Rhythmically Unrhythmic

Nights ago we met
Sparks flew
Yet caught in a threat
We had no clue
Stuck in hope
Begging for more
It’s slippery like soap
But they shoulder on towards war
She yearns for his embrace
He wants to prove his devotion
Forgotten is beginning’s grace
Sunk deep within life’s inevitable forward motion
The heart pounds in strange ways
And still the beat is always heard through the days

© 2015 Jessica Santos

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Luck of the Pups

Forever present in my heart
He holds a special place
Not on a pedestal
Nor in hatred
But he was always there
There when I was down
Stuck in a rut
Forgetting my own self
Somehow he made it okay
Made me smile
Laugh
Hurt with happiness
Together, we were unafraid
Embracing the strange sounds
Telling stories
Warming up the night
Not with a blanket
But with our childish play
Eyes shone in youth
Embarrassment shoved aside
Bliss filled the days
Romping in the fields
Chasing out tails
Fearing not age, nor time
Yet today is your day
So lets enjoy it the only way we know best

© 2015 Jessica Santos

21st Century Kink

To them, there is none other
Focused on adoring eyes
They don’t ignore the picketed
They can’t even see them
Wrapped up in a warm embrace
Feeling secure, sheltered
Not from them
But with knowledge
Unlike them
They were successful
They found their half
Their equal
Living to love
Loving to live
To many, linked hands are a sign
A sign of strength
So why attack the tenacious?
Already they fight their battles
Against the grain they march
Always against the grain
For how can the MODERN world accept?

© 2015 Jessica Santos

Proof

Seems like we’re all a cliché
Growing up
Dreaming big
Despising and detesting as a child
Adolescents become consumed
Unknown they are
Never listened to
Yet they are the loudest to cry out for help
Soon they learn the silence
Working that daily grind
From scrubbing floors to managing
That is the build
The steps to a conformist
Lies within ignorance
Just living to move on
As kids we scream, fight
Now here they sit
Submitting to a higher force
Passive with pain
Of course they want more
They once dreamt of heroes, saviors and conquests
But, today, sleep is a blackness with white noise
The alarm sounds early
Snooze is the norm
And reality quickly races in
Through the window
The bright sun creeps upon shut eyes
Abandoning hope
They work 9 to 5
Lying near death
Eyes closed
Colors flash
Sights seen
Regrets made
With little time and little life
They waste away
Affirming a cliché

© 2015 Jessica Santos