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31
Jul
16

Inside/Outside

When

I was

Inside

You,

I was

No longer

Inside

Myself.
Timothy Vance Jackson

July 31, 2016

20
Jul
16

It’s never not hard

It’s never

Not hard

To live

Inside my head,

Yet

I find myself

There

Far too often.

The competing voices,

And ideas,

And fears,

And desires,

And resentments,

And the love-

For my daughters especially-

All vying

For my attention

At the same time-

All of them winning,

All of them losing.

It’s a very loud

And crowded

Space

Between my ears,

Yet

My heart

Is barely

A foot away,

And so very lonely.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 20, 2016

18
Jul
16

Lucky you

They’re not

Really louder,

There’s not really

More of them,

There’s just

Fewer distractions

To keep you from

Listening

To the voices

And anxieties

Screaming

In your head.

The volume

Is

Roughly

The same,

But the usual background noise has subsided just enough to let the chorus of fear and self-doubt make it’s way closer to your consciousness.

Lucky you.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 18, 2016

17
Jul
16

Another lifetime

It’ll take another lifetime

To get over this one-

This lifetime,

This heartache,

This broken down journey through love.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson
July 17, 2016

08
Oct
14

Breathing Sweatily

Music plays

In my ears

As images of you

Dance in my head-

Swaying and moving,

Breathing sweatily,

Your clothes

Clinging

To your body,

And your hair

In clumped strands

Sticking to your face

And slender neck,

As the bass line

Shivers down your spine

To your feet,

Which seem to ignore

Gravity,

To float

Above the floor.

It is

As if

The music

Is making love

To you,

And your movements

Are the climax

Of that embrace,

Each thump

Of bass

Another kiss,

Another touch,

Another whisper

Into your ear

With breathless abandon.

If only

My hands

And arms

Could wrap around you

And hold you,

The way the music

Pulls you in,

For a kiss

That would make you

Dance

Until the next sunrise.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 8, 2014

28
Jul
14

Erosion

I’m going

To bury

Them

In a field

In my mind-

Some fertile

Corner

With plenty

Of light,

Good drainage,

And nutrient-rich soil.

Let the ideas

And feelings,

Memories,

Grow

And take

Root,

Holding the soil

Of my mind

In place,

Secure

From erosion.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 28, 2014

08
Jun
14

Another night

It’s when

Things get quiet

That I think

Of her

Most-

When the sounds

Of life

Can no longer

Drown out

The noises

Caused by the memories

And desires.

When the stillness

Returns,

The restlessness

Awakens,

And the quiet

Is shattered

By the screams

Of “I LOVE YOU”

Deep inside

My head.

She doesn’t

Hear

The screams

Or see

My contortions

To hold it all

Together

For just another

Night.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

June 8, 2014




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