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 Dec 2014 Tomas Denson
Ryan Jakes
You're the kind of girl mum should have warned me about
the kind that creeps slowly under skin
the kind that trips fuses in unsuspecting hearts
just by walking past with your warrior stride.
The kind of girl that takes you to the back of a gig
and drowns out the noise with her eyes
as kisses end with a bitten lip and a come get it half smile.
Your face is a lie of innocence
it hides a wildfire spirit
of which Daddy would never approve
his little girl, now a pastime of pleasure,
honoured saintess of the tease
masterfully turning screws
with nimble fingers
before laughing at desire.
Expert level players
fight pointless duels in your name
placing bids to win moments
eyeing the neck of the bottle you swig
while gageing the circumference of your rosy mouth.
I watch them rise at your stare
blood and hope rushing as one
ridiculous in their optimistic dash
to no release.
You're the kind of girl mum should have warned me about
the kind that fashions hope from empty wanting
the kind that views hearts with disdain
the kind I'll fall in love with
again and again.
 Dec 2014 Tomas Denson
Helen
it's not the colour of your wool
or your preference for the dark
it's not how you stand on the edge
even in the middle, you stand apart
it's not how you draw the wolves notice
as dark as night in the middle of the day
it's not even how you simply refuse
to just want to come and play
Little Black Sheep
your genetics are one of us
Little Black Sheep
your dissimilarity is a plus
Little Black Sheep
do you wonder why
the rest of us
are White?
Little Black Sheep
you are not a loner
You're a protector
against the night
 Dec 2014 Tomas Denson
Hayleigh
I press my lips against your forehead as you sleep and dream and once again I evade sleep for I cannot face the thought of it taking me away from these moments, the moments I capture tightly with both hands and cram into the moving photographs of my heart.
Your hot skin tangled up in mine feels as cold as steel compared to the forest fires that dart through our veins, erupting in each other's hearts.
Amongst the debris, the ash, the embers, lies the very foundation of who we are apart and the inferno we are together.
You pull my body into your arms ablaze I free fall deeper and deeper into you, into me, for we, are as one.
The honesty and irrefutable truth of what we share and who we are together, brings sanctuary that could never be corrupted, comfort that distance could never waiver and a security that shall withstand any obstacle and endure strongly, the sifting sands of time.
There is no fear, no others near, no place but right here
With you, in the moments that we share, the gentle pulling of our hair, the whispers on the phone,
Every day we spend and taste a little bit of heaven as we envelope  each other and stare eye to twinkling eye with the love of the Angels.
Blanketed by truth
Sheltered by honesty
Living both inside and out
Each day stronger in our love.
You have proven to me, there are no shame in my scars and that they are beautiful as they are
During the times I feel most broken
You see beauty
I see myself with the same eyes
But you and the love you give
Makes me realise there is more to me
Than I've ever given myself credit for
You breath life straight through my soul and into the depths of me
I trust in you, in us
And every look we exchange, kiss we share, each conversation, measure of silence, each adventure and every magical moment that is in between,
Only makes me believe in us, in you, more.
You raise me high, give me wings to fly
And me,
I promise i will give you all the love you need and more, so you soar,
So high you taste the stars fizzing on your tongue.

I love you.
She walked into the rain
as her silhouette disappeared into the narrowing alley
while some were fast asleep
while others dreamt about dreams
the ones yet to come
and the ones that never occured.

She walked
she simply walked
thinking nothing.

She heard
an old restaurant closing
pots and pans noisily complaining
about the cranky chef
and greedy customers.
Dreaming of being in the Queen's kitchen
But oh well,
They'd be the same every night.

She saw
A homeless guy
and his dog
sleeping cozily amongst the trash cans
Perhaps he dreamt of a college degree,
a roof and assured morsels
The dog,
about being with his master.

She smiled
At the little girl
Looking at her mother's flowers
For they have bloomed
Just for a day
To know what it feels like
To be alive.
 Dec 2014 Tomas Denson
Classy J
I survive, I strive, I sacrifice, I strengthen
I live, I lie, I let down, I learn
I differentiate, I decide, I demand, I deduce
I respect, I revive, I redefine, I redesign
I am, I analyze, I articulate, I anticipate
I conquer, I condescend, I confine, I cultivate
I improvise, I initiate, I inspire, I invent
I grieve, I gather, I grumble, I grapple with my inner demons
My life in a few words, nothing I can't overcome or handle
because I am who I am, don't matter what people think of me.
Doubt settles.
Internal voices
vicious, vindictive,
confirm contempt.
Laying low,
silently shaking,
catching breaths
beneath the fallout.
Darkness decends,
it's chill envelops
as hope dies eternal
my demise it's final joy.
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