OceanBreeze

When one tears down the walls that plague their existence, they find insight into what makes them real. My reality is based solely on how I feel; Where I go, what I do -- I find myself with them, with you.

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October 21, 2003

Poetry: hemorrhage in Creative Writing

hemorrhage Double-vision, Not seeing clear. Breathing hard, Shaking from fear, Running from urges To hang up on this life; Insurgency within Compelling this sturdy strife. Take a pill of refrain ...


Heart Quilt Where are you going – Sneaking away from your heart again? Even though the tears are flowing, You can’t let them flow over this man. Lay down your sulking heart – Drain the rivers of ...


October 17, 2003

Poetry: I believed in Creative Writing

I believed I believed Once you left That things would never be the same. All things normal Suddenly fade away From my heart; Into the the darkened waves. Before my very eyes, I watched you leave...


October 16, 2003

Poetry: Catch Me in Creative Writing

Catch Me To catch me would silence me; But would it let you understand? Insightful, yet shallowing, Would I survive under your hand? How could you stifle What I hold evident and real? Starving f...


Feather-Touch To touch you Would be the science In me searching for truth. To fulfill you Would be embracing Your beautiful youth. Feathers clouding you Would be less wearing, Caressing you smo...


October 16, 2003

Poetry: Drained in Creative Writing

Drained Pull them out of my head Set them free. I don’t want them anymore Keep them away from me! Clawing and gnawing And shouting out loud – When will the silence Just let me be. Let me bleed, D...


A Change Coming On You say I’ve changed And lost my way. You say I’m different From who I was yesterday. You used to play along And be challenged by my verse, But lately I’ve been writing lonely ...


In presence of a dusk-lit haunting A breakpoint, a secret vaulting, Encasing the past of your virtuous haste. A ballast of an endangered soul Drinks from the flask sought by the old; A fountain o...


Staring Behind Grass parted, Along the pathway To the house in which you dwell; Reverent grandmother Chanting show tunes While baking cookies, oh the smell. Peacefulness, Overcoming – Enchanted ...


A Break In The Mind Chills, flowing down my spine Remind me of nights by the shore. I just want to look at you again And touch your hands to know where I begin. Together, we walked that fateful l...


Dawn On A New Day Shaking, She pulls herself Up to the ledge. The rain, Still coming down, Floods her eyes Like an unsorted one Pushed to the edge. Over the top, Untrusting, Pressing for answers...


September 26, 2003

Poetry: Ill Fate in Creative Writing

Ill Fate Rippled measures Of ill fate Will take your further Than prolonging debate. Everlasting innocence Protruding through the ranks; Solemn, ragged fantasies Fleeting without thanks. Shieldin...


September 20, 2003

Poetry: Love is Like in Creative Writing

Love is Like Love is like Finding True North On a pathway that’s scattered. Love is like Compliments someone leaves Leaving you smiling and flattered. Even when love stings It shines ...


Essence of You In essence; You graced me With stars in your eyes. Still broken; You left me Deceived by your lies. Tonight; You called me Shattered from your crucifixion. Teary; You’re losing Th...


September 14, 2003

Poetry: The Burn in Creative Writing

The Burn ======== Eyes burning From never closing; Praying for solitude From sinful eroding. Awaiting bliss To the bitter end -- God, let me rest Unwind ...


Remembered Down to those last minutes Of time in faith, last tried. Two years ago, today, The last words of some strained – I cried. Swept, living in arms of fire, Some leapt to scarlet buriels...


Tonight Within Blowing fervently In a midnight breeze. Full moon rising Over flowing trees. Awoken by moonlight And subtle tongue; Embracing openness, Flowing hair from above. In star-sprained ...


September 08, 2003

Poetry: Displaced in Creative Writing

Displaced Slumber beckons On tired eyes; Pushing me closer To quiet time. Exhausted and dusted From another long day; Distraught at the notion Of thoughts out of place. © 2003 Joe Jenkins


Pieces of Me Tonight I left my sanity at the door; In the only place it could stay – With you. Safely Waiting in the pastures of your arms For you to speak what I long to hear – I love you. Ende...


Moonlight Tears The moonlight advances On your face tonight. Your look is somber In this fantastic light. What brings tears To your sullen face? Can I help you Remove this disgrace? Who has troub...


Shaking Circumstance From shaking circumstance The truth comes out; What you did to her, The one that shouts “Sonja” underbreath. She still loves you Although you’ve sickened her From within. You...


You’ll Be The One Precious memories Of times half-past. Reflections of your imagery Inside your those in last. Desperate measures To meet extravagant expectations; Despite elaborate remedies My m...


September 01, 2003

Poetry: Light in Creative Writing

Light In light, In amber, In dusted wades; Tonight we’ll sleep Tomorrow we’ll hang. In secret, In prowling, You’ll spring the glades; Indecent mockery, Incessant fate. Confessed rapture, Untimel...


Bewildered We both know you’re hiding From the speechlessness within; Stare at me again And trample the strength in our friendship. Do gain and aspire; But don’t forget those left behind; And tho...


Back To Me Back to me The oceans plume Of menial bewilderment, An enticing hue. Spiraling emotions Flock from an inner need; An inner longing Seeking a soul’s creed. Feeling; Touching the afterli...


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