Sometimes, I wonder
Is reality real?
Is reality a dream?
Perhaps, with a turn of the wheel
A fantasy it may seem

We wake up
We live
We go back to sleep
Endless and passive
If it were real
Such monotony surely will seep
Through the bars of life
And reality will drain away

Leaving nothing
But an empty dream to sway

I drink to feel better,
I drink to feel fine.
I drink because I miss you,
Is there anymore wine ?

You're eyes , they sparkled that night.
Made me forget of the horrors we constantly live through.
It's as if you knew.
Somehow.
But how?

It's easy to like how his voice is unique in the most uncomfortable way,
his innocent smile, and the way he looks at the world but especially you.
His cute quirks are inviting.
It's difficult to like his stubbornness, his awkwardness around others,
inability to stay quiet when he knows.
I like them all.
His eyes somewhere between fear and curiosity but to me,
his eyes are mostly full of wonder & bewilderment.
It's difficult when he singles you out on a bad day, somehow reading your mind
versus ignoring your eyes for so long.
When am I going to be able to title this "Him & Her" without lying.

i don't write
to please anyone
i don't write
for attention
i don't write
for compliments
i don't write
to make anyone fall in love with me

i write
because i feel
i write
because i need to
i write
because my mind is too loud
i write
because my mouth is too quiet

brown eyes are underrated I've always thought
but never knew till I met you
they made me feel what even blue crystal eyes could never do
his brown eyes had a familiar feel, like that book you once remembering reading
they make me feel like I've found home
how beautiful is the language of the eyes
I found something special lurking there inside
so genuine, so real, a more realistic painting of the surreal
so i here encourage the notion brown eyes are an overlooked jewel
i say this with certainty as I'm staring straight at you

A river of emotion-- wandering
Always. Always going back.
The blue whip of the seas
To the Spratlys.
The blind sting of salt
That felt like fire.
Moments of impact.
A sailing journey.
The big dam of everything
That is not you. A night
In the belly
Of a bluer whale.
Pains that are necessary.
Pains that fortify the past,
The tides and the lesser heart.

This is not like those.
My aching bears no weight;
It is the inner weight itself--
An old anchor, the great shipwreck,
Our first kiss I remind myself of.
Ever hopeful. Ever silent.
Ever love.

Here, I wait for you.
Here.
Still is the pain...
...that love moves.*

© 2014 J.S.P.