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resisting the affections which i am entirely surrendered to

3 Oct

They seep into me but nothing equates
I follow,
I am seduced,
and actively seducing.

but there is no bond, like you.

I straddle hopes of amusement,
of more than that, what I mean is
arrousal

but nothing equates

I string along,
strings of hope
of lust, of curiosity
knowing nothing comes close to
surrendering to you
I seek for more,
for a reason not to cave
for a pulsating urge beyond what I know

but there is nothing but
what i absorb of you
and what you drain of me

you have all of me without my will,
there is strength in what pulls me to you

I take the long walk towards home, knowing that nothing will actually make me resist
coming back to the sheets we shared a few hours ago.

The best was when you kissed me standing
near my door,
when we were
near my door,
when I knew it was
just
this.

Simple

11 Aug

oh, this just makes my heart shiver

8 Aug
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond  
by E. E. Cummings
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

pitures, megann rose

Plane ride

23 Jul

leaving in 24 hours

21 Jul

1. i am not gone but i miss you already

2. i am not gone, but i can foresee the  absence of you

3. i am not gone yet,

you were laying next to me and we talked, such an unfamiliar sense of security

you were laying next to me and i was uplifted by you

i crave to be good, to be patient, to be settled,

i promise you will not leave my mind, any time soon,

god, this poem is horrible, but full of good intentions

tomorrow ill write an other

photo1&3 by victor vauthier

S.P

5 Jun

Goodbye loneliness

27 May