It’s a foreign language to me these words that tumble
Like loose change from my lips.
Shock pools in my stomach as you reply in
The same words that seemed to pour from my lips, unfamiliar and untested by my tongue
Moments ago are returned like a lost pet to my ears
Making an anxious home in my brain.
This language, so similar to me but yet
Different to the receptors in my brain making me
Wonder if I’m translating the sounds from your mouth
Correctly, the lessons of this speech l had almost forgotten
Like the smile of a long lost friend.
Yet these words I know I shall never forget
Despite how many years past as we stand in
The pouring rain, skin soaked until it seems
To be made of the water that has fallen upon it
As you move closer to me, your heat radiating like a sun.
My heart skips as if it was hip hop dancing
Sending my breath into erratic bursts as we inch closer
Wondering if this was how Juliet felt when being courted
By her beloved Romeo in fair Verona so many years ago
Under the beautiful night sky.
You speak again slowly so I can respond to
The words that are being string like pearls on a necklace
Making me feel euphoric as I struggle to keep a
Red hue from making its way across my face
As the melody of words reaches my ears like a symphony
“I love you my darling.” These words make me want
To scream to the heavens with the joy coursing through my veins
As gentle hands move my hair away from my face as you inch
Closer to my red gates, which guard the words I speak
Swallowing my fear that comes with repeating these foreign words
Back to your ears, as I open my mouth I cannot help wondering
Did Esther feel this fear as she walked into Xerxes court to rescue
Her people as I gather my breath to form the words that I
Feel a deep seated need to speak back to you
“I, I,” Hesitation creeps into my heart holding back this un-native tongue
Struggling I close my eyes before opening them
Thankful that you are smiling, hand gently docked
Against my cheek keeping the hesitation at bay as I rest my
Hand against yours before I speak again
“I love you too”
These words send a smile to my face as we
Brush our lips together sending sparks up and down
My spine that travel throughout my body until it
Lights my eyes as they shine in the cloudy landscape
Giggling you gather me into your arms, a castle protecting its princess
“I love you” Foreign words have never sounded so
Sweet and innocent as we continue to stare at each other
Slowly learning another language, love’s sweetly madding language
And the ability to make sense of its strange words
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And oh look a happy love poem sneaks its way into my blog. :)
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Do not write of Love
Do not write of love until you are thirty
Until you have worked the nine to five grind
And found yourself a loving mate to come home to at night
For anyone younger than that cannot understand
What passionate fires are awakened in the course of
Love so that when they write the words will not fall on deaf ears
Do not write of love until you are fourty
Until you have held a child that is yours in your arms
And torn out bits of hair in fruitless fustration at the child that you
Continue to chase around the house with jam stained cheeks.
For anyone younger than that can not understand what the protective
Love a mother feel when they go to pen the words that might be writen here.
Do not write of love until you are fifty
When your home is now silent
And it feels like your heart is slowly being rekindled to
Life by the smile that you see in their loving eyes,
While children that are yours and aren’t yours
Send in echos of playful laughter from the outside
For anyone younger than that can not understand what is like to
Fall in love with someone all over again
Do not write of love until you are sixty
And your years are well behind you as you
Sit on the porch wondering what is left of your life
Until your spouse gently coaxs you on a trip around the world
For anyone younger than that can not understand how sweet love
Becomes in age, like a fine wine they have to wait to taste.
Do not write of love until you are seventy
And standing by their grave silent as tears falling
Unchecked from eyes to water the flowers on the grave
Wondering if you could have made the time you both had last
Longer than those last few days that you were give
For anyone younger than can not understand how much it hurts to have
Loved and lost.
So my dear poets do not write of love
Youngesters have no cause to write of love
We who can be lovers, sisters, and mothers to friends and
Those who are closer than family in our young years because we
Have yet to sample its passionate fruit, its forbidden pleasures that
Sends tingles down the spine all because we are too young
To know what love truly is and fall into lust instead
Or so that is what we are told.
Therefore my dears remember as you sit with pen in hand
Waiting for a muse to gently tickle your ear and spill words
Onto your page, do not write of love for we can not truly
Know what love is yet.
__________________
So I guess this poem was just writen out of annoyance of being young and people thinking because of that I am not able to love. I know that a lot of things my age group does doesn’t inspire confidence but stop judging those of us who are mature by the low standards they have set.
Until you have worked the nine to five grind
And found yourself a loving mate to come home to at night
For anyone younger than that cannot understand
What passionate fires are awakened in the course of
Love so that when they write the words will not fall on deaf ears
Do not write of love until you are fourty
Until you have held a child that is yours in your arms
And torn out bits of hair in fruitless fustration at the child that you
Continue to chase around the house with jam stained cheeks.
For anyone younger than that can not understand what the protective
Love a mother feel when they go to pen the words that might be writen here.
Do not write of love until you are fifty
When your home is now silent
And it feels like your heart is slowly being rekindled to
Life by the smile that you see in their loving eyes,
While children that are yours and aren’t yours
Send in echos of playful laughter from the outside
For anyone younger than that can not understand what is like to
Fall in love with someone all over again
Do not write of love until you are sixty
And your years are well behind you as you
Sit on the porch wondering what is left of your life
Until your spouse gently coaxs you on a trip around the world
For anyone younger than that can not understand how sweet love
Becomes in age, like a fine wine they have to wait to taste.
Do not write of love until you are seventy
And standing by their grave silent as tears falling
Unchecked from eyes to water the flowers on the grave
Wondering if you could have made the time you both had last
Longer than those last few days that you were give
For anyone younger than can not understand how much it hurts to have
Loved and lost.
So my dear poets do not write of love
Youngesters have no cause to write of love
We who can be lovers, sisters, and mothers to friends and
Those who are closer than family in our young years because we
Have yet to sample its passionate fruit, its forbidden pleasures that
Sends tingles down the spine all because we are too young
To know what love truly is and fall into lust instead
Or so that is what we are told.
Therefore my dears remember as you sit with pen in hand
Waiting for a muse to gently tickle your ear and spill words
Onto your page, do not write of love for we can not truly
Know what love is yet.
__________________
So I guess this poem was just writen out of annoyance of being young and people thinking because of that I am not able to love. I know that a lot of things my age group does doesn’t inspire confidence but stop judging those of us who are mature by the low standards they have set.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Orchestral Organic Missives: The Other Half of the Tango
Prelude
I want to be wrapped in you
Until I sing your song
I.
I can hear it. Your heart. It breaks the silence of the room. It beats in time with mine, trying to touch but dancing out of reach. You’re stiff but you are here. I watch. Will you speak? Do you hear me? I’m asking you to speak. I hear your roar and can’t help but smile on the inside. I will watch until you speak to me.
II.
You break the barrier. Distance isn’t an issue anymore as you weave your body into mine. I let you hold me, wrap your legs around me. You anchor me as your chin rests against my throat. I listen to your whispers as the years pass. But my world is cold at times and yet you long to understand. Your work isn’t in vain because it is hard to understand.
III.
We are separated. I dare not count the number of worlds and rules we break by just staring. They were made for a reason as I hid in my dark façade. I try to block you and the sunlight you bring out. I throw black holes and dying stars in my wake, begging you to go. But I am pleased to see that you will cross.
IV.
Gravity is broken. We both collapse, crushed and beaten by reality. Your macrocosm of aneurysms twists the sheets above and below as we both seize in wordless pleasure. My traitor tongue tries to spill the secret we seem to share. But I force it down and keep in its grave. The decay poisons and corrupts my body with your scent and spirit.
Interlude
My words are a tango, danced for your hands (your eyes) alone
Something I wrote after reading a poem online almost a year ago, so enjoy :)
I want to be wrapped in you
Until I sing your song
I.
I can hear it. Your heart. It breaks the silence of the room. It beats in time with mine, trying to touch but dancing out of reach. You’re stiff but you are here. I watch. Will you speak? Do you hear me? I’m asking you to speak. I hear your roar and can’t help but smile on the inside. I will watch until you speak to me.
II.
You break the barrier. Distance isn’t an issue anymore as you weave your body into mine. I let you hold me, wrap your legs around me. You anchor me as your chin rests against my throat. I listen to your whispers as the years pass. But my world is cold at times and yet you long to understand. Your work isn’t in vain because it is hard to understand.
III.
We are separated. I dare not count the number of worlds and rules we break by just staring. They were made for a reason as I hid in my dark façade. I try to block you and the sunlight you bring out. I throw black holes and dying stars in my wake, begging you to go. But I am pleased to see that you will cross.
IV.
Gravity is broken. We both collapse, crushed and beaten by reality. Your macrocosm of aneurysms twists the sheets above and below as we both seize in wordless pleasure. My traitor tongue tries to spill the secret we seem to share. But I force it down and keep in its grave. The decay poisons and corrupts my body with your scent and spirit.
Interlude
My words are a tango, danced for your hands (your eyes) alone
Something I wrote after reading a poem online almost a year ago, so enjoy :)
House of Cards
Is our love dead?
I sit and stare out the window, rain
Gently drumming its fingertips against
The window panes while my forehead rests
Against the clammy center of my palm.
Two cups of coffee sit at our dinner table,
Rapidly cooling as I watch you staring at your back.
Is the love broken?
Can I let it go, a life time of memories
Photos splayed on the table telling of
Summers spent under apple trees with laughter
Dancing on the wind, of winters clutching each
Other in the snow as flakes nested in our hair.
My fingers slowly clutch the cup in front of me
As I stare at your back, willing you to break the
Silence that has us ensnared like prey, wishing
You would speak, letting the words I long to hear
Tumble from your lips and fanning the dying flame
In my heart.
How did this happen?
When did we become two strangers being
Perfectly excellent room mates who shared the same
Bed, tangled in sheets with our backs facing each other
When we use to be tangled in the others arms.
We pass in the hall like phantoms now
Barley aware that the other exists.
Will I take the first step?
The fights we had mar the beauty we once
Created as I stare into the murky brown liquid
Before turning away the chair scrapping against the floor
The two of us back to back as the storm rages against
The house of cards we have built
Will you take the first step?
Can I find the strength to stay
To reach out to you and hold out you,
Can you find the strength to do the same
Or will the house of cards collapse all around us?
Finally found the time to go through my poetry and start posting it on here. So enjoy :)
I sit and stare out the window, rain
Gently drumming its fingertips against
The window panes while my forehead rests
Against the clammy center of my palm.
Two cups of coffee sit at our dinner table,
Rapidly cooling as I watch you staring at your back.
Is the love broken?
Can I let it go, a life time of memories
Photos splayed on the table telling of
Summers spent under apple trees with laughter
Dancing on the wind, of winters clutching each
Other in the snow as flakes nested in our hair.
My fingers slowly clutch the cup in front of me
As I stare at your back, willing you to break the
Silence that has us ensnared like prey, wishing
You would speak, letting the words I long to hear
Tumble from your lips and fanning the dying flame
In my heart.
How did this happen?
When did we become two strangers being
Perfectly excellent room mates who shared the same
Bed, tangled in sheets with our backs facing each other
When we use to be tangled in the others arms.
We pass in the hall like phantoms now
Barley aware that the other exists.
Will I take the first step?
The fights we had mar the beauty we once
Created as I stare into the murky brown liquid
Before turning away the chair scrapping against the floor
The two of us back to back as the storm rages against
The house of cards we have built
Will you take the first step?
Can I find the strength to stay
To reach out to you and hold out you,
Can you find the strength to do the same
Or will the house of cards collapse all around us?
Finally found the time to go through my poetry and start posting it on here. So enjoy :)
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