Posts Tagged ‘Unfinished

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

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18
Nov
14

The other shoe

As far as I’m concerned,

The other shoe

Can go

Fuck itself.

No more shoes-

Dropping,

Or otherwise.

Fuck the shoes,

And how they ruin

The floors

Of my heart,

How they scuff

My soul

And trample

My love.

I don’t want them around

Anymore,

Not even sandals.

I just want

To be

Barefoot,

Naked,

And alone

With you

Again,

And for forever.

Fuck the other shoe.

Screw both shoes.

I want you.

But leave the shoes

Outside

By the door,

And away from me-

Away from us.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

November 17, 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

09
Jun
14

More

I need

More

Of you-

On my lips,

On my tongue,

In my nostrils,

In my arms,

Pressed against me,

Shivering in my arms,

Smiling at me,

Biting your bottom lip,

Turning away from me so that I won’t see the thoughts in your eyes and the flush of color in your cheeks.

I need

More

Of you

And I

Together.

I don’t want

Everything,

Just

You.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

June 9, 2014

17
Mar
14

It’s not over

And when

Our lips

Touch

Again,

So sweetly

And passionately,

We will

Explode

Again.

Once the space between us

Is removed

Again,

We will

Know

That feeling

Again,

Of excited touches

And shaking skin,

So hungry

For more,

So scared

Of it ending,

Even briefly.

When we touch

Again,

Sending the shock

Of electricity

Through each other,

It will be

So much

More,

Than just

A touch…

Much more than

Two bodies reuniting and un-breaking the broken.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 17, 2014

12
Mar
14

“Maybe I’ll always be this way”

Wanting more,

Wandering,

Dreaming,

Living

For those moments

That shutout the noises

And distractions,

Delivering the happiness

Of living

Now.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 12, 2014

 

23
Jan
14

Back seat

Scrambling

And fumbling

To find her

Skin

Beneath my fingertips,

Kissing

Her lips

Then her neck

And ears

And cheek

And then

Back to her lips,

Covered

With her hair

And her hurried breath,

Our teeth bumping

As our tongues

Search

For their partner,

While the breathing

Becomes more

Hurried

And excited,

With swelling

Anticipation

And bright red

Flushed cheeks,

Skin becoming hot

And covered

With perspiration,

While going nowhere

With great urgency,

Searching and yearning

For a crescendo

Of tangled limbs

And hearts beating

Skin to skin

In the dark-

Just once.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

January 23, 2014




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