Heat

I wanna moan your name

gently into the night

while your lips burn mine

your scent take a permanent residency

on my bed sheets

your name inhabits

the very core of my body

the heat… oh the heat

I wanna moan your name gently into the night… -justme62 -photo by pixabay

Still…

Dozens of rough draft and crumpled papers

strewn across the floor. Still drunk on whiskey

eyes puffy from keeping the night company.

Attempting to write a decent poetry

thoughts of you keep popping in and out of my head.

Both sweet and candid moments we just had few days ago

still stuck in my brain. I don’t think the April rain will

wash all of them away.

I could continue washing your memories off of my thoughts…

I asked myself why?… why trying to steer clear from thinking of you. For now I do not

know the answer to that. I just want to keep writing and come up with a beautiful poetry. I want to have a love affair with my thoughts, paper and my pen.

We often stumble and fall trying to find the true meaning of love. We look for it in books, we look for it in papers, we struggle to find the write words to say it or even the right words to say to the one we love.

We count on others to show us how to love, to open up their heart to us or even to give us the slightest clue that we are also loved and accepted by that particular person that make our heart skip a beat or two. We often wonder whether to believe the other person when they say the words ” I love you” to us. A whole lot of us, take a step back and get a stinging shock wave running through our head.

Because we can’t believe it that this person said those words, and often times we even distrust the other person. I really think there are many of us learned to be closed-up having our hearts locked-up in our chest that it sometimes can not feel or sense signal from the other person. We locked up our heart for fear of rejection for fear of getting it broken once more.

And often, we wonder around not knowing where to go, how to take this and we often wonder where we are going to find Love, The kind of love we struggled to find and often times we tell ourselves that maybe…maybe we are destined to be alone.

Are we looking for love in wrong places? Often times, we missed its calling.

-justme62

Point of view

To him, I just a broken melody

needing to be fixed by a lost musician

a lost cause he said.

To me, I am a wild flower

my beauty is of my existence

and because of myself

I continue to survive.

We were

Together, we pushed the boundary like some Indie song playing on the radio. A man’s heart vulnerable, exposed like leaves heavy with winter snow. Pleading for his lover to stay and play among the crowd just outside of the city by the bay.

Together, we ignited the night sky, lighted it with fire. Together, we serenaded everything. We were bigger than the symphony. Excess was our way of life, unstoppable floats on high over a man-made sky.

Together, we were invincible, until we fell hard on a man-made venom.

Tenderly and smoothly weaving these

words with raw emotions unearthing

distant past. Skillfully conveying them

into this poetry I longed to write

a million miles ago.

Melancholy

I died a million times

when you started hiding

your eyes from me.

I walked into the darkness

soothing my own pain.

Closed my eyes only to

blind me temporarily.

The westerly wind stirs the sail

of the melancholy boat.

I float, I float on the western sea

until the dark shrouded me.