Follow/FavThe Longest Love Poem Ever Written By: S.J.Jones Sometimes I wish I could see you in my dreams All the time (All the time) I wish I could see you Behind my eyelids Every time I blink There the Angel would be Who talks and walks Like The Devil Himself You, who are so angelic and pure While shooting up With thorny needles And gaining glowing Foggy red eyes With wings on your back -Does no one else see them?- Theyre not black or white Not soft nor sharp But theyre alright Let me describe you My sweet slow addiction Allow me to stay up Night after night Allow me to – with my unworthy pen Write all the things you are Until the ink runs out (then Ill use my blood) Until the paper is filled (then Ill use my skin) But Ill write it all Ill write down exactly what you are Until it is all recorded That such a being did exist And that must mean something Let me record that You are like Rain You are like Sun You are nourishment Far superior to water and bread No need to eat No need to drink No need to sleep When you are alive in the world You are the genius of a time Of an age Modern and ancient combined Fused in a surreal embrace Full of furry And lack of Love Flippant and aloof You are the perfect Distant observer Oh to gain a glance! Oh to gain a request! Oh there can be nothing greater How can this be? How is this possible? You try the patience And wear the heart thin As loving you Is to love a machine or stone Or blade of grass Or prancing and fast-fleeing gazelle So long it takes To get a foot in The tightly wedged door Of your acknowledgment and care All is slow-coming and even then Trudging on and on But all these things you dont even plan Are pure genius You are not ice cold white like winter With extreme blue chill frost Nor are you the steaming red hot fire Of stifling sticky summer You are instead The cold breezes of Fall The subtle comfort of Autumn With its plodding pale Oranges and yellows And sweet whispers Whistling through sparse trees Falling asleep Or just waking up You could very well be The wet, live of Spring But no. That would make you like a sunrise When you arte so obviously A gorgeous glowing Sunset The world on fire dipped in ice You are not airy Or light or feathery Without substance Blue or clear or wispy No, you are of the Earth. Looking like a stumpy short Little molehill yourself As you stand so content With eyes glowing Eyes like a cats – bright yellow Like the sun through the leaves And hair like the fresh, damp soil And skin like every animal Every cold-blooded creature That slithers or crawls or jumps And a clear voice Like a brook as it runs over the stones Wearing them all smooth That voice. That is like a thousand birds All taking flight at once That voice. Oh tell me, please! How on Earth How in Heaven or in Hell You could ever dream Of condemning such a one With such a voice as that! How do you not tremble with Delight? And sigh with infinite pleasure upon hearing it? Soft and innocent And ringing like bells! How can you not Instantly forgive Any previous wrong Committed against you When you hear those words Chirped so prettily As if from a Devil-Angel-Bird Created by an indecisive God Who both wanted to make A terrible mistake And the greatest beauty Ever to breathe human air And live a much-too-short life And while that same God Flung parts together messily to make me He held the clay so carefully When it came to the mere Idea of You He must have said, Here, this one will be envied! Here, this one will be the most gorgeous, Grandest, strongest, and dangerous being I have ever and will ever create! And so here you are. And here I am. Your foolish following starving fool Waiting anxiously for your gracious scraps to fall Trying to seem like I dont need them -Oh but you can clearly see I need them- That Ive completely given up all other Sources of sustenance Because after you – all is incompetent And nothing is ever enough compared to you. But you tell me to starve And Ill starve! You tell me to jump And I will leap! You tell me to burn And I will roast to ashes! You tell me to cry And I will bawl gladly at your feet! Tell me to fight And I will be your army And that is how awful your power is And that I how weak my will around you is But enough. Allow me to further describe what you are For that is what the world needs to hear. That is the thing I need To shout from rooftops until my voice is lost You are the Moon. But when it is a small sliver -Covered almost all in black shroud- You are Janis Joplin Mixed with John Lennon And Jimi Hendrix mixed with Tegan. You are Green and Yellow And brown and deep Red. You are the wild rabid animal So difficult to snag Or even glimpse right away The creature so very elusive You have to wait months. Months and months and months! Crouching down among wet Dirty scattered forest leaves Gaining its trust so slowly Proving your consistency And loyalty and true desire And after so many months You still only barely manage To brush the things fur Slightly grazing the soft perfect thing with your fingertips but youll continue to wait No doubt about that. Youll stay in that forest Until the months turn To sorry years And you die among the decay of Earth Because you think That might be a very fine way to die Waiting for the one you love You are like a drumbeat Loud – and so violently strong That you can feel the thumps Beating against your chest Beating against your heart. To the most amazing and beautiful girl in the world Gracie Golden
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 23:26:42 +0000
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