Submissions by LucasJacksonJames (Lucas)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
I See You
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taim i' ngra leat
A thought drifts through my mind.
A dream of calm blue skies.
Glittering ponds and blades of grass through my toes.
The gentle breeze of Gods breathe
lingers over me.
A bluejay says hello as he passes by.
I stand in silent reflection;
as I feel this moment.
A moment of clarity.
I am human.
I am spirit.
I am want and desire.
The angels talk to me through the sounds of the whispering brook.
Gently petting my soul.
Telling me to listen,
to hear,
to feel,
to love.
The sun warmly embraces me;
as I am...
A dream of calm blue skies.
Glittering ponds and blades of grass through my toes.
The gentle breeze of Gods breathe
lingers over me.
A bluejay says hello as he passes by.
I stand in silent reflection;
as I feel this moment.
A moment of clarity.
I am human.
I am spirit.
I am want and desire.
The angels talk to me through the sounds of the whispering brook.
Gently petting my soul.
Telling me to listen,
to hear,
to feel,
to love.
The sun warmly embraces me;
as I am...
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Six Howls To The Moon
Despair.
Before this, the darkest hour.
Find light reversed and cold;
melt away your heart.
Feed on the savageries of man;
put forth your steel.
Dig.
Dig deep into the abyss of the innocent heart.
Wipe the flesh with blood.
Taste the ages;
though they do wretchedly stench the air.
Permeating,
passing forth disease, rot, and death.
Six howls to the moon;
Six Souls to the grave.
Move yonder past the heels of dogs;
past the eyes of man.
With flesh to wood,
and blood from stone;
gather,
for...
Before this, the darkest hour.
Find light reversed and cold;
melt away your heart.
Feed on the savageries of man;
put forth your steel.
Dig.
Dig deep into the abyss of the innocent heart.
Wipe the flesh with blood.
Taste the ages;
though they do wretchedly stench the air.
Permeating,
passing forth disease, rot, and death.
Six howls to the moon;
Six Souls to the grave.
Move yonder past the heels of dogs;
past the eyes of man.
With flesh to wood,
and blood from stone;
gather,
for...
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A Single Kiss...
A single kiss repeated a thousand times over.
Is what I'll remember till the sun sets with my last breath.
As I pull you from sitting on my countertop,
Pulling you onto me.
Your petite, perfect body, snuggling into my arms.
Your lips locked to mine and our tongues telling our stories to each other.
I carry you across the room and to the bed.
I lay you down, yet our lips can not part; the kiss can not stop; the story is still being told.
It can not be stopped. It must be told.
Our lips telling truths that only a kiss can tell. ...
Is what I'll remember till the sun sets with my last breath.
As I pull you from sitting on my countertop,
Pulling you onto me.
Your petite, perfect body, snuggling into my arms.
Your lips locked to mine and our tongues telling our stories to each other.
I carry you across the room and to the bed.
I lay you down, yet our lips can not part; the kiss can not stop; the story is still being told.
It can not be stopped. It must be told.
Our lips telling truths that only a kiss can tell. ...
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Lovers Breakfast
1148 reads
2 Comments
The Lingering Wait....
1262 reads
2 Comments
Taste of Desire
1829 reads
5 Comments
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