The heavy patter of the rain
Reflects the pattern of my heart
In longings last
How I've waited for this storm to pass
Slowly pouring out
With a cooling voice
Till I calm myself
And yet so much more than the afterstorm
Which I must create
Everytime I've felt
The need to be
More than this old me
This rainsoaked version of the self
I still see her from time to time. Or rather, I see the effects of her. An old rope swing swaying gently on a windless day; birds singing her favorite song; tree branches bending beneath her meager weight as
she climbs up, up, up,
as high as her little legs will take her.
And I imagine her sitting at the very top, waving to me as I stand down below.
And her smile is as big as the world she left behind.
And wax unwound
How all will melt
And all will burn
Long before his heavenly throne
Reveals itself forever more
Because we are the human
And he is the God
He reveals himself in ways
His structures are that of pure existence
Carved out of matter we cannot imagine
He is unlike us
He is everything
Beyond our frail and fragile bones
Back drop chilly night on the street
you’re holding me
Cloudy night rain drops pretty lips
you’re kissing me
Your hand in mine
Our energies combine
Desire of the night
Only with your touch do i feel alive
Candlelight deep stare in your eyes
you’re undressing me
Rose petal trails on your floor
you’re leading me
to your web we make our way
with your hand in mine
our energies combine
desire of the night
with your touch
i feel alive
Lingerie peeling down off your skin
you’re seducing me
Yearning for your touch of your lust
you're the nights gift to me
Would you find me a girl with the bravery and boldness of a Coraline Jones's heart?
Not someone who demands my attentive love or the backing of a musical score.
But someone real.
Someone who knows every deep and dark and shallow fear.
Someone particular and peculiar.
Who perhaps I can make a cheese omelette for.
I wasted my time,
Trying to figure you out
But to my dismay
You found nothing to say.
I don’t know why
I thought that maybe I’d try
To talk to you soon
But that plan was doomed.
So I waited it out
Took small steps in the crowd
Hoped you would look back
Yet it wasn’t like that.
Oh why did I think
That maybe it’d work
If I just put in
More than it’s worth?
Don’t think twice
I made mistakes that aren’t nice
And I know I’ll keep trying
Though your presence is like ice.
When it comes to fire
Within my arms
I will crash and burn and rebuild myself
Because I am
Because I was
And because I have yet to become someone else
All that I can be
All that I wasn't
All that I do is because I must
Its not owned by this
The want or wont
But because I will regret it if I don't
I have been focused and growing
I have been strong
But now I see it's not the time
Nor the place
To build you a house
Or a home in which I belong
people crave touches,
and i thought they were absolutely psychotic
until i met you.
suddenly, i understand,
but still not really
because the only touch i want from you
isn't a kiss or a caress.
it's the sting of your hand on top of mine
sitting on a pile of worn playing cards
(two jacks, to be exact)
making a resounding smack against the table
that startles the elderly couple next to us
and your firm, determined grip
as you swear bitterly under your breath
to wrestle those jacks away from me
however long it takes you.