neurons in the dome of safety behind my eyes ;just  imagine a king standing strong, chest out, flexing his insecurities across his cheeks. These cheeks have seen little girls cry from all the mothers taken away in the daytime hours to feed their needs to be alive, torn hair out of tomorrow because it looked too promising with potential, and a smile with deception lining each tooth. This king was confident in his worth. Then I watched the king wake up from his dream with an anvil on his throat and Grenades in his shoulders, ready to blow on anything with the ***** to step, to only realize he is standing in a group home with bare walls around the meds on the table. The pique sleeping in the beast will stayed subdued, the meds are kicking in. This is the image I imagine, because as I live life with this human machine I have watched the state shuffle his chess pieces into Chinese checkered closets to make it through the weekend. Mondays bring another day of forgetting families that ruined mind sets, but the families still lay on heart strings still playing come home to me. You were not made for this life happening before your eyes, you were made for much more, like changing lives. And you have shape shifted mine. You have shown me what strength is, because I always thought strength was being able to lift the most baggage off hearts broken like glasses in a middle school mix up. I was wrong. Strength is mustering up the courage to step out of bed when the world screams to you no, and your mind is heavier than the world under your tongue that you have yet to tell of. We both know you can change a life, it's just hard with the restraints placed across your ability, I'm sorry. To be honest, I know he is a king with a heart made of palace, bones of gold, and a head made from broken crowns his family has never fixed.  he has directed more life night lights than staff members have told him stop. He will not stop with the directional force of an ocean in his footsteps. I have never told him that he can move mountains with his voice, lift reality with his left arm and a fist with the other to show the power that he believes he can't possess. Buddy, I know they have held you down for so long, and that you despise them for it. I believe with everyday of my ****** heart that one day, you will change the universe. Because with a king like you, there is always a revolution.
549 · Dec 2014
Case of the Mondays
JWolfeB Dec 2014
May monday lessen its grip on your sorrows

Today a new page in an old book

Turned over for new eyes to read

Pasted into New york times

Reminding us today is not a tragedy

Today is a miracle
Hopefully everyone has an amazing Monday. Each day is a new one and we should be grateful to open our eyes upon another day.
547 · Sep 2014
They call him father
JWolfeB Sep 2014
I watched you get opened like the front page of a book that has already been written off. They took the words out of you mouth, plastered them across their beards and chugged them down with no hesitation. We don't have time for Icehouse and regret today. The fridge needs some company anyways.

Just frost the tips of the repression that occurred every time you winced your eyes at me, I knew to look the other way because blinding my memories with hate is no way to stroll into a future. I hate you for every beer drop you spilled on my potential. I hate you for ever false promise that dropped from your lungs.

I ******* hate everything about the way you wasted space in the compact ford escort of our house.

The smoke on your breathe expels lies and deceit. You have been playing the same ******* beat since yesterday afternoon of forever ago. It has rattled a family with fortified backbones into crumbled stones in a forgotten sandbox that simply lost touch with its inner child.

I feel like this is a bark through a mega phone in the forest that no one heard the tree fall.It's evident you're not capable of the contract you magically ripped apart with pen. You toxically signed the paper that set a fate challenge for an angel who never had a chance.

I need up being the sone of a *****, because after 44 years you have not taken responsibility for a single move you have made. I am still paying forward the pathetic slacks in your line. You never even took me fishing
A poem I wrote about some emotions I hold toward my father. Who left when i was 3.
545 · Nov 2014
Giving ink
JWolfeB Nov 2014
Blood dripped through at the tip of my pen

Scribing the words in my veins

Showing the shadows of altruism

Spilling ink across white skies

Shall my tattoos melt off my skin

Sacrificing my own existence

To write poems about you
543 · Feb 2015
Second hand hearts
JWolfeB Feb 2015
This body
These limbs
Those second hand organs
Part buckshot
Together forming a symphony
Of bad decisions
Inflating the punching bag lungs
Behind my sewer grate rib cage

Persuading my blood
To stay on track
With the veins i've been given
Finding embrace in fires
I can't put out yet
Boiling reasons to feel again
Falling thrift shop short
Heart lunging out
For new parts
542 · Apr 2015
Forgiveness
JWolfeB Apr 2015
She pick pocketed all the moments she told me she loved me
Strong arm robbed me of the hope planted in my sternum
Took the few words still stuck on my tongue
And so I forgave her

My heart did not break
The sun still rose today
And the rain reminded me I can still feel
And so I forgave her

I will move slowly forward
Finding new ways to forget her
Plucking her like cotton out of my memory
So I can forgive her
538 · Nov 2014
losing at winning
JWolfeB Nov 2014
Losing at winning
I lost you. In the ringing hospital machines and nauseating comfort of beds too many sick bodies have occupied. Through the stale air of the doctors presence. Into a room of 25 people each individually packaged. Wrapped in their sadness. Engulfed, longing for one more minute to donate to your blood stream. Lost in translation of recycled numbers that have bar coded too many lives already.

I lost you. In deflated lungs. Not only yours but mine. Speechless from all the things I forgot to tell you. The ones I have been screaming since. Running dry in a deserted lake bed wondering why these tears won't bring you back. The air I breathe is toxic. Feeling sticky as it slides down my throat for every breathe I wish you could still be breathing. Lost in life because you were life.

I lost you. In my finger tips. For everything I touch no longer grows. A gardener planting his lifes gain upon pavement. Praying for rain to experience everything wash away. Each moment of my days feel as if these callouses can't retreat. Creating barriers of a heart and mind. Stiffening my spine while burying coping methods under exit wounds. Hoping these scars will remind me of the time you patched my broken heart.
The arctic has been a place of lots of thinking and lots of poetry. Here is a poem I am working on and plan to add more and hopefully perform it at some point. Almost 2 years of her being gone now.
535 · Feb 2015
Letter to self
JWolfeB Feb 2015
Mold me into a better form of me than I was yesterday
Give me the power to love without reservation
Lay down blueprints of great decisions
A cooler side of the pillow
Someone getting up on the right side of the bed
Strength to care for more human than myself
Love yourself, but others more

Alright self all of this power resides in you
Stop asking for it
Take it and shape up
Make yourself the best self
You have seen thus far
529 · Nov 2014
Anxious hands
JWolfeB Nov 2014
As I watched her cut the turkey. Her hands moving like a locomotive. All the drive with direct intentions. Wanting to do nothing more than to serve the present hearts. Wrists wrapped in forgiveness. Wrists that have bent backwards like iron boards melted into spinal chords. Giving light to the veins tangling up here telephone pole arm ensuring that each moment she makes is electrifying. Work horse working at the jaw bit. Feeling freedom elbow down. Fingernails maroon layered. Tattered with stories of long days between selfless moments. Her hands had touched more lives than god can count. We lose touch of ourselves. To find star points in the sky waiting on us to make the first move. Her fingers bolted through gods carpet creating stars, moving the moon, and painting constellations over our heads. I am thankful for her giving. Not that she gave her life for me, no that was taken, by medical books and dictionary definitions. It is that she gave me life, so I shall bleed life through my pours. My bones will tremble with her presence releasing all forms of earthquake. 2 years ago. She did not cut the turkey. Her hands too weak to hold the air above her lips. Two years and your name has still not left my lips.
This year is a hard one for me.
527 · Jan 2015
This is commitment
JWolfeB Jan 2015
Worn rough below my eyes
Growing without apology
9 months of love
My face has stayed warm
Thanks to you, beard
Storms fall weak to you
The wind a faint tickle
A smile in disguise
Your warm embrace
Has held me captive
Cheers to many more days
Of hugging my face
Felt like a funny and ridiculous poem. Been growing the beard for 9 months now. Excited to get to my yeard.
JWolfeB Jun 2014
The day of what once was yours and will forever be read with your voice.

"Did you actually kiss her? Get me a diet Pepsi. Or l,the occasional. Don't be a *******." These are the words that resound love through the drywall heart I have here. This is only the second time I have thought About you. On this day. Well this is the second day of you being gone. It's so much easier believing you only leave once a year. Imagining 364 other days of disappearance melts my shins into crayons splattered on ***** carpets. That ***** impossible to get out. I got some new shoes and I would love to show you. They have helped me walk since you left. My knees are doing okay. It's the inners that don't always stand as tall as they should. My spine curves into a mended embroidered heart with broken springs  .... I really love the idea. I am not good with
seeing, but I would love to tell you that home is where the heart is... That your heart is home with me. Because if my heart is found in jack in the boxes, full of energy entwined with extra stitching and barrel rolls stuffed with memories I can't keep in my glove. Then you equipped me with metal braced joints grinding on friction laced sinews, connected with everything I thought was suppose to be true. Home is intentional. Define your existence and discover the purpose of trusting intangible options slanted between us. I trust you. I always have. The reality is that my cylindrical box of chest bones locked in a cage understands  power. Power enough to tie my shoes. I want you to know how  my shoes handle okay without you. I'm here. Writing, about you and that one day. This Mother's Day I want you to realize that you're day will be here. I'll find you in ***** sea water, dropping out of the last day of college, and chasing that perfect woman. You showed me it. Everything. Lets sleep dark concepts and understandably crossed with altered mentalities. The sun, that's where you started, please stay with me here. We will get warm soon. We are on a crooked edge of the universe wondering how to exist. We are here and now. You showed me how to be here. Because without here your love would have never existed. Here is where everything needs to be.
My mother passed a few years back, this is my response for the 2nd mothers day she has been gone
526 · Apr 2015
This town
JWolfeB Apr 2015
Slip into my breathe
Form the syllable on my tongue
Speaking life from the abandoned ruins in my throat
Build a cityscape of reminders
Displaying stories of fulfilled yesterdays
Ones where we loved
As hard as we were meant to
524 · Jun 2014
Run10(w)
JWolfeB Jun 2014
It's natural
to be afraid
I'm definitely terrified
of love
522 · Jan 2015
More than anything
JWolfeB Jan 2015
There is a universe of dictionaries I will never read.
Library stacks of Volumes, collecting dust for most to see.

And here I stand in my ignorance.
Perplexed by your phenomena.
Extravagantly awaiting arrival.

Words don't always suffice.
When faced with extravagant.
521 · Jul 2014
Meh
JWolfeB Jul 2014
Meh
The trepidation was evident by the gleam over her eyes. Fallen books in an empty library don't tell secrets. Open the page to find a broken story of success under a starlit world. Hiccups only trouble the weary. Chase a dream of band wagon dreamers told of constant maintenance. Figure out the cost of being lost to find the difference in pure pleasure. A difference of angles and trajectory. The degree is far greater than the temperature of sadness allotted by your heart. Filling up on diesel for an electrical Heart box. Logical algorithms are not needed for oblivion . Simply factor in the tangible feelings of reality. This will guide the principle notion of being afraid. Divide that by unknown to the forget real power. After all the figuring, planning, and  orbiting, I shall place this here for the return of who knows. Because math is no way to solve a hitch in the mainframe.
A jumble of words. Sometimes ya just feel broken. Today is one of those days.
JWolfeB Jan 2015
I pray for your fingertips. That each edge of this world you touch will walk away equally blessed as I am each day to have you. That the blood that circulates through your skin considers itself grateful to power such a beautiful monument.

I pray for your shoulders. For they will hold the weight of our universe for no other reason than love. That the stars will remember your constellation. And with the strength of god himself you will move mountains.

I pray for your feet. Each sinew of stretched promise embracing the footfall of your everything. Your presence, a fossilized stone blazing trails of altruism with a smile. And for a foot massage when you return to my hands which have Awaited you ever so eagerly.

I pray for your eyes. The cinema they are will tell me stories. Displaying travel with a short film of service and the ending credits written in forever. For your eyes are filled with life and will be memories in dreams for those wanting a better tomorrow.

I pray for your lips. As waterfalls of words will slash into the immensity in front of you, remember the power you possess in your tongue. Always speak in tongues of forgiveness. In tongues of acceptance. Your voice alone, is proof that god is good.

I pray for you mind. Finding patience in washed clothe pockets. Slow yourself to anger and quickly grow to understanding. Keep a treasure chest of memories that I may find when you return. Peace shall be present upon you, If not don't forget to ask for it.

I pray for your heart. May your heartbeat find the same channel as mine. Absorb each and every fiber of the moments you exist there. Carve drawings telling of your life on the walls. Pump life into the air current so it reaches me. After all, we are under the same sky.
A special person is leaving the country today and this is a poetic prayer I wrote for her.
515 · Sep 2014
Trees
JWolfeB Sep 2014
I want you to be my forest fire.
A natural disaster to incinerate the tall standing regrets of my past. Casting the darkness over the people I've taken advantage of and things I'' never admit to be true.
Expose my shadows.

Cleanse the dirt I have trampled upon.
Lake Tanner, I'm sorry. Mom, I'm sorry.
People whose footsteps molded my heart into a perfect sandcastle bomb waiting for high tide.
Renew my inners.

Heat up these lungs so I an no longer speak.
Burn memories into my throat,
That way my heart understand a new beginning.
Building empires of renewed crowns in my smile.
Exhaust my lies.

Let me regrow into something pure.
Away from the broken forest of my past.
Exposure into something more than myself.
Water my roots,
Watch me take flight from this earth.
A forest fire starts new life.
511 · Jun 2014
Speech Difficulty
JWolfeB Jun 2014
Giant Pandas can defecate up to 40 times in a day.
Dragons spit fire around 800 degrees Fahrenheit.
And the words that come out of my dental cavity are not always holy.

Although I don't consistently speak truth I often hindsight the difficulties in my speech ability. The ability to speak proper, well, or complete is not always present behind this broken breath. In a desperate attempt to square away my oval thought process I thumb words into a pixelated infinity of memories. Letters typed out across the fog covering lower layers of hazy thoughts. Filling up neurotic gaps with logged cabin pressures. On second thought I would rather not think about it. Not think about the imperfections in our complexities. Why not just paint these walls with compliments and thank you for every breathe that's ever graced my space. I saw you as a star, so I looked up to you and never really told you how god dam beautiful you are. Because I knew my words would cease to paint the sky like you do. Giving hope to children around this world that maybe, just maybe their dreams will grasp with reality. That they are small gifts on this earth wrapped in skin tight wrapping paper that exfoliates excellence. Small bundles of hope giving me reason to smile on days the sun forgets to show its face. You give hope to the frazzled packages that don't have a home to gift on empty holidays. You breathe there is a tomorrow into the yesterday's broken promises. I have never understood much about the constellations, but I think I do know that you are a stand alone constellation that shines brighter than the moon. You lit footsteps for those who don't cope well with darkness and eloquently gave direction to the dizzy, when all they wanted was to hear that they will, be okay. Burn promise into my eye ***** with your persistence presence. I know there will be cloudy days in my head. Days I won't see you above. I know you are there. What I don't know is why the hell I'm still looking into a light that burnt out 1 light year ago. I guess I'm simply here sharing words. I guess I never wanted to to accept that your light is gone.

I know a sailfish can swim up to 68 MPH
And that frost dragons are completely illegal in city limits.
I still don't know if what I'm saying is true or not. So I will free my thoughts for now, this dental cavity needs a cleanse
509 · Jun 2014
Take it
JWolfeB Jun 2014
You grasped my hand with your cold fingertips attempting to give me all that you have. I took it all. I wanted it. I took the clock and made it rethink itself for ever thinking your days were labeled by numbers. Numbers are for math we both know math doesn't tell the difference between a heart beat and a morphine drip. So I held your hand to slurp the pain out of your veins. It didn't work. Because electricity doesn't pass through empty spaces. This heart doesn't conduct sparks. So I held your hand to feel yours. A spark so ready to burst out anywhere but here. No I'm not holding your hand for comfort. I am simply too unstable for that. I'm holding this flesh because we are one. A united force of perpetual movement. Pen to paper. Peanut butter to jelly. My life to your effort. Complete harmony. I hold this hand to ease the pain. To  just maybe steal some of it from your fingertips. I'll rob you of this ache so you can get some rest. Take deep breathes that come from wretched lungs. Ill hold my breathe for you. I hold this hand so just maybe I can breathe life. This life you created. I want to give it back. Any of it. All of it. I want the enjoyment received so freely, paid back in full. I hold this hand because that is not a possibility. The end of this rope is too frayed to tie knots. No solution to grace. Facing trials like moving mountains. The ones that fold over rivers. We will never make this what we intended it to be but I will hold this hand because you held mine. Led me through the puddles, through the storms, led me along Side of you. Greatness in its purest. I give back through this pulse. Fully flawed and not ready. Too young to be so wrecked. I hold your hand to fight back. To attack at the weak points. Fight against the odds. That one day maybe one day, we can see victorious celebration. Elated moments spend through our unity. Be in that space with me. I hold that hand because I refuse to give up.
A poem I wrote to represent some of the emotion I went through when my mom was in a chemically induced coma before she passed
508 · Feb 2015
Take it
JWolfeB Feb 2015
Please
Strong arm rob me
Of all the precepts I hold against love
Take them away
Wash me clean
Show love
Instead of the prism I created in my mind
507 · Sep 2014
A still moment
JWolfeB Sep 2014
The moon collapsed.

The sky fell numb.

Plentiful stars watched eagerly as the earth floor unfolded.

Our worlds slowed down.

Long enough to enjoy this catastrophe.

To reach into our throats and pull out promises.

Deflate our lungs with good intentions.

Fill our eyes with things to remember.

And to flood our ears with words unspoken.

Time stood still and glanced in our direction.
506 · May 2016
2 years
JWolfeB May 2016
These words have bled through my mind for two years
I love you I love you I love you
The constant thumping rhythmic sounds of your heart beat
Filling the jagged corners between you and me
We became two in one
A Formation of unconditional
There will be no boundaries between today and tomorrow
Lets create our eternity
Fill it will elation
Become everything we were meant to be... like whole
From present to future
We will live without restriction
For this love we share
Is without limits
Been long time since I have written anything here, feels delightful to be back
504 · Nov 2014
Protest
JWolfeB Nov 2014
We speak too often of "love"
The power
The ability
The emotions
The breaths taken away

These words will never be enough
So I want the silence to drip into your veins
A protest from talking over my own tongue
Attempting to convince you of our "love"
Confessing a white flag surrender


I will hold my breath to show you
The intensity
The magnitude
The ravenous
"Love" I possess for you
498 · May 2017
Light
JWolfeB May 2017
We are
Two parts water
One part sun
So please selflessly love
The darkness out of me
495 · Nov 2014
Bitter cold
JWolfeB Nov 2014
My hands still fall asleep when I am writing about you.
Reminding me that your galloping blood was a national geography marathon I never wanted to go off air.
I can't face my palms upward anymore. Every time I try my hands attempt to grab yours.
God is a selfish man.
One I will never understand.
He has left me hear.
Existing.
The power has been out for 2 years now and my circulation falls somewhere between ice caps and snow fall.
Leaving my movements rigidly slow.
Dripping notes into an empty orchestra waiting for you, a conductor to spark my fire.
This month is 2 years of my mother passing. 24 seems like a young age to live without a mother or father. Missing her each day that passes.
495 · Sep 2014
Finding you
JWolfeB Sep 2014
You were like a waterfall for my eyes only

Falling all over yourself and absolutely gorgeous

I fell in love with simplicity that day

It was as if you dropped a toaster in my water

I was electrified from the moment I stumbled upon you.
A different perspective than my last poem with the same idea
491 · Nov 2014
Shared oxygen
JWolfeB Nov 2014
On days like these

I wish I could hydrate myself

With the oxygen of your heart

Gulping every ounce of your presence

Into the darkness of Alaska

Forever filling the void

Of yesterdays distance
489 · Feb 2015
My meal
JWolfeB Feb 2015
Most days I would offer my heart as an appetizer
Something to take the edge off
Never asking of much
Today I off my heart as the main course
Fulfilling your basic needs
Menu ready call my name
Write a poem in the form of review
Tell the critics of what you felt
I never gave you desert
For I never want the day to arrive
When you are fully satisfied
488 · Dec 2014
Break me softly
JWolfeB Dec 2014
I will elaborately devise a plan to fulfill the broken parts of tomorrow.

I am but one man, with a dream of fixing broken things.

Broken things like hearts and people.

Although, I am broken.

And I can't seem to fix it.
We all have the intrinsic value of wanting to help those around us. Yet I can't find the correct tools to fix myself first.
487 · Jan 2015
Streched out
JWolfeB Jan 2015
My joints have dislocated
Stretching out to find the truth
Finding empty bottles
Broken pencils from writing
and a whole lot of ghost poems  later

These times have left me with
Bones engraved by promises
Inscriptions I can't read
Dreams replayed on bad records
Grasping for relief of mind
486 · Aug 2014
learning
JWolfeB Aug 2014
The first time I realized how to love you,

was the second I surrendered.

When I finally gave up.

And let go of loving myself.

I have constructed more reasons to hold on than I have equipment for.

So letting go will be the first thing I do.

Next,

Well I have not planned that far.

I know if I love with all of my existence, I can’t fail.
481 · Mar 2015
Talk
JWolfeB Mar 2015
If poetry could talk
I wonder
What it would have to say about me
Would it share my ***** secrets
Tell of my unstable emotions
Look into my ***** clothes pile
Pick out the stains from these words
I wonder
What judgement would be placed on me
Am I as broken as I write
Are these pen stroked scars on canvas
Poetry
We talk often
And I know I complain more than I should
But please see me clearly
Fresh from my filth
480 · Oct 2014
Stage play
JWolfeB Oct 2014
Our curtain split in a tangled obsession we lost. My voice didn't reach off the stage. The crowd didn't applaud my entrance. The play we have been pretending to reenact is not one many have completed. Unsuccessful, we fell and the curtains draped over my pride. Pathetically practicing ways to apologize for my part I didn't comprehend.

Inside our dramatic hearts we take tally of broken parts poorly performed. Dancing intricately around life practically promising failure. I failed to see the signs. Your hips, they participated in my existence. Writing letters in a language historians can't grasp. Those letters still play in my head on a rainy day.

Our play ended with a subtle ignorance. Ignoring our ability to love. To dance away a night and pretend like we are someone else. People so urgently rushing to become something they are not. That will never be us. We will exit this stage with a bow, a broken heart, and too many lines never shared.
An interesting poem using a lot of alliteration.

Sharing a lot of thoughts of how deception can be a huge player in a relationship.
477 · Jan 2015
Catching dreams
JWolfeB Jan 2015
Put me on your wall
To catch everything unwanted
Bad thoughts of consuming darkness
Emptiness feeling complete
Doubts of tomorrow arriving

I want to hold onto all of these
Memorize their architecture
Rehearse the words in the sky
Tattoo them on my skin
To finally become, a part of your dreams
472 · Jan 2015
Man
JWolfeB Jan 2015
Man
He told me he meant nothing
That his existence was void

How do you tell a man that his existence alone has taken the bullet out of the gun. Without his wisdom cliff tops would have turned to treadmills with legs giving out before the ******.

He told me he doesn't want to wake up
That his hearts is on overtime

How can I tell this man his exoskeleton reflects the definition of perseverance. My father was a bad movie marathon I never watched. You sir have redefined father.

I told him he is a father to me
He has given me faith in altruism
Leaving the conversation
I thought of the gun
How It will always be there
Although we will not
472 · Mar 2017
Touch
JWolfeB Mar 2017
The hardest parts of me
Need to softest touch of your love
JWolfeB Nov 2014
Jon you love to teach with your mouth.  Please start teaching with your ears.

I am only one person.

Jon I know you care too much. Please don't ever stop.

I don't want to burn out.

Before you go to bed you think too much. Make those your most important. For they will be the ones you remember forgetting.

I never write down the things I wish to.

Jon breathing comes simple. Your mothers lungs were not as fortunate. Don't abuse the airbags in your chest.

I can't do this

Without your fingertips you wouldn't know what amazing feels like. So touch the lives surrounding you.

I have too many calluses.

You were given a heart in one piece. Stop convincing yourself it's broken.

I found hope.

Jon your dad left you for a reason. You are a man because of it. Now chest up like you mean it.

I miss him.

Jon she is here. In the snowflakes on your tongue. Sunshine in your steps. And in the muscle that helps you swallow the loneliness of her absence.

I dream of a life with her in it.

Jon you have one back. Please stand up for something worth your time here. Do it with pride doused in confidence.

I don't know my purpose.

Jon you are purpose.
Conscious and myself having a talk.
464 · Oct 2017
Built
JWolfeB Oct 2017
I have built you

With every word that has dripped dry off my cracked lips
You have come to
In the fabrics of my exhaled breathes
Becoming condensation on my snow globe dreams
Begging to seep into the soil of these neurotic tissues

My mind has grown monuments of you
Built with products of the moments
Glorified bombshells
Floating to our Earthbound desires

I have built you
Into this moment
Presently

This building we have created
We call home
I find myself here
Cracked skin
Broken shoulders
Exhausted self
Happy
To be
463 · Dec 2014
Double edge
JWolfeB Dec 2014
Sit down and give your attention
I need all of it, now
I am not asking for a lot here...
But I need your everything

Give up on the tremendous mountains in your sternum
Let go of the abuse
Clear your octopus ink mind
Get better grade on the district assessment

They are watching me bleed for you
I have given up on state expectations
Built a castle for these students of mine
Clearing a safe environment in the moment

Preparing you with the proper armor to fight for yourself someday
Take this sword imprinted with my words
Protect yourself
Fight for something worth it

She got drunk on Monday I know son
I just need you to do better
She hit me on Tuesday, I know son
Please just finish your assignment

I can't
I don't know how
I have not eaten in 2 days
You have no idea

Teachers are white blood cells
Expected to fight bacteria and show victorious statistics
With none of the time and less of the understanding
Maybe the bacteria looks different than we really thought

Our own immune system is causing fires
Putting unrealistic expectations upon our jobs
Too many students not enough teachers
Too many tests not enough love

We working organs in a bodies coma
Working without the recognition
Hoping to keep the system alive
Creating chances for our students to change the future someday
It is hard being a teacher sometimes. The district sees test scores and curriculum, while ignoring the intense poverty, cultural barriers, yet still expecting the same results from every corner of the district
461 · Dec 2014
Bird
JWolfeB Dec 2014
We are birds, plucking each others feathers
Complaining about reasons we can't fly
Tearing each part of each other off
Allowing us to come together as equals
Naked, afraid, and without hope
460 · Jan 2015
Lungs
JWolfeB Jan 2015
Our lungs represent love

Better than the heart

Even when I hold my breath

My lungs refuse to give up
A poem idea that I want to elaborate on at a later date. Just wanted to get the idea out there to start thinking about.
460 · Sep 2014
In A car once before
JWolfeB Sep 2014
Let me slam this into the badly written times tables that multiplied off the amount of sorrys we shared on a late night in July. Bash it up against the ocean front with just enough fabric to soak in the soft moments when your eyes rested in mine.  

Cave mouths flooded with fluoride, always leaving a bitter moment of regret. We said we were free spirits. Spirits weighed down by laundry bags full of bad regrets from divided moments we used the wrong side of our brains.

Your hand, it rested on my leg like a bible that has seen too many promises and not enough follow through. While the world sputtered in the wrong, our hearts moved in the right.
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