Pay It Forward

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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Viper

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.

The Way We Talk

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

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.

Brief Satisfaction

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.

Ode to Paper

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.

Indecisive Tango

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.

Let’s Run Away

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.

Romance (A Bedroom Story)

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.

Love Notes, Or Something Else Like It

Love notes? I’ll call it a passion

For a man that is just so dashing

That he makes my heart sing lullabies

And from a thought, heavy sighs

That linger in the air and follow me

Home until I’m with you and I can see

The way your eyes reflect my thoughts

And deepest memories hidden in a box

That you drag out so we can play

With memories of the days that we would say

“Forever yours I’ll be, my dear.

And wherever you go, I promise to be there

For you. I know that alone you are strong,

But with two of us, you can’t go wrong.

I love you in the best of ways

And I’ll love you ’til the last of my days.”

We’ll cover the box and put it back in it’s place

And jump back on our feet to brace

Ourselves for the new memories we will create.

You can call it love at first sight, but I’ll call it fate.