jacky

jacky Jan 2014

if you could taste the blood
running out of my cuts
it won’t taste rust and salt
but bitter razor blades and asphalt
and you’ll be surprised
that you did not know this
because every time I cut
you weren't there, nobody else were
and although I am afraid
I was never scared to rush
those blades to and fro
of my veins that bled
your same ******* blood.

This was the epitome of my Christmas, great huh? Hoping this year I'd do better.

jacky Dec 2013

Unending spree

Dazzled as I was,
she called my name
twisting my bones
into unrecognizable smiles
of red bliss of laughter
chimes of glee
her voice on replay
in an **unending spree

I'm not really good at titles so, bear with me please.

jacky Dec 2013

On that second -

On that second
the tip of your finger
touched my skin,
for a brief moment
angels flew,
paralyzing me
taking my breath –
taking everything away.

I dreamt of this poem, when I woke up I wrote it right away so the feeling would be fresh, and alive.

I am amazed on how these few words reflect how I feel.

jacky Dec 2013

died of a thousand deaths -

died of a thousand deaths -
your smile
your long brown hair
lips, eyes, and cheeks
straight out of heaven
to be the angel
in my own personal
hell

I am a huge Christopher Poindexter Fan, he is a great poet and you should all check his works. He deserves it. And I got inspired to write in lieu of his writing style, much that it resembles e.e. cummings writings ( who is my no. 1 best poet).

I endure all these thoughts, often drunk, and while smoking.

jacky Dec 2013

smoking

I went out today
off to buy my death
well, it was not available
so I thought f something better
packed in 20’s
in the above 18’s
section of the mall
worth more than my fare
worth less than the share
of it to my all time
request
when the clock
struck one
I locked myself in
my solitary peace
(whatever that might is)
tapped twice, lighted once
the superb feeling
of it between my lips
a fraction of second
was all I needed
to burn the rim, inhale
and let it burn my lungs
the feeling was mutual-
I burn you, you burn me
the sensation
was brief
but for all they say
and I agree,
this was suicide
*slow
but worth
every time

This is the second poem I wrote about smoking, probably there is more to come. For those who have come to know me, you know what I am talking about, and you should ask me to explain things. For those who have not come to know me, then enjoy!

jacky Dec 2013

Dehydration Paradox

I thought you were water
so thirsty I am
I drank you all in
let my tongue caress
the every flow you have
you save me from
dehydration
but you were right
and I was wrong
you were fire
so wet I was
I rolled all over you
burning my skin, my muscles
my bones
just to love you
even in vain
of again
dehydration

j.j.

I love all those paradoxes, that in any way we cannot escape. Don't you think? Love is a paradox, you get hurt no matter what, but you'll also get loved in return for the pain. Great huh? (am i even making any sense? HAHA)

jacky Dec 2013

(title is in the notes below)

we breathed each other heavily
heavy as my hand resting on your back
trying to press your body against mine
the sensation is forever
Scintillating and you do it all over
you moved down
and I gained high
with every stroke of your hand
I am paralyzed, I am wild
I brush your hair out of your face
so I could see it glow in the moonlight
you smile, I grin
I kiss you and you taste of sugar
salt, peppermint, the cigarettes you smoked
but most especially you taste like you -
moist like the rain
but dry like velvet -
under these sheets, we both cry in height
with all the love you gave
I lie on my back
waiting for your long brown hair
which I love, like the whole you
but then I realized something
you weren’t there
I was alone,
dry
in love
making

- ******* (12-25-13)

I'd love to see each people's reaction when they read the title which I really wrote below the paper I wrote it in. It is quite fascinating that the word ******* stings in all of them. Isn't it? You've got to admit that you liked it. Haha, I'm insane, sorry.