David Jones's Blog, page 1368
June 9, 2012
Midnight Sonata
I see you there, etched into the darkness;
A predator and I your prey, helpless to your advances.
I move towards you, swaying entranced by your hungry stare; against you now, our bodies’ warmth one,
My head at your chest,
Our hearts beating a frenzied rhythm:
Thump thump
Your hand at my neck;
Thump thump thump
At my waist, gripping;
Thump thump thump
My hand on your chest, I look up into your molten eyes;
Thump thump
Our lips meet..
Thump thump thump thump
My breath is caught…
Thump thump
I gasp and...
Aqua Eyes
Standing over me
That tall dark figure
With hair over his face
I cannot see what lies behind
He looms over me
And then I see
The hole inside me
Starts to fill
With the color of them
I cannot help but stare
At those aqua eyes
Shades of Rose
As I sulk with dark demeanor,
I realize I’d thought the grass would be greener
After this torment of high fortitude.
And I’d think it so wrong
To simply move along
And keep this ignorant attitude.
So I’ll uncover my roots,
Pluck only ripe fruits,
And abandon my ineptitude.
June 8, 2012
Streetlights
Streetlights.
Amelia never knew that they could be so beautiful.
Their silent light lit up her unusually dead street. Overlapping yellow circles stood guard over the sleeping houses; they ate up the darkness that Amelia found herself hating with all of her might. In her life before the World’s War, she had hated the streetlights. They shone through her windows and breached the barrier of her curtains to keep her up at night. But now, after coming from a world of darkness (two, if she wanted to...
History
“Hello. You there, with the emo fringe and appalling dye-job. Wait up. Oh come on! Surely you can hear me. Do you not have a sensitive bone in your body?”
My fifteen year-old nephew, Zack. Of course he is insensitive. He’s a teen. Fine, just get in the damn car and go. I’ll walk shall I? I’ve heard of being late for your own funeral but this is bloody ridiculous!
Ooh, no problem, Auntie Sadie will do. That zimmer slows her down. I’ll just have to put up with the smell of...
First
He appears nervous, but in fact
He’s actually calm & calculating
Tracing his hands over
Taking his time despite being eager
He grips & smooths
Breathing harder with each effort
Savoring & smirking a little
Its too much fun
Increasing his output
Things come together
He falls asleep immersed
Tools spread about
Win Win Win
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Untitled Love Poem
You aren’t as strong
as I thought you’d be,
your biceps are soft,
lowly valleys.
I run my fingers
through your hair, stopping
every few centimeters
to twist the curl.
if only for a moment,
I want you to place
your hand on top of mine
and guide me down
to your lap so that
I can entangle myself
in your white palms.
As you bare into me
I think of your hair.
I’m sure it is lonely,
longing for my touch again.
Your eyes change color
the deeper you stare,
they are sapphire blue
swallowing purple swirls....
Happiness
The sky is my alibi
The ocean gives me motion
And the trees are what I please
As long as the world is twirled
I will be happy forever
June 7, 2012
Cleanliness is next to Godliness
There’s a pretty girl in class
who doesn’t sit next to me anymore.
Her head is a vanilla cone
with strawberry sprinkles
that smiled at me once.
Her legs are peppermint stalks
that bend and interlock
and wiggle from the side
of the wafer she sits in.
She raised her candy hand to say
some things, like caramel
dripping from her mouth
and onto my desk.
It turned my notes on da-das
into an alphabet sundae
I tried to scoop up and save
for a midnight snack.
Then, there were ants
crawling all around...
