Papers-
Papers everywhere-
Thoughts unfinished
Questions unanswered
Stories told
Or not.
I’ve spun so many tales
Shared so many lives
With myself
In the confines of my own haven.
But these words
Stories
Papers-
Papers everywhere-
Mean nothing
If these stories go untold.
Anyone who is looking for help
On their darkest days
Or even in their happiest of times
Does not deserve to suffer.
The act of seeking support
Shows a desire to change
A hunger for growth
A passion to live their lives
In the best way possible.
The pursuit of self enlightenment
Finding one’s purpose
And traveling through the
Hills and valleys of life
With their dignity in tact
Is reached through
Helping others
So they can build their foundation
And support themselves
And helping yourself
Be the best version of you.
Happy Father’s Day to all of the Dad’s out there! This poem was inspired by my dad. He is the most giving person that I know, and has helped more people than I can count. My family continues to inspire me and teach me lessons about life, and I couldn’t have asked for better support.
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Her scales-
A delicate balance
Between lust&grace
And a fatal endless agony
Smooth to the touch
Thick as the fear and desire
Her forked tongue tastes
In the air.
She’s beautiful
And she’s got her sights set on you.
She’s poised
Statuesque
But before you know it
She strikes
Leaving you
Without the hope of survival.
Words taking flight
On a trip, traveling up my throat
Flitting across my tongue
And playing at the tip
Where they brush past my lips
And escape.
But what happens
When there are no words?
A different form of communication
Evolves without trying.
Your lips on mine-
The pressure, lingering, intensity
All signs that show me
What you want, need, desire.
A secret code, no-
A secret passed
From one pair of lips to another
A conversation that lasts a lifetime.
This language is our own.
Tell me that you love me
I want to hear you say the words,
but also feel them so I know it’s real
and not just my deepest desires. I want
your words to feel so heavy that they create
fire from the friction of being rubbed against
your tongue. I want your eyes to show so
much passion that they make me feel
your arms grasped tightly around
me with just one look. I want
you to make me feel like
there’s nobody else in
the world meant for
you as much as I
am. All it takes is
three heavily
weighted
words.
I love
you.
I’ll seduce you
With my words
That kiss your ear
And tickle you with pleasure…
Until you can’t get enough of me
And require instant gratification.
With no romance or bedside manners
We’ll go all night
‘Til the sun peaks through the shades
And wakes you.
Then you’ll walk out my front door
Only to be heard from once more
But never seen again.
Because you got what you came for-
Hip bones clashing
In the heat of the moment.
And I got what I wanted-
To be loved
No matter how briefly.
Lines provided to me
On sheet white skin
To inscribe words upon.
Let me dispose my
Thoughts at my will.
Let me scribble, scratch
Or possible erase them;
But you may keep
The ones you like.
I hope my pen
Is as kind to
You as you are
To my general well-being.
You deserve a life
Of decent words passionately
Filling your body with
Their grace. But do
Not let them possess
You or overcome you.
For your beauty and
Potential are of one
That deserves to be
Shared with the world.
In front of me
You stand
In black and white
A 50’s dream
With suit-clad arms by your side
Raising up
As if lifted by clouds
To rest on my generous hip
And outstretched hand
As the music begins.
Behind me
Stands my past
With magnified eyes
Waiting for me to get lost
In the distraction of music
And misstep
Landing a sharp-as-a-knife-heel
In the heart of your foot
So they can shout
I KNEW SHE WOULD HURT YOU!
But what’s behind you?
I can’t see
For the room is too dark
From the extinguishing sneers of my past
Reducing the fiery passion
Creating tension between your body
And my own.
But I want to know so badly
Regardless of how hard you try
To stand in my way
I’ll step to the right
And see your face
I’ll step to the left
And you’re there with me.
Hold me close until the song ends
Until then,
We’ll keep dancing
In time and rhythm
Side to side.
I’ve never seen you before,
I don’t know you-
And yet
If you told me
You see me
Like the silver lining
On your ever present
Gloomy cloud
You hear me
Like the wind
Whispering the secrets
Of life into your ear
You feel me
Like your heartbeat
As your blood rushes
Through your veins
You know me
Like the abandoned home
You lived in through your adolescence
With the fondest memories
I’d drop
e v e r y t h i n g
Leave it all (behind)
At the chance
Of running away with you
For the rest
Of
Our
Lives.
In love,
Sames give
Gaining height.
Motionless
(Forgetful)
Yearn his glance here-
I’m timid
Under his firm eyes.
Newly unearthed, unclothed,
The first touch
Of my sleeping dreams
Woke fate.
So beautiful it made me weep
Vainly, I cried.
Lifting mountains
Creating valleys-
Joy!
He Praised the moon
As I sang with desire.
Joy.
Joy so pure
Twilight would rejoice
In our shadows.
Keen.
Keen beyond conceiving
Strictly
There he stood,
My dream.
Flesh was blood-
A mile uphill,
And I could only smile.
With a gasp.
Scorning
Made me move through his anger.
Motions:
Forward
Backward
Side by side.
Arms extended humbly
Between foe and friend,
Between the foolish and the wise,
Immeasurable impatience…
Hold me closer.
Flames
Caused my will to climb
naked, bare, hungry
shoulders pulled against the dark.
Sorrow:
Look,
You’re still a foe.
Let us join blood and flesh.
Imagination-
A drug…
Giving a heart,
A mind.
Though dull, you taste bright
Though bitter, you are sweet.
Truth-
I say-
Love his soul!
Love him whole.
http://www.napowrimo.net/ NaPoWriMo prompt for day 26. Erasure poetry inspired by E. E. Cummings’ poem “My Father Moved Through Dooms of Love” which can be found here: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15405.