Archive for March, 2013

26
Mar
13

haunting

Haunting me

When I’m awake,

When I’m

Asleep,

When I’m trying

To forget

And stop

Hurting.

Haunting me

All the time.

Hurting me

Without trying

Or wanting to-

I believe you-

Or at least

I want to.

I guess

There’s a lot

That I want

And can’t have.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 26, 2013

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21
Mar
13

You know who you are

An itch

That can’t be

Scratched,

A love

That can’t be

Had,

A joy

That can’t be

Shared,

A smile

That can’t be

Seen,

Lips

That can’t be

Kissed,

A life

That can’t be

Lived

Together.

 

A hurt

That never

Stops,

An ache

That never goes

Away,

A distance

That never

Shrinks,

A tear

That never

Dries.

 

A body and skin

Never to be

Pressed against mine

Again-

No more joy

Or sadness

Shared

In warm embrace.

 

It’s over,

But it never

Ends.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 21, 2013

17
Mar
13

Deep in the bottom

There’s a bottle

With my name

In it-

Deep

In the bottom.

There’s a dark corner

Waiting

For me.

A dark cloud,

Promising rain,

Follows me-

Waiting for the moment

To dampen my mood

Further.

There’s a sad song

Playing somewhere,

Waiting

For my ears.

There are tears

That belong

To me,

Belong to us,

Belong to no one.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 17, 2013

17
Mar
13

Eleven, going on…

She’s only eleven,

She’ll be twelve

In the blink

Of my teary eye.

She’s growing up

Too fast

And too far

Away

From me.

I never knew

Exactly

What unconditional love was

Until she arrived

And let me be

Her father.

Now

I am blessed

To also have her

And her sister

To show me

What it means

To love

And be loved.

Even though

We now have

A state line

Between us,

She will always be

My “punkin”

And my first

Daughter,

Even as she crawls

Into her bed,

In her mother’s house-

Not mine.

In my mind,

I still

Tuck her in

Each night,

And kiss her

Cheek,

Brushing the curls

Off her face.

Sleep well baby girl,

Daddy will see you

In the morning.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 17, 2013

06
Mar
13

like a fool

Like a fool,

Like a poet,

Like a Pisces,

I have chased

So many

Dreams

Into darkness,

Into the light,

Into shadows,

Into a hopelessness

That only I could

Create

For myself.

Haunted by memories,

Embraced by the past

Within the present-

The smell of skin,

The touch of hair,

The taste of tears,

The sound and heat of short, rapid breaths against my neck.

Her

Beneath me

And always hovering

Somewhere

Above me-

Loved

And lost,

But always

Loved.

Like a fool

I have tried

In vain

To not be

Such a fool.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 5, 2013

05
Mar
13

It’s all over but the crying

As her skin

Vanishes

From my fingertips,

And the memories

Become

The past

In the moment

Of their creation,

The tears

Flow

Down cheeks

And onto sheets

That were wrinkled

By so much more

Than what the moment

Contained.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 5, 2013

 




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