First Love

Your lips speak soft sweetness
Your touch a cool caress
I am lost in your magic
My heart beats within your chest.

..I think of you each morning
And dream of you each night
I think of your arms being around me
And cannot express my delight.

Never have I fallen
But I am quickly on my way
You hold a heart in your hands
That has never before been given away.

Finding Love

I wanted a mansion once… that is until I met you,
Now the only place I want to live is inside your heart
I once desired diamonds… until I met you,
Now the only sparkle I need comes from within
I used to crave the finest clothing… until I met you,
Now I want not a single thread to separate our bodies
I once coveted a fancy car… until I met you,
Now I want nothing that would put miles between us
I once prayed for money… until I met you,
Now I want none of the things money can buy
I once yearned for a sense of security… until I met you,
Now my only security comes is knowing you are near
I once dreamt of a prestigious job… until I met you,
Now I find my success in knowing that you are happy
I once asked for the world on a silver platter… until I met you,
Now you are my world and I want for nothing but your touch
Loving you has been my teacher; you taught me not to want
Being with you has been my discovery; you are all that I need
Finding you has been my salvation, I now understand grateful
But perhaps most importantly …
Your love in return has been my everything.

A Dream Within A Dream

635905677386074784-1618317641_dreamTake this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow–
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

21 days to freedom

Two numbers that can change a memory.
A human brain needs time to change,
like the cycle of the moon
or sand falling through glass,
we require twenty-one days.

A cigarette burns like a beacon,
it removes doubt and muddles your mind,
it strokes your inner thoughts and whispers,
Oh so gently into your ear,
this life is just a little drag.

That shot glass fits finger and thumb,
like picking up a part that has fallen off.
It’s sweet innards carry us away from here,
to a reality that needs no coping,
a place where we are equal
even in our daughters eyes.

A change of attitude turns slowly,
the meek bloom from extinguished self doubt,
a feel of real worth bathes their fears
washing them away forever,
a new man, a new start.

Twenty-one days later
the cigarette is cancer on a stick
the shot glass is a bullet in your hand,
A brain can be reprogrammed.

Love Pains

Oh, how many times I ignored love’s warm embrace.
I lived every day in a cold and heartless place.
I never needed a partner to get me through the day.
I just kept a pattern, from which I would never stray.
It was a hot and endless summer afternoon,
I had no idea where I would be soon.
So aimlessly I wondered ’round the campus and back again,
and passed by her beauty without a second glimpse.
A few more weeks had passed, and my memory of her was gone.
Knowing that she as well had probably moved on.
I went the entire week without a second thought,
little did I know that her love is what I sought.
We met again some time since over a hot debate.
We didn’t see eye to eye, our views would not equate.
She seemed undisturbed by my presence there,
no more frivolous care in the world.
Every time our paths would cross, we crossed our words as well.
I was then a religious man, but she said I was destined for Hell.
There was no one else in existence that she hated more than I,
but I was determined to win her over to see things from my side.
We than met at school one day and we laughed at the irony,
of how much I hated her, and how much she hated me.
Yet there we were to spend every day sitting side by side in class,
nothing we wanted more than for that one hour to pass.
But after many weeks had passed, and we spent so many hours together,
our attitudes toward each other had slowly gotten better.
There were many different things that we both could find pleasing,
and on almost every topic we soon began agreeing.
The year went by and summer rolled in, I was on my own again,
and until that time had come, I didn’t realize how much I missed my friend.
So, forced I was to spend so long alone without direction,
and I looked back on our friendship and soon began to question.
After spending so much time apart, her importance I almost forgot,
but I also had the chance to realize what we were not.
When I got to see her again, I knew that we were not just friends,
but we were destined to be together as lovers until the end.
But too soon did I get excited about our fate of forever love,
because she too had some news about the love she had been dreaming of.
She had spent the summer in the city and had found the perfect man,
but he had to go off to war, and was fighting in Iran.
She said she would wait forever just for him to return,
and eternity she would spend because her love he had earned.
They had fallen for each other and on that passion she would dwell,
he was her true match, and she was his as well.
That next summer came, and it was twice as long as the last,
because my one and only love now had come and passed.
We still spend every day together, talking of love and life,
but my heart has been split open with a dull and rusty knife.
I wonder to this day if my pain will ever end,
or forever in bitter days will all my life I spend.
Was she my last and only chance at true and flawless love,
and if not then why is she what all my dreams consist of?
I have tried to move forward, in a long but futile attempt,
all of every part of me has slowly grown unkempt.
I am lost without direction in a sea of utter regret,
and even when I’m old and gray, her memory I’ll never forget.

Author: Jake Jarvis

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