Relentless HE-ART

Poetry based on the inner workings of a human heart and environmental surroundings, dreams and experiences. Moments. I conjure poems some on thoughts and others some visions of myself with others. Purpose is to create. I'm Jonathan. 27. Chicago for now..

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To my Surprise

I walked in to find

Rose petals torn

in my bedroom floor

a faded ruby red

with hues of earthy tones

along with a shade of scarlet

no longer breathing.

The tears falling from his face

without shame he embraces his shirt

to dry his tears, but

more seem to escape as he realizes

he misses you.

Preserved in his thoughts

your memory will be

his heart fought & lost

our lives meant to meet - destiny knows

A parting conversation

not fully aware

our last words, uttered

in silence

nothing could repair.

— Jonathan A. Lopez

[wordsbydominic]

“I never fell in love with you. I fell in love with the idea of us together.”

— words by dominic riccitello

[apoemaday]

Nothing Gold Can Stay

by Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

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The clock strikes 2am and it seems as though the night has never been quieter as in this moment

The late-night thoughts of company

forgotten or long lost friendships that come to me

Various spells of forgotten poetry

Like distinguished touch to the skin; sultry

He reminisces of long lost literary anecdotes

words of wisdom from my heart to those

who know it

An experience alive in the moment

I can recall so immensely how I yearn for a flame engulfed in my protected heart

that asks for the new life

which my heart seeks to embrace

I wanna be devoured

Taken captive

Swallowed up by the love that I so much deserve to have

a taste so sweet

I’d never let go

Jonathan Antonio Lopez

[oofpoetry]

To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.

Mary Oliver, from “In Blackwater Woods” (via oofpoetry)

[aspiritualwarrior]

When you feel a peaceful joy, that’s when you are near truth.

Rumi (via aspiritualwarrior)

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He looks up as I glance at he. Admiring his body & decadent ectasy his polished walk, calm appearance life on skin, his charm awakens the perfect sin rosey painted cheeks a visage lean and pink not looking down; no flaws seen there a subtle smile wandering eyes perfectly, hair sleek - messy In you I saw light and gentle a sign there 25 you spoke & I rushed, nervous and eager I spoke, muttered then you listened craving more than just a conversation a deep breath, an unspoken connection my roaming gaze betrayed me I’d go back to looking at you in your eyes and still you hanged on my every word waiting on my next reply but I knew it was brief your stay

Jonathan Antonio Lopez

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Still l portraits looking at me while I lay in bed - mind wandering I often find myself here craving you whatever that may be you're scent you're presence you're body Its never been easy for me to lie about how I feel, tonight won't be the exception tonight, I'm at peace & that's where I know I've been coping enduring the strong winds of solitude while my skin sits here hoping my wounds tug at my hearts core who asks - who knows? Days go passing by like tumbleweed in the desert silence is deafening while the rucus sturs quiet thoughts mirrors shatter when I dont see you in them.

Jonathan Antonio Lopez

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Silent he stood I once had a lover who made me believe he wrote in glances & spoke with deeds he stood there silent while my heart took heed a vision of sleepless nights my vision did see he walked away, left me behind like a lost forgotten memory I had tea with his heart, but he had no compassion my eyes certain of his (perilous) game I wasnt aware that his heart had my name, but to him loving someone wasnt in fashion Slightly red my eyes and cheeks were to be watery as they glistened some say he spoke of another; perhaps a twin flame as he left my heart broken there in the ground slain There was a fire which burned blue in despair inside a goblet my hands lost it all my essence at edge of a cliff a golden aura his presence did emit, guilty was I to donate my being to you A friendship to a dark tunnel did we leave the puzzle piece I'd forgotten I knew you couldn't go back to who we used to be

Jonathan A. Lopez

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If I roam When I leave I walk alone, slowly walking passing-by steps & paces a small café quaint & alive I take a seat to gather my thoughts plenty of warm faces mirthful with delight Secluded and alone he walks the poet enters my heart tonight to propose a thought and a movement of sorts Passion alive his wisdom devotes his temples burn while his ears ring glowing red with a scorching tint he hides his ponderings, gems those things always away but they play to keep the bad thoughts at bay alive again we all seem to be obvious the true color of the poets achilles heal to see While tonight castles fly the moon broken bright - in the ground surreal. Rose petals cry heavy dew-drops seeps to wipe away the lavender brown painful seal

Jonathan A. Lopez

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I stand here present arms over, infront of me I'm contemplative staying awake mid- bedroom eyes sleepless over plans and thoughts that delay At night I tire, but my body has no interest to my dismay by day I am prey to a deadly broken slumber questions about & over; repeated what could I say of boys & men and lovers that could going from heart to heart like a cardiac arrest Shattered fragments the floor's a mess to pick up the pieces I stumble, torn clothes I undress I feel the touch of the wind at night my only lover his touch always shivers in me he makes me feel quite alone even when present in the moment his touch delivers a mad man's scorn I retreat myself to the next abode One with a room of kaleidoscope colors A museum of different oddities my mind conceives like a mirror showing the outside, believes my chest bursts open like a gust of wind through a door - my heart flings Letters, words the pings and pangs like an ignored kid at night my words being on the edge two birds cry, then a man broken his vision seems he doesnt realize he's just more free Open air sun beams blinding light bows to the Earth cause today is not what it seems great thoughts come when alone your hearts feels seperate but silent is your prayer culminating like a storm

Jonathan A. Lopez

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You came from whence I did not see foreign your tongue while I delight in your ecstasy features like a sculpture made by the greek Gods but no one believes Your voice resonated loud through the clouds like assertive Storms someone, somewhere with you they will be what If I was the "one" & to be with you was all we could be what a concept of reality you see As Autumn appraches so do many hearts like a song upbeat, loud and on repeat we dance I see You come hither the rush and chemical reaction you bit me like a snake with poison, slither away then return I want poison burning fire in full fury

Jonathan Antonio Lopez

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He wanted me We went fast during the day & at night our hearts those young dreams held us back Temperatures rose while the mercury dropped We spoke of goals, dreams and the future got lost sand beneath, with the night sky looking down our time briefly spent focused on lust body language & the demise of the seasons Gave me a perspective a concept of a new yet common experience with unusual philosophies New idea of wandering affection a solid emotion turbulent in its glory His staff penetrated the ground with a joy uncommon to he While the poison there my heart not for he Vivid my "lie" for brutal honesty It was one that i knew not how to handle My warmth, touch, flame came like a gust of wind to a candle Had he been someone else, perhaps it happen to be but, no Fernando, no it was not he I prayed for a friend at times a lover a male companion not one to cower I go down & up encounters, encounters dismiss but then I wonder where is my prince? I wake up and present day here is he on Earth I wonder perhaps Mars, maybe even he he'll be wainting for me on Mercury.

Jonathan Antonio Lopez

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Black hair Earth, green & blue Scar's tears and no one to hold unto pursued lips crimson red The Queens's dead Prince in the open wild unprepared Moon gives light to the emptiness of his heart "I'd take a photo with death just to say I was a fan of this life", he says The starry night open & free street onlookers ready for the night to begin someone screams coming to and going from while I see it happen I see many and all but then I cant help to sense my hearts dismay Then, I wonder who's waiting on me?

Jonathan Antonio Lopez

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P O E T R Y. C O M I N G.

get ready been working on some pieces

[lovelustquotes]

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En route to home underground; aboard the red line boy nous parlons music, adventure and taste Detroit too i was staring into the gems you own hazel green a color finer than jade lighter than air but brighter than fire music, sun and freedom abound summer’s night soon winding down missing you yet still in season seems to be here I lay my bed, my thoughts & feelings three’s company one too many treason I lay down thinking of that one person who has been the most important to me no one can compare to love like the grace of a mother's symphony i spoil myself in a strangers delight like a one time used newspaper I err in to the path of love but shy away from freedom tonight I unlock the door letting me in ready to fight

Jonathan Antonio Lopez