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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

02
Oct
16

Don’t Tell Me

Don’t tell me

You do,

When

You don’t.

Don’t tell me

You can,

When

You won’t.

Don’t say

It was,

When

It isn’t.

Don’t tell me

You did,

When

You stopped loving me, and caring, or even noticing I’m still here.

It would be

Better

If you stopped

Telling me

That you

Want

What I want

Too,

When

You have

No idea

What it is,

Or even what

You want.

You stopped caring

That

You no longer know

Who I am.

If I wake up

Dead,

You’ll help

My family

Bury me,

Out of a sense of obligation and duty that no longer means anything to you, but you’re too uncomfortable to admit that you simply don’t care at all anymore.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 1, 2016

01
Oct
16

The Inevitability of it All

I didn’t

Know better

And if I had

I wouldn’t have

Done anything

Differently,

But 

Maybe

I would’ve been

Prepared

Better

For where I am now-

Trying 

To figure out

Why

And where

And how

And if.

I might have

Gotten here

Feeling

Less surprised

Or hurt,

Or angry,

Or confused.

Maybe

I would’ve

Had more courage

To try

To be

Less afraid

Of loss.

I doubt that

Knowing

The possible outcome

Would’ve stopped me,

And I hope

That living 

The inevitability of it all

Will not

Kill me

Or my willingness

To love.
Timothy Vance Jackson

October 1, 2016

31
Jul
16

I saw

I looked

At you

Through closed eyes,

Seeing you

With

My fingertips

In the dark

Of the room,

And our

Humidity.

I saw

You

In the

Scent

Of your body,

Wet

With our sweat.

I saw

You

With my tongue

Inside your mouth,

And my lips

Pressed to your

Skin,

Feeling the shivers

Running

Through your body.

I saw

You.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 31, 2016

31
Jul
16

Inside/Outside

When

I was

Inside

You,

I was

No longer

Inside

Myself.
Timothy Vance Jackson

July 31, 2016




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