thiswayout:

Last night I had a dream that I was trying to hurry to a bus/train station in crowded streets.Everyone was bumping my shoulders and knocking me down.Why is it so hard for me to HURRY?!I wondered. I kept going.Finally, almost totally out of breath, I gasped,“Why am I going so much slower than everyone?”An old woman who was about to pass me looked down at my feet, and then at my forlorn face In a thick accent,“Darlink, you are dragging your feet. Pick ‘em up! up! up!”other people saw her and noticed her trying to demonstrate in her fluffy skirt, what picking up your feet looks like. A few other strangers stopped to show me how to NOT drag my feet.I tried picking them up a few times. I felt like I was wearing lead shoes.What is weighing me down? I wondered, as I woke up. Why do I pick shoes made of lead?

thiswayout:

Last night I had a dream that I was trying to hurry to a bus/train station in crowded streets.
Everyone was bumping my shoulders and knocking me down.
Why is it so hard for me to HURRY?!
I wondered. I kept going.
Finally, almost totally out of breath, I gasped,
“Why am I going so much slower than everyone?”
An old woman who was about to pass me looked down at my feet, and then at my forlorn face
In a thick accent,
“Darlink, you are dragging your feet.
Pick ‘em up! up! up!”
other people saw her and noticed her trying to demonstrate in her fluffy skirt, what picking up your feet looks like.
A few other strangers stopped to show me how to NOT drag my feet.
I tried picking them up a few times. I felt like I was wearing lead shoes.


What is weighing me down? I wondered, as I woke up. Why do I pick shoes made of lead?

a taste of love

thiswayout:

by J. Lemmons

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Don’t trip
slip slip
slide slide
You’ve got one hand on either side

Don’t worry or ache over hearts so cold
Be bold, be bold

Brave enough to love
Risk brokenness tomorrow
for fullness today
Risk a spilled cup by dawn
For a sweet taste at dusk

So, Don’t trip
sip sip
taste taste
Love is a foolish thing to waste

about a broken heart

thiswayout:

by J. Lemmons
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As soon as the music stops
I can’t find my feet
as the sound slows down
so does my heart beat
Beat
Beat
Beat

Boom
I can feel my pulse up in my throat
How long have I been holding my breath?

.[not] invisible.


[not] invisible 
JS Lemmons

Hello there.
Do you think I am not aware?
Of each and every pinching stare?

Even though you pass right through me
Even though this aisle is much more roomy


You nearly run me over as if I didn’t exist
You are stone and I am mist


You must think my mind is as vapid as my bones
I feel every eye, hear every judging groan


My thoughts may be as slow as each step I carefully shuffle
But my sleepy eyes, and shaking hands can still piece this puzzle 


But as I wipe your footprints from my face and chest
I thank the stars that it’s MY head, not yours charged with this test.  

Coming Up for Air

Coming Up for Air
by J. S. Lemmons 

It’s like
Coming up for Air
After a long blurry
Aquatic life under water

I thought I was meant
To live life with my breath held
I thought I was meant
To live life with this thick glaze over my eyes

His voice
(any word he chimes)
Brings gusts of wind into my core like I’ve never known or tasted
His face, the light graze of his fingertips
Reveals crystal clear images
So colorful; so crisp
Loveliness I was sure could only be found in the sweetest of dreams

It’s like
Trusting, Believing, and Knowing
all at once
After it’s been proven false
Endlessly

His blood rushing
Through my body
Defies all logic
Everything I once
Thought
I knew
For
Certain
Now being trumped by one
Moment
That goes on forever

This Moment is Love
I stand
His arms wrapped tightly around me
At the edge of
Our Universe
We gaze at that
One Moment
Glitter out into
Infinity
Scattered
Across the unknown

We sip on the sweet taste
Of the words we breathe
Back and forth
Some through the lips
Some through the skin
We watch the
Waking dreams dance
In each others eyes

It’s like standing
For the first time
It’s like saying
Your first words

It’s better than this
It’s better than words

I breathed him in
I opened my eyes
I saw Our Universe
I knew the unknown

This is the beginning
This is the middle
This is the end
This is Love

Part I.

Part I.
J S Lemmons

A Lover so close he could count the pores
But he wouldn’t have to

I laid them out one by one
like rose petals on a quilt

Never more bare or exposed, I stood
Back facing the unknown, heels hanging in mid-air
Arms outstretched
hair blowing, mouth grinning
Eyes closed blissfully

A leap
A fall
A dive
A dance

No fear
Pure ignorant hope
Blind faith
Fueled by admiration
Adoration
Friendship
Romance
Desire
Dreams

Swirling & Spinning
We both danced
We both dreamt

Eyes closed blissfully…