"esquisite" poems
Riding in the car
with sweaty palms
playing loud,
fast songs
Getting a bit jittery
and maybe a tad bit anxious.
Wondering when it will be
that I can get High
with you next to me.
-On my way to you,
-my drug dealer
-who only deals the finest touches
-and most esquisite caresses
My vision is getting a bit blurry
and my thoughts stray from the road
to thoughts of your face
and I get that message
that I get to see you soon
so I slow down
and take that exit off the hiway
turn around
and tell you to head my way.
You get in the car
and the smiles begin
the hand touching and knee grabbing
and its a wonder
that I can still drive
in this altered state of mind.
We speak some words
about this and that
nothing too funny
yet we laugh until our sides hurt.
Im in love with you
my drug dealer,
my ultimate healer
my mind eraser.
The chemicals start flowing
and I wonder if im spoiling the moment
with scientific physioligical thoughts
validating this thing called love.
The chemicals
that start at the brain
flow through the heart
and down to the genitals
then down through the legs
and back up to the heads
(yes, both of them)
and I can’t get over
how much we feel the same way
and how
even to this day
things have not seemed to change
Hoping I don’t ever build up
too much of a tolerance
to the chemicals you make me feel
my wonderful man,
with the drugs you deal
and all the pain you ****
Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 3:26 PM UTC
moon light shined off the irisis of her eyes,
creating the tides,
she brung in the waves
that once use to wash up upon your heart;
soaking up the sea foam
from within your veins,
the esquisite lining
around every tear drop
that had fallen into the ocean,
reached your soul;
they cried out, the pain,
the heart ache, the sorrow,
you felt it, you felt it all;
you then knew,
she was apart of you, again
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
(i write more stories than poetry and that's the opposite purpose as to why this website was created but hey as long as im expressing and portraying a story with many words that still counts for something, i suppose)
i keep to myself most days, it's very rare hearing me talk because my head is always peeped in my book. don't get me wrong, i have no problem starting a discussion with someone or joining in on a conversation that by the end of it i'll have realized i walked in on the wrong conversation. although i dont talk to many people, there's a huge possibility that ive analyzed the things they do that make them peculiar and esquisite at being them. from the way a person eats to the way they walk or even the way they breathe. i fall in love a good ten times a day. not to be interpreted the wrong way, i don't fall in love like an i crave you at two am kind of love but more of an i appreciate your exsistence and think you are a wonderful human being kind of love. i wonder if someone has ever analyzed me the way that i analyze others. what a remarkable feeling that would be.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
I'm climbing out of
The gelatinous malaise
Of depression
As it relinquishes
It's life draining fingers
Off of my
Barely breathing
Raw throat
I feel the light of
Potential fill me
And I hope
Yet again
For a better day
A better life
One day
Maybe today
As I enjoy the freedom
A reprieve gives me
I'm okay
I can breathe
I can aim small
Baby steps
Without the anxiety
Of needing it
And the next 3 big steps
To be already done
It's okay if I'm flawed
And if I messed up
It's even okay if
I can't fix it
Maybe one day I can
But it won't be today
Today is for delight
In the small things
Like the lovely smell
Of bergamot
In earl gray tea
Or the softness
Of a pets' warm fur
Pressing against you
Today is for beauty
Seen in happy smiles
Of happy people
Who aren't letting
The harsh world
Get to them
It for the magic
That is music
Dancing sound
Today is for the esquisite flavor
Of lime sherbert ice cream
Sweet creamy cold
Refreshing in the heat of summer
Today is for many things
But not for all the negativity
Today is for a break
A gentle pause of life
For I have been sick
Time to recover
To heal old wounds
To learn how to live again
For I have forgotten
It's been so long
Today will be great
Because I will make it so
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC