Sweet Seals For You, Always
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JBB: An Artblog!
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@uncommonrachel
Unmanifested
We can talk more on it lateryou sayI have a million questions, but I won’tfree that beastSelf-Doubt,haunting the edges of every thought. Things likeWas I supposed to text you if you didn’t text me more?Was watching for you to send me images of your lifelike you said but never didWrong?If I had been softer in my responsesperhaps you wouldn’t havetorn a hole in the fabric of my affectionwhen I…
Tender
Tender Like your hand on my backAs we rock on the dance floor Tick Tick Tick Tock TenderLike your voice Wrapping around mineHarmonizing in a car TenderLike your soft cheekCupped in my handDrawing you closer TenderLike the tangible disappointment That you couldn’t share your plansWhile on vocal rest TenderLike your head in my lapAs I lay my heart bareAnd you speak conciliatory…
Record Player
A car driving into the mountainsOur voices mingling within memoriesChoirs past and presentArt our own most treasured All dolled up. Your mouth opened and shutYou took a step backwardsDoors open before me in the theatreOf this scene, my hand in yours You sit in my living room making musicOn the strings of my guitarReflecting a scene nearly one month pastMy melodies on your own…
Mourning Dove
Sunday morning in late WinterNearly tastes of SpringSmall signs of life, though still coldBut no you The trees blossom pink and whiteLittle leaf buds red and orangeSmall signs of life, though still coldBut no you Peering through my windowAs that sheltered scene unfurlsSmall signs of life, though still coldBut no you A cat sleeps in the window across mineMourning dove preening on a nearby…
Dropped off my clarinet for a tuneup, and now I feel this yearning.
“Be the change you want to see in the world” and “fake it till you make it” are essentially the same thing. To impact a difference, you simply have to be that difference to the best of your ability, even if it feels fake. Aka “if you want different, be different”
I love your face.
Probably the best poem I have written in my entire life.
When I notice the proud and adoring way you look at me, the rest of the world vanishes.
Jumbo paper clips are my spirit animal.