Posts Tagged ‘Her

07
Mar
17

Rip

Go ahead

And rip it

Off,

Yank it,

Tear it quickly,

I don’t care

If it takes

The hair

And the skin,

Just rip it off

And get this awkward

Silent suffering

Over.

Pull the bandages

And all the tape

Off

In an inelegant and impatient

Jerk,

And let

The bleeding

Begin

Anew,

So that

The healing

Can finally

Begin.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 7. 2017

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

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

17
Jul
16

You tried

You tried.

You lived

Up to your beliefs-

While scared,

Unsure

Of the future,

If it would

Work.

You still tried.

Even when

You got more

Scared,

When you saw

The familiar

Signs,

Made the same

Mistakes,

Made the same

Apologies,

With the same

Remorse.

Then you stopped

Trying

To fix it

Again,

And again,

And again,

When

It never stopped

Failing-

No matter

What you did

Or didn’t

Do.

But until then,

You

Tried.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 17, 2016




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