Do You Hear?

Do You Hear?

A Poem by Lucifer Jones
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My ramblings...

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    To say I miss you so much it hurts, doesn't even scratch the surface of the pain burning with each tear. A rip in my face with each one trailing it's flames down my cheek. I huddle in a corner and shake and hug my arms around a shadow...
     I miss the way you rocked just so... You're head cocked just slightly to the left. Your sweat always dripping to the right corner of my mouth. I miss the way you shove your feet under my left thigh and wiggle your toes while you watch television. Pretending to be oblivious of my stare. Or were you pretending? 
     I miss the voice that heard me begin, "Will you love me in December..." and always cut me off with, "Just as I did in May.", and a kiss so ravenous and deep I feel my stomach aflight with a thousand swallows. Butterflies shy here. Here there be beasts. The awe that you knew... that you felt what I meant. I never had to tell.
     How I babbled the idiot, mouth pouring forth, a flood as I knelt at your altar. My mind screaming 'I Love You!" with every whisper against your skin... I miss you leaving me trembling and warm... I miss you leaving me unable to stand for the sway of the room.
     I miss laying naked and searching for answers in your eyes. The patterns and shadows flickering on your face... The thousand miracles there that I can trace... 
     I miss your hands on my head... trying to smooth the wrinkle in my forehead away. Trying to lure the demons from my shadows and pretty little boxes in their attic stash. I miss you understanding the animal and straining to be closer. 
     Sobs shudder as I become Jacob, in the wells that are you. Deep and cold. Yet the only thing that refreshes my soul.
     I am so tired... I am so f*****g tired... I miss... I miss so much I cannot put it all in words and words seem only to diminish what I truly ache for. Every smile and every frown... Every laugh and every tear... Do these old demons haunt only me? I will give you anything... I gave you everything. I still sing to you... Do you hear? 

© 2013 Lucifer Jones


Author's Note

Lucifer Jones
Yeah.. it is what it is... a therapeutic rambling... I just write what comes. You all tell me. Have at it.

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Gee....I think I know here...LOL
Touching...longing.....very nice....
Your torment is delicious...I've been there a time or two...I understand.
I hate all those feelings...is there no way to stop the yin and yang ?
Well done Lucifer....well done.
Scott

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lucifer Jones

10 Years Ago

I am honored. Thank you so much.



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Gee....I think I know here...LOL
Touching...longing.....very nice....
Your torment is delicious...I've been there a time or two...I understand.
I hate all those feelings...is there no way to stop the yin and yang ?
Well done Lucifer....well done.
Scott

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lucifer Jones

10 Years Ago

I am honored. Thank you so much.
I miss the way you shove your feet under my left thigh and wiggle your toes while you watch television. Pretending to be oblivious of my stare. Or were you pretending?

I loved that part. I got a glimpse of your fragile state of mind.

So touching "I felt for you"

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lucifer Jones

10 Years Ago

Scars are beautiful... The best day I ever had in the studio was the day I met her boyfriend sitting.. read more
Muse

10 Years Ago

A punch to my soul! No wonder you are burdened by such melancholy. She doesn't know the mistake that.. read more
Lucifer Jones

10 Years Ago

Thank you... I see the light... I just watch from a safe distance hahaha

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Founder of "The Deviant Coalition" I write the way I speak... Scary, huh? I present my mindless ramblings as I have done in many other forums for years. I don't call it poetry, but that seems to be .. more..

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