jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman) : Writing

you.

you.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


daily, you punch my heartwith a fist of happinessfilled with melancholyyou trace the curls of my laughterwith a sharpie pento hold them in place for p..
etchings.

etchings.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i want to tracethe marks of our love,etched fleetinglyupon your flesh,with fingertip touchesso whispersoftthey seem merelya thought
i speak often of dreams.

i speak often of dreams.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i speak often of dreamsthey resonate, reverberatewithin this shell of minei speak often of dreamsthey hold me, rapt,with a promise of what could bei s..
love.

love.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i wanted to writesomething on lovebut the words all curdled,unspent, inside my brainwords are notwhat is needed herenot even remotely satisfyingto the..
message to a lonely one.

message to a lonely one.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


Ah yes..Is there anything quite so lonely as someone on the path to rediscovering themselves? There is something so solitary about that moment when yo..
rhyme scheme.

rhyme scheme.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i'll drop my undoingcheerfullycarryingthe remote distanceswithin a backpackalready far removed from newi'll exaggerate the gapstracing their outlines ..
fugax.

fugax.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


she blinkedthe world had shiftedone eye was lostto the blankness she(sometimes)held within..she groped with the fingersof the corresponding hand(lefto..
mawkish.

mawkish.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


there isn't a needfor valentinesthese dayspaper only fadesand curls at the cornerspaling past recognition,anywayrather likethe heartful sentimentthat ..
you need to know.

you need to know.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


desire mewhisper my namecurve your tonguealong the twisty cockleshellof my waiting eardrink metaste my secret flavoursfeminine. wild. deep.meant to co..
4am.

4am.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


fogin the treelineslipping silentlyalongthe edges of my mindinsidious curlstricklingbetween the coilsof my brainthese thoughts of youare cloyingand pa..