Nibble
Moan
Lick
Quiver
Your only at my lips
and I’m already yours.
~HonestLynne
Tag Archives: free write
Tango of Flirtation
You make my heart race.
It’s been months.
But to no avail,
You have done it again.
You make me doubt myself.
Am I just weak?
When you come within five feet,
My mind just starts to fade.
Your presence is daunting.
Knowing the affect you have on me.
You speak,
But I can only focus on your lips
Memories flooding of where they have been
Every
Last
Place.
Your eyes look through me.
As if they know exactly where my mind has been.
Now it becomes a dance,
A tango of flirtation.
Frustration comes with flirtation
Knowing there is a line I must not cross
Should not cross.
The jury is still deciding
What if’s are being questioned
Whispering in my ear as we dance.
What’s the harm?
Just one kiss.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
Jump, Leap and Run
Have you ever thought it wouldn’t all work out?
That it is all to good to be true.
You are just waiting until it all comes
crashing
down.
Waiting for the failure to arrive.
To busy to realize the success that’s already been accomplished.
Is it our fault or society’s?
Are we taught to always be on guard?
To keep the idea of failure in the back of our minds?
OR
Are we taught to strive for success and that failing is failure.
A mistake.
Where do we draw the line?
Should we be afraid?
Avoiding activities or goals because we are afraid of failing?
Have we become so ashamed to not succeed?
Shouldn’t we take some risk,
Get past that nagging voice of fear in our heads.
We are essentially
Waiting
To
Fail.
Another door is always open
But if you don’t jump at the opportunity,
Then it just becomes a door.
An incomplete.
A risk can be that changing moment in your life,.
IF you fail, you failed.
Move on and get past it.
Live your life without fear because you have already faced your fear.
So, jump, leap, and run.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
Doomed
I thought time apart was what we needed.
But I can see now that’s what you wanted.
Trying to talk is like trying to hold water in the palm of your hand,
Always a losing battle.
Its all you and no me.
While that’s how it always seemed.
My head is beginning to compete,
With my heart’s denial,
We are two stubborn heads.
The lightening and thunder of a storm,
You grab my attention and I grumble,
Just waiting on the storm to pass.
At least for a brief moment
Wasn’t there a happier time?
When we were unstoppable.
You made my heart go a flutter.
So what went wrong?
Was it my rose colored glasses?
Wanting something so bad,
It was doomed from first glance.
No.
It was us.
So take your time.
I have spent all mine.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
Nightmare
You disappear,
You run away,
But you say your okay.
To us,
Your mother, father, friends,
We have lost
you.
We try and convince each other,
That there was nothing we could do,
While putting on a brave face,
While not believing any of the words.
Surely there was something we could do.
Listen more. Ask more questions.
Anything at all,
Even predicting the future.
You lost yourself,
But it was our job,
to get you back to the real you.
To avoid this nightmare.
But this nightmare we must face.
We can’t change the past, all we can do is hope,
That when you find yourself,
You will come back to us.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
Bliss
Early morning,
everyone is sleeping
and there’s just you.
No one to bother you, interrupt your thoughts,
Or remind you of the present.
When you can just think or not think.
When you can dream or fantasize.
Time to think of your life, friends, or family.
Escape into a book, a movie, or just the silence.
My time. Bliss.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Uncategorized
I Crave The Me That You See
Me.
I crave the me that you see.
I have lost sight of my own eyes.
Disbelief has made my reflection compromised.
As if my head has been disconnected.
My heart, my brain, infected.
I feel like an absentee.
I crave the me that you see.
So much potential you say
Do I believe you or fade away?
How much of me am thee?
Like tasting fruit from a poisonous tree.
I try to give the third degree
I crave the me that you see
Me is turning into you.
A lost soul with no point of view,
A vision of what you craved
This is the path that you paved.
But I will be an escapee
A mirror I will come across
My poetry is like my sign of the cross.
A reflection that my mind can recognize
I will not need the sight of my eyes.
To crave the me that I read.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
When the Wall Breaks
When my shirt hit the floor,
The feeling of hate was no more.
This was just what I was looking for.
A time to forget, a time to remember.
Your lips are on mine, I feel myself tremble.
Just close my eyes and live in the moment,
To act before we lose our momentum.
I don’t love, I don’t hate.
What you are is fate.
Giving me a moment,
To not torment,
But giving me fulfillment.
Filed under Poetry
Happy Endings
I‘m driving.
It’s raining hard and the roads are wet.
I hit the gas to go faster and faster but
to only shift my foot cautiously back to the brake.
Worrisome, nervousness, and anger are racing through my heart
as I think about what I’m is going to find.
I lets loose of my grip on the steering wheel
only to check my phone for messages.
I pull into the parking lot and drive slowly
looking for my destination.
I see the white car glistening under the light and rain.
I park next to it. Jumping from the car,
leaving everything behind, the car door unlocked
and running through the rain to the passenger door of the white car.
I open it.
I hear the music first but then I hear the quiet sobs from inside.
I sit down and close the door.
Without words,
I pull my friend close to me and wraps my arms around her.
As I start to comfort her, she cant keep it in any longer.
She cries, letting out all the feelings that have been eating her up inside.
She cries until there are no more tears for her to spill.
I held her silently until the sobs got quieter,
her body wasn’t shivering any longer,
until her breathing started to become normal again.
Only the sounds of the music and the storm filled the car.
When she was ready, she spoke of everything on her mind.
There were times when she was in a fit of rage and
then times when tears started to start down her face again.
She was an eighteen year old whose
heart was shattered into a million pieces.
She would never be the same.
Unlike a puzzle, the pieces of her heart would never fit back the right way.
As I was driving home that night,
the car was silent except for the rain,
I began to think about why some things happen.
She couldn’t see past her love and so she was punished?
She deserves to be happy once in a while.
We all deserve a happy ending.
Maybe not at eighteen,
but when?
By: HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
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