Submissions by jolais
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
don't fall for this conversation
I'm such a whore
wanton for understanding
so desperate I seem
I know
Concept presented
I grasp with both hands, friction
to test, to press against my own experience
pace set by the map of your expressions
My genie -
I want to see all those hidden meanings
angles and leanings
and you want for release -
Laden
I laugh, nod,
look away, just a moment to process
all the ideas your lips tremble
to hold over me
heightened awareness
my irises bare ...
wanton for understanding
so desperate I seem
I know
Concept presented
I grasp with both hands, friction
to test, to press against my own experience
pace set by the map of your expressions
My genie -
I want to see all those hidden meanings
angles and leanings
and you want for release -
Laden
I laugh, nod,
look away, just a moment to process
all the ideas your lips tremble
to hold over me
heightened awareness
my irises bare ...
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__back to our days__
I watch her, lazily, often mornings
once school lunches are made, sent,
dishes and my 'business' done,
she'll sit
tapping, scrolling, scanning cyberspace,
waiting...
She waits for him, I know, a friend-
about ten hours of time gap
checks the clock
taking into account he's busy living:
flying...
Stories sung and boisterous banter
flit across her face, relieved
grinning, gawking, seething squints-
she closes eyes
losing the now in been-and-done,
and far-away and likely-not; ...
once school lunches are made, sent,
dishes and my 'business' done,
she'll sit
tapping, scrolling, scanning cyberspace,
waiting...
She waits for him, I know, a friend-
about ten hours of time gap
checks the clock
taking into account he's busy living:
flying...
Stories sung and boisterous banter
flit across her face, relieved
grinning, gawking, seething squints-
she closes eyes
losing the now in been-and-done,
and far-away and likely-not; ...
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7 Comments
Cling
It was the way to be near you
just to get your attention
I had to put it on;
even in my vulnerability,
in deepest love,
my most impressed
with you,
and then regress.
I tried.
We were too young, then, I guess.
Didn't know you needed grown and steady,
and you didn't know
I needed
just you
to care
at all
that I was there.
The vaults locked automatically.
Too many daylight robberies
from my open doors
of lonely desperation ...
just to get your attention
I had to put it on;
even in my vulnerability,
in deepest love,
my most impressed
with you,
and then regress.
I tried.
We were too young, then, I guess.
Didn't know you needed grown and steady,
and you didn't know
I needed
just you
to care
at all
that I was there.
The vaults locked automatically.
Too many daylight robberies
from my open doors
of lonely desperation ...
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6 Comments
No Crutch
I let myself
think what-ifs today.
Not usually my dish
but, figured I'd give it a go.
Turns out
I've always known-
since the first day I saw
I'm not a cripple
on my own.
think what-ifs today.
Not usually my dish
but, figured I'd give it a go.
Turns out
I've always known-
since the first day I saw
I'm not a cripple
on my own.
962 reads
7 Comments
compute
it's societal self shut-down
by mass force brain drain
replaced by purely
programmed
original thought
while relational standards
sink obscene--
adaptable
molding, morphing
into anything
that makes it
slip easy, slot right
notch into place
function one:
one will perform
if one cannot think
function two:
one will go on
if one cannot feel
wild west-whipped
next undead in line
feeding
thriving
on sugar,...
by mass force brain drain
replaced by purely
programmed
original thought
while relational standards
sink obscene--
adaptable
molding, morphing
into anything
that makes it
slip easy, slot right
notch into place
function one:
one will perform
if one cannot think
function two:
one will go on
if one cannot feel
wild west-whipped
next undead in line
feeding
thriving
on sugar,...
981 reads
3 Comments
Go
I've got it.
Sobering (w)hor(e)mo(a)nes,
(those raging bitches)
blitz my style, crank the bile.
I love a man with words he loves me without,
both planets' ambassadors sacked for treason.
Whether a clash of elements, or just a game
of rock, paper, scissors
the battles suffuse everyday
in a dull shade of jade.
But escape is only vacancy -
unending stasis bettered by nothing.
There's no way to sate nor dissipate this wanderlust.
Never have been
in one place longer than a little while-
itchy...
Sobering (w)hor(e)mo(a)nes,
(those raging bitches)
blitz my style, crank the bile.
I love a man with words he loves me without,
both planets' ambassadors sacked for treason.
Whether a clash of elements, or just a game
of rock, paper, scissors
the battles suffuse everyday
in a dull shade of jade.
But escape is only vacancy -
unending stasis bettered by nothing.
There's no way to sate nor dissipate this wanderlust.
Never have been
in one place longer than a little while-
itchy...
1009 reads
4 Comments
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