Author: poetryfest

Verse 1

Ocean in her eyes
If you stop and watch,
the waves crashing inside the eyes
carrying the burden of their souls
and dreams,
on the shore, rocky steep,
she wouldn’t say a word
sights became a tale
Waves after waves

Chorus

the clouds above her head, making her fall through the sea-shell
They are a pool of their thoughts,
Time after time,
Just like the pearls
Inside the sea-shells
They are no one yet a universe intertwined. Intertwined..

Repeat verse 1

Ocean in her eyes
If you stop and watch,
The waves crashing inside the eyes
Carrying the burden of their souls
and dreams,
on the shore, rocky steep,
She wouldn’t say a word
Sights became a tale
Waves after waves

Repeat

Oceans in her eyes.. Their eyes..

Verse 2
Full of glow and sight.
As deep and powerful.
As shallow as hour glass other time

Chorus

The clouds above her head, making her fall through the sea-shell
They are a pool of their thoughts,
Time after time,
Just like the pearls
Inside the sea-shells
They are no one yet a universe intertwined. Intertwined..

Bridge

Would you take a look at an untold tale?
Would you dive along with her from far away cliff?
Would you ever ever ever make it through?
Calling us out across the wide parallel waves

Verse 3

Ocean in her eyes. Wide open… The heart know it before them. Before anyone else.
Just like the eyes wide open inside the ocean

people pray to find the kind of love we have
the kind where
you can tell if I wake up angry
by the way I make my coffee
if I need extra creamer or if I like it a little bit bitter
that day
or how you can sense that some days I need to hear
“I love you” a few extra times
not because I forgot
but because it’s nice to be reminded

love takes time to curate though
and we’re the art pieces fine tuning each other
before we go on exhibit
we’re the prototypes on how to make love last

but before we were love
I was a forest
and you were the moss
and usually I’ll walk in circles until it gets dark
but this time I felt like I could trust someone that felt so
foreign to me

someone who approached life as if
they knew all the answers
because they’ve seen this movie before
they got to pick their character and they chose the protagonist
who keeps on getting it right

you reminded me that it’s okay to learn a lesson
the easy way
to fall into footstep with someone else
that I don’t need to take life by the horns
and then plead for help
like I wasn’t the one who took on too much, or like
I wasn’t the one that took on everyone else’s emotions
before I began to process my own

when I first met you,
you told me that there’s fresh grass that you water
on your side of town
you had me over
your house was well decorated
there was art on every wall
we talked about it over a cup of coffee
mine was extra sweet

already long days feel longer
sun is down when i’ve come home

my mailbox reduced to collect dust too early
unfamiliar with the emptiness, hollow sound in its voice

words feel lost on my tongue
i didn’t have the privilege of saying goodbye

sitting on my bed, turns to tear stains
a haunting melody follows your footsteps

your crisp piano rings out while i sleep
torrid nightmares of your face

deep blue waves crash over me
drowning preferable to feeling, sunset burns my eyes

the sand running between my fingers
and when i close my eyes it’s your kiss

when i wake up, i relive the day you left
i like to question the ‘what ifs’, rereading all our dreams

by the time the day is over again
the sun is set, i can’t change you

“Why can’t we last forever?”
The words echoed in my head
Launched from those full lips I could not ignore
And there I stood
Left speechless by a girl named Ever

She pushed me from lazy days to better ways
Helped me get up to speed and start to run
Not from fear but to purpose
To leap past walls and old wounds

Through her, I saw myself anew
That I could rise and perhaps even fly
I asked “What kind of girl are you?
The things you see in me…I’m not sure I see them too”.
Ever smiled as always
“The sky was meant for us to reach.
Either you rise like dough or fall like snow,
But you can pick where you want to go”.

Things are now looking green
Fresher, growing, changing,
inviting life into my world once filled with shadows.

It was a date
Some call it fate
But things are better
And it’s thanks to Ever

Untamed hearts embark on love’s vast voyage,
where many shores meet openly.
Trust their anchor, respect their guide,
boldly they sail.
For in love’s boundless embrace,
there’s room for more.

Rejoicing hearts of shared delights,
love’s generous voice sings,
finding peace as partners flourish,
compersion’s harmony.
For in their happiness,
there’s room for more.

Affections unfurl, like pulling sails,
some wild and some pure.
Connection’s unique, enticing charm,
souls in tender saga beseech.
For in love’s vast sea,
there’s room for more.

Joy’s marauder a tempest, its formidable presence
stirring inner Siren fights.
In solidarity shines reason’s beacon
navigating this storm against the tides.
For jealousy can’t change that
there’s room for more.

Poly-folk navigate love’s boundless sea,
with stars of serendipity guiding the way,
charting their courses many,
reveling in the wealth of connections.
For in polyamory,
there’s always room for more.

i’m not happy to see you
that’s just my phone.
but you’re happy to see it!
me, banging transgender
in da pink & blue shorts
you, loving the way
brain 2 sits in my pocket
like a fat schlong,
actually panting.
and that’s us.
when we look hard enough,
like really really hard,
we find a dick pretty much everywhere.

i want to paint your nails.
to hold your hand so tightly in mine,
i whisper softly to be still and you obey me without question.
the air is thick with the chemical scent of nail polish and the ache i feel for you.
i can feel your pulse beneath my fingertips, the closer i lean in, the more rapid it becomes.
i have spent so l o n g studying those hands of yours, i could count how many lines run across your palms- tracing them, individually with my tongue.

concentrating hard, i run the pink polish over, you melt beneath my touch and your breath hitches in your chest.
how can i focus on this task? her palms are so soft as she grows harder in my lap.
i mustn’t let my eyes linger too long on your lips, i will myself to keep calm, my steady hands gripping yours maybe just a little too tightly.
i know what you want. but patience is a virtue, sweet girl.
and now,
you cannot touch me.
not because i do not long for you,
but because your nails are drying.

although i wake the next day with magenta streaks on my inner thighs from your impatient wandering hands.
and just like a freshly painted masterpiece,

you are wet beneath my touch long after the polish has dried.

-a.g

I’m sitting in drought grass. The breeze
brushes my back, the light on my chest,
tops of cloud-shrouded hills spread until my eyes fail.
From here, I could straddle these rounded
green and brown mounds of dirt and trees
to step back home across a god’s
walkway. I hear chirping in the shin-high
grass, and clicking beside blades from flies touching
crossed legs at a tangent. A scream.

A second scream.

There are two voices. Three,
maybe more. My boots pull right.
Rush into larger noise. My journal
grounded with ants. I can’t find
the trail into woods only woods.
I land in brush, hands full,
knife flipped and pen pointed.
I think of snakes. A father
carries his son toward me. Sweating
siblings slow to a trot and the bees
stopped following.
I click my blade closed, pocket it, the pen
caps and I empty my hands
before them. From my saddle bag
I offer aloe for the tears, and the wind
flipped my journal back to the beginning.

look in her toddler eyes full of glow,
They always want something to know.
Who those are and what this is,
She always makes up a new quiz.

And I’m never tired to respond,
That’s our niece and auntie bond.

Sometimes I wonder if it’ll go,
My little girl is going to grow.

I might leave for my studies,
Will she forget we were buddies?
How I told her bed time tales,
How built a sheet house with chairs?

Although, she can be annoying,
Staring at me and evilly growling,
For not being let to cut up my clothes,
Or scribble all over my school notes.

Nonetheless, each time I am babysitting,
There’ s nothing better that this feeling:
A sensation of her sparkling toddler shine,
My problems disappear, leaving no signs.

And I made a promise to future me,
That I’ll be that auntie – like a queen bee,
Once she gets older, maybe my age,
I will be on my wealthier life page.

I ‘ll Take her skating or to a book shop,
To zoo, concert, or a mountain’s top.
Doesn’t matter where we will be,
It’s about her having fun with me.

I will call her every day when I leave,
Especially, on the New Year’s Eve.
I will not be able to say goodbye,
I don’t want her to see me cry.

My dearest niece, I simply want to say,
When you were born, since that very day,
I knew that you will be my mini copy,
You like dancing, singing, telling stories.

Thank you for appearing in my life path,
And enriching it with your smile and laugh.

Beauty in the choosing
Choosing to love one
Through anything
Love is heavy, sharp..
Love can be hard
& can brutally scar
So much more than a feeling
Love is choosing
Everyday
All over again
Through waves & winds
Hop in
Sail away
Let choosing love begin today

By Monica Samantha Sanchez
~ FxNVxN ~ VixenFeelz ~