I may have stagnant waters now,
And I know I'm not always needed.
As the waters slowly reach my brow,
Truly I just want to flow unheeded.
Terrified to open up the floodgates,
Careful not to **** the town below.
The inevitable day calmly awaits,
Lonely as I live in my own shadow.
the dam was already broken
when you arrived.
i think it was waiting for someone to fix it
but all it received was band aids and glu tac and never a good repair.
didn’t you see the sign
before you enter?
“broken dam, don’t enter.”
when i say
“i’m broken. ****. don’t enter.”
Herein rage dangerous rapids, Do I dare release?
The waters may never cease
Water is not always gentle.
Need a healing
It's you , I seek
They way you smell
They way you speak
But ....Dam your eyes
Penetrate my soul
come here now
let's play hide & seek
Oh yes Oh now
Mmmm now you know
Now you feel it
you can't hide
tantalizing & teasing
till your deep inside
and healing me
© Jennifer Delong 1/2019
Bitter anger and confusion
won't stop love from flowing.
They are both liquid
through the great channels
carved by passion.
these too overflow.
I must, somehow, create culverts
and new places to go.
I hear the rain outside my window
Like the thoughts of my mind;
Like a dam burst, they flow
They only pile and grow
The thoughts that continually seeded
Weave and grow
Too many stimuli
I am overwhelmed
For me to even think that I know
To even think that I know anything
As dams burst left and right
The chaos caused is too thorough...
The chaos has spread too wide
And as the dam is about to burst
I open my eyes
And my soul is broken in half
In the dull echo
Of the chaos of the rain
]i built a wall
]to block your love
]because i’m not
Dams, brimming, full.
A pretty sight, but frightens all;
Raging rains, more pain!
If she is great with kids
Talks to elderly people like actual adults
And cares for people over money and possessions
Tell her to marry you now
I'm still bursting out of the ****
With a nocturnal howl
So accqainted with the disenchanted and the foul
I almost forgot what anything else was like
You've sent my interests in a hike
I can finally puncture this emptiness with a pike
I think I'm part woman sometimes
I like to read between the lines
But only my own
No mixed signals
No correlation because you're afraid of being alone
Somebody who burns for me
Like I've burned for them.