Archive for October, 2016

16
Oct
16

Seven letters

I used to believe that

Love lasted forever,

And I suppose

A part of me still does,

Possibly,

But I’ve realized that

Forever is a lot bigger

Than its seven letters.

Who can truly understand

The meaning

Of infinity

Of time?

Unlike the billions of Sagan’s stars,

Which are theoretically finite,

Love is somehow

Transcendant

And limitless,

Exceeding both time and space,

While our physical bodies

Are not.

I ache to believe

That

Love will last

Into an eternity

I can not fathom,

And will never feel,

But the practicality of heartbreak

Produces a cold and unfeeling reality

That suggests

Love is far less permanent than the dreams of an expanding universe that flows into a darkness that is unfettered by boundaries of physics or romance.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 16, 2016

15
Oct
16

I think

I just don’t see it happening-

That I’ll be able

To let go

Of the fear

Enough

To be open

To love or loving

After this.

And yet,

Because I am

Who I am,

And love

Is

The oxygen in my blood

Keeping me alive

Most days,

I can’t

Believe

The fear

Or the pain

That is chewing on me now

Can really

Keep me

From doing what I’ve always done-

Letting the heart

Talk the brain into

Suspending the disbelief

That “this time might be different.”

I already know

I’ll find a way

To ignore

My own warnings

And proclamations of

“Never again!”

For me,

To live

Without love,

Is to die,

And though death sounds welcoming

At times,

I’m probably still

More afraid of death

Than another heartbreak.

I think.

15
Oct
16

Confessions

There are things

That

I will have

To carry

To my grave,

Unable to

Speak them,

And make

The confession

Of what I did,

What I feel,

What I want,

Or who I am.

There are things

I can

Never

Give words to,

Because

Their simple existence

Within

My mind

And memory

Are

Too much

For me

To live with.

The truth

Is

Supposed to set us

Free,

But mine

Hangs

From my neck,

Like a heavy chain

Attached to an anchor

Falling deeper

Into the abyss,

Where water goes

From sparkling blue

To darkest black.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 15, 2016

12
Oct
16

Do it already

You’re already

Gone

So just go-

Put a bullet

Through the brain

Of this

Uncomfortable silence

And awkwardness.

Do it already-

Just cut

The last tendon

Of this

Severed limb,

And let it

Fall

To the ground

With certitude.

It won’t

Grow

Back,

But I can

Adapt

To this

Limbless reality.

The infection

Is spreading

And other organs

Are in jeopardy,

So save what’s

Healthier,

And cut out

The gangrenous

Rot.

It’ll feel

Better,

Eventually.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 12, 2016

08
Oct
16

In the space between

She exists

In the space between

Heaven and earth-

Bound by neither,

Held in place

By nothing

Other than

Her own

Gravity

And weightlessness.

She is

Neither

Here nor there,

Belongs to nothing

And everything,

Choosing to

Breathe

Or give breath

As she feels.

She is the sum

Of her own equation,

And the answer

To her own question-

And is okay

When nobody else

Understands

Her arithmetic.

She is her own star

And her own moon,

Spinning wildly

In her own orbit

Through her universe,

Searching

For signs of life

On other planets.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 8, 2016

08
Oct
16

Dreaming of me dreaming of you

When you fall asleep

And dream

Of our bodies

Twisted

Into

Knots

From our passion,

Your body

Tingling

And alive

Feeling a kiss

Sent by lips

Thousands of miles away,

Your eyes sparkling

Like stars

In the vastness

Of the expanding universe,

I will be

Reaching

Across the covers

Of my bed

Searching

For the touch

Of your fingers

Entwining with mine

In the quiet

Of night

And the sound

Of my own breathing.

I’ll think of you

There,

With your neck

Exposed

To my lips,

Your breasts

Only partially covered

By twisted sheets

And restless sleep-

Dreaming of me

Dreaming of you.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 8. 2016

08
Oct
16

I see

I see you

There,

Between the sheets,

And between breaths,

In a tangle of limbs

And messy hair,

Your eyes

Shining

Brighter than stars

Through the darkness

And into mine,

Bringing me light

In the touch

Of your skin

Against mine.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 8, 2016




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