Jake Shaw's Blog, page 71
May 28, 2017
Out With
Eating curry and
Orange chicken
That stuff you said
You had
In
Thailand
Hot tea
Sticky rice
We made back when
We took the leftovers
Home
But before we could
Do that
We drove for
A few hours
Looking for a gas station
All the while we poked
And prodded each other
On the late night
Hour drive
To North Bend
In heavy rain
It was something like a
Sweet adventure
Just you and I
Having some kind of time
Of our lives
Walking
Chatting
Eating
Driving
Didn’t matter how magical
Because you were the pull
F...
May 27, 2017
Black and White Mocha
Black and white
I wish I could
Try
As slight
As you can
But you still
Had to teach me
About the poor man’s
Mocha
It’s as close as I can
Make
For you
Without
White chocolate powder
To make drop coffee
And put cocoa powder in
With almost no creamer
Not as competent as you
But you can still teach me
More than a poor man’s
Mocha
It’s a “dirty” mocha
Because I made it
There’s still so much
You can show me
And I’d love to know
What you do and how
And then things won’t
Be as black and white
When try...
May 26, 2017
In Withdrawal
This feeling
A last wish
From a sinful kiss
As I leave you
Slowly
Slowly
As I feel you
Warmth slipping away
An ecstatic grip
From your lips
As your body begs
Me not to go away
But to continue kissing
Forever
If we could
We would slowly
Kiss
Forever
Filed under: March Era (II)
Birthday List – Journal 5/26/17
It’s nearly that time of year again, where I officially age another year. I’m about to be 20, and am looking forward to no longer being a teenager. And hey, one more year until I can step foot in a bar without being a security guard, which is a big deal…?
Normally, to commemorate this glorious festival, we tend to get gifts when it’s our birthday, right? To make it easier on everyone, I normally put out a document of maybe 10 items that it a definite thing I want. Because how many times have...
May 25, 2017
Fragments
A rare sight
In the cloud’s hazy light
Which scatters down
The mountainside
Obscuring its tallest peaks
And making the base
Seem impossibly steep
Glittering wet
Blackberry vines
On the side
Of the freeway
Grey all around
Rain like stars
We could be
Driving on a
Nebula highway
With no point
Of reference
But the road
And the trees
Sitting passenger
A
Java chip frap with
A shot of peppermint
In my hands
Filed under: March Era (III)
May 24, 2017
Queenly
You seem so
Far above me
So queenly
Queening upon me
Holding your hands
French kissing you
Intimately
Deep and passionate
You veil me
In your shade
Your scent
And sensation on my
Tongue
A lush luscious
Carnation
In the dark
Bold and proud
Efflorvesced
It is what makes
Royalty
This ornate crown
Your royalty
Queening
Over
Her domain
Filed under: March Era (III)
